Slag Attack Evolution Manual

He Yandong tried his best to convince him that there is no love without any reason or any intention in this world.Now even if Zha Wenbin's words are extravagant, Lu Yikun will not believe a single word.

Until he got into bed, he still felt something strange.

This guy Cha Wenbin kidnapped his classmates and even killed one of them. The inside story of his cousin Cha Wenbin's death was also related to him, so he shouldn't be such a good guy.If they're so nice and friendly, why not just let them go?

What is the purpose of serving him so diligently?

Outside the window, there are ghostly shadows in the mountains.The constant mountain wind blew, the leaves rustled, and the windows and doors creaked and shook.The chirping of insects sounded one after another in the distance.

In the room where he couldn't see his fingers, Lu Yikun thought wildly for a while, and was about to fall asleep, when suddenly, Cha Wenbin's hoarse voice came from the darkness.

"Little Deer, can I kiss your feet?"

Seemingly knowing that his request was rude, Cha Wenbin crawled to the bedside with hands and feet, and begged softly, "I'll just kiss you and do nothing."

When he looked at Lu Yikun, he felt that Lu Yikun's eyes were a mysterious and deep starry sky, which made him unable to help but be moved.

Lu Yikun replied calmly: "No."

Cha Wenbin let out an "oh" in disappointment, and lay back dejectedly like a puppy.

Lu Yikun looked at his back for a long time, making sure that he was breathing steadily and had fallen asleep, and then turned around expressionlessly.

Why was he snatched from his parents?

Why was he thrown into such a mess by He Yandong?

Why does he still have to worry about sleeping?

——Isn’t it all because you are too weak?

In the past, he went from soldier to brigade commander step by step, thinking that he was outstanding among his peers, so he inevitably developed a self-satisfied and conceited youthful disposition.But now he understands that growing up is always an urgent task.

He hated the powerlessness of being at the mercy of others.But if you want to control your own destiny, you must have enough strength.A force so powerful that even He Yandong and his ilk cannot be underestimated.

Lu Yikun has never been so thirsty for power for a moment.

Cha Wenbin loosened the chain, allowing Lu Yikun to move freely in the village.

During the day, Zha Wenbin would follow the village brigade to work in the mountains. Before leaving, he would prepare breakfast for Lu Yikun, who was still lying in bed. Feed Lu Yikun, and then wait for Lu Yikun to wash and sleep.

Lu Yikun ate and slept soundly, and devoted himself to recovering his health, which was quite effective.

At noon that day, Lu Yikun was sitting in the yard digging out ant holes. Aunt Zhao came from afar with a basket in her hand. As soon as she entered the door, she yelled at him, "Little Lu, come and eat!"

Twisting her fat and bloated body, she went over and pulled Lu Yikun into the chair, and put dishes from the basket on the stone table plate by plate.Seeing that Lu Yikun was still yearning for the ant nest under the tree, she broke off a branch from the nearby tree and directly led the nest to the end.Lu Yikun gave up.

Aunt Zhao is a 50-year-old widow.With a round face, willow-leaf eyebrows, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, the food he cooks is famous far and wide, and he also does his best to supervise Lu Yikun's eating.The gossip was especially well-informed.

Seeing Lu Yikun eating honestly, she couldn't help being happy for Cha Wenbin.

The deer looks like a painting, and is so docile and well-behaved. Apart from not being able to have children, there is really nothing to be picky about.

"Wenbin still has vision!" Aunt Zhao was full of emotion, "Only you won't look down on our village being poor, and the others, making trouble every day, are annoying to death!"

It wasn't the first time Lu Yikun heard her talking about Song Qiusheng and the others.

Similarly, Lu Yikun didn't need to ask, she would tell the whole story like beans in a bamboo tube, talking about other people's pain.

"Lihua beats people in the house every day, and the swearing can be heard from ten miles and eight villages. She scolds him for being a big man, has no energy, and always wants to run. Is he able to run here? Now I heard people They're almost crippled!"

"Wang Lao Er was even worse. The boy he bought was crying every day, as if he was in mourning. He was just sleeping, and was still howling in the middle of the night. Wang Lao Er had a good temper, so he whipped him a few times, and he actually wanted to die! At any rate, it was snatched away, but this kid is weak, so I guess he is..."

"The little girl is more sensible. She was beaten up last time, and now she is much more honest. I heard that she has everything. After more than three months, she made old Xu Le..."

Aunt Zhao packed up the dishes and went back twisting her waist.Lu Yikun limped forward slowly with one injured leg.

A month ago, he had recovered most of his health and planned to stay away from here.But then, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became.I found that this village is full of weirdness.

Cha Wenbin was surprisingly strong. After being beaten up like that, Cha Wenbin got up as if nothing had happened.

The branch Aunt Zhao broke with her bare hands just now was as thick as an adult's arm, but she just broke it lightly.Lu Yikun noticed that when the branch pierced through the ant hole, it also instantly plunged into the root of the tree.

Lu Yikun thought of the mysterious ceremony he watched in the cage earlier.

Since the vertical mark appeared on the back of his hand, he found that his five senses had become more sensitive, and he had an early warning similar to a sixth sense for threats.

Cha Wenbin let him act, not so much as trust, but as a kind of confidence.He and the rest of the village seemed convinced that he would never escape.

What gave them such confidence?

Lu Yikun walked slowly along the shade of the trees, the streets, and the ridges of the fields.When encountering villagers carrying hoes and farm tools head-on, they can still nod and say hello in a good mood.

He knows how to control emotions more and more, including tears.Understand that tears should be reserved for those who deserve them.

Know how to hide your true thoughts and learn not to show your emotions.

Knowing that fists represent strength, but blindly fighting fiercely has no practical use other than venting.

Wisdom is power, and so is good looks.

Lu Yikun stopped and looked up.

In front of him, under Lang Lang's blue sky, stands a high platform.

Under the scorching sun in early summer, the tall platform built of wood, like a huge stone tablet, rises from the ground, Wei Wei is deep.

Among them, there is a magnificent and profound mysterious force, which is calling him continuously.Lu Yikun stood quietly under the high platform.

The scorching sun is dazzling, and the sky is full of yellow sand.He squinted his eyes, dazzled.

"...You are, Xiao Lu?"

A shambling heavy footstep came from behind.

Lu Yikun calmly watched the girl approaching the intersection.

He Miaomiao was wearing taupe short-sleeved and floral trousers, she was completely dressed like a peasant woman.The eyes looking at Lu Yikun were confused for a moment, as if he couldn't understand how Lu Yikun lived so well.But she quickly regained her clarity, and greeted Lu Yikun with the tone of an old friend reunited in a different place: "Are you okay?"

Lu Yikun had nothing to say to her, so he politely and distantly nodded and said, "Yeah."

He Miaomiao smiled.She was pale, but her figure was much plump.Lu Yikun remembered what Aunt Zhao said just now, she was pregnant.

"Goodbye."

He Miaomiao didn't say anything anymore, just like when she came here, she dragged her heavy steps, passed Lu Yikun, and continued walking aimlessly.

After she left, Lu Yikun also continued to walk towards the high platform.While walking, unfold the small note in the palm of your hand.

Smiling noncommittally, he crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the muddy grass stream.

The stairs to the high platform are long and steep. Seeing that Zha Wenbin and others climbed with ease as if they were walking on flat ground, their hands and feet were weak when they climbed up.

He is not powerless, how can there be such a disparity in physical strength compared to Cha Wenbin and others?Sure enough, there is a problem.

After climbing for an hour, I finally reached the table.Lu Yikun felt a dull pain in his chest every time he took a breath.It was more like a heavy stone fell on the foot, and I couldn't even lift it up.

He collapsed on the edge of the fence exhausted, unable to move his fingers for a while.

Lu Yikun took a breath, and then got up from the ground again.The high platform is built against the mountain wall, the wind howls on the platform and the air is cold.With his hands on the railing and his feet on the wooden floor, he groped his way to the mountain wall step by step.

As we approached, we could see the patterns painted on the mountain wall, which were similar to the patterns painted on the faces and chests of the villagers that day, but more detailed and complex.

The closer to the pattern, the stronger the appeal.

Like the supreme authority of a god, a majestic voice echoed in his mind.

Mortals, kneel down!

"It was you who brought me here?"

Lu Yikun looked at the mountain wall, his eyes slowly lost their luster and looked dull.

——"Little deer?"

A thick arm caught him from behind.

Lu Yikun opened his eyes wide, and found that he was pressing on the mountain wall with his hands, while his body was in a bent over kneeling posture.It was Cha Wenbin who supported his waist from behind. If not, he would have knelt down by now.

Lu Yikun was horrified, and at the same time wanted to call the alarm.

He just didn't realize it at all!Why did the body make surrender actions on its own? He didn't notice when Cha Wenbin came up!

There is indeed a problem with this mountain wall!

Seeing Lu Yikun's stupidly handsome face, Zha Wenbin's heart almost softened, and he smiled lovingly: "Why, did I scare you?"

He didn't seem to care at all about Lu Yikun approaching here.

Lu Yikun was not in the mood to deal with him at all, he closed his eyes weakly, and directly put his weight on Cha Wenbin's chest.

"You must be exhausted after coming here? It's okay, let's go back now. I bought the mung bean cake you like."

Cha Wenbin supported Lu Yikun's knees, picked him up horizontally, carried him off the high platform, and carried him all the way back to the house.

Lu Yikun rolled his eyes depressedly.

He himself is 185 centimeters rounded up, so is it really okay for a princess to hug him?