Slag Attack Evolution Manual

On a summer night, the rustling chirping of night insects echoed in the grass outside the window.

On the beam above the bed, a small ceiling fan creaked and turned.

In summer, the weather is getting hotter and hotter.There is no moon as cold as ice at night in the mountains, only a hot bamboo mat and stuffy air.

"Snapped."

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness, and the small ceiling fan slowly stopped.

Lu Yikun covered his face and let out a mournful wail.

power cut!

This has been the case for more than three months since the beginning of summer. The power consumption in the town is tight, so the power outages in each village and community every few days.Take turns making sacrifices for the group.

Lu Yikun was shirtless, lying sprawled on the bed, covering his ears to avoid the clamor of mosquitoes.

Under Cha Wenbin's meticulous care, his injury recovered quickly.In the past two days, the wound has started to scar and grow tender flesh, but the whole body is very itchy.At night when there was a power outage, he was even more resentful, so he could only torment Cha Wenbin.

And Cha Wenbin worked hard, and even seemed to be proud of serving him.

After taking care of the housework, he brought clean water to wipe his head and face.Lu Yikun rebelled against his service by shaking his head and tail, and stretched out his legs to kick him without knowing what to do.

"Mosquitoes bite me!"

Cha Wenbin quickly got into the mosquito net and cleaned him up again.

"I'm going to be so hot!...No..." Lu Yikun was still writhing on the bed.

Cha Wenbin let him play wild with a good temper, and only spoke kind words to him in a coaxing tone: "You lie still and don't move, you sweat when you move."

After wringing out a wet towel, Cha Wenbin groped to the end of the bed, grabbed Lu Yikun's leg, put a cold towel on it, and wiped it from thigh to toe.

After wiping it back and forth a few times, seeing Lu Yikun start kicking, he got impatient, so Cha Wenbin had no choice but to let go.He felt a little regretful.If it is winter now, he can open his robe and wrap his feet in his arms to keep warm.

After pouring out the water, he took a big cattail fan and sat on the bedside to fan Lu Yikun.

Lu Yikun stared at him in the dark with a pair of bright eyes open.

"Why don't people in your village go out?"

"It's too chaotic outside and the people are too bad. It's better to be self-sufficient." Cha Wenbin smiled, "Look, the village is very nice and safe."

Of course it would be good for you.Lu Yikun thought of it.

"The people here..." Lu Yikun chose his words carefully, "The physical strength seems to be particularly good?"

"It's better than outside." Cha Wenbin replied, "It's natural. Our village has been protected by the gods for generations."

"God?"

"Yes, there are gods living in the mountain wall you saw today. Although I haven't seen it, the old people in the village say so."

God?Lu Yikun turned his back and rolled his eyes.

After a few minutes of silence, Lu Yikun began to torment Cha Wenbin again.

"...It's so hot, I want to eat ice!"

……

Lu Yikun was holding a large bowl of fried ice, and sat on the bed eating it with a "crack".While eating, he asked Cha Wenbin: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Cha Wenbin, who was fanning him beside him, smiled and said, "I won't eat it, you can eat it."

Hearing this, Lu Yikun glanced at him happily.

From Zha Wenbin's perspective, his eyelashes were lifted up like curtains, revealing a pair of charming black pupils.This glance is very affectionate and meaningful.

Cha Wenbin's fiery heart had already overwhelmed the sultriness of his body.He reached out subconsciously, grabbed an ice cube and stuffed it into his mouth.

The coldness in the mouth melted and penetrated into the viscera, barely extinguishing a trace of anger.

Almost spontaneously combusted, thankfully.Cha Wenbin patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief.

Lu Yikun rolled his eyes and hugged the bowl nervously.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't eat it!"

"Ah?" Cha Wenbin was embarrassed, "I took it by mistake, these are all yours. Do you want more, I will ask for it again."

This bowl of ice was queued up from the village chief's house.In the whole village, only the headman's house has a generator.It was rumbling all night, shaking everyone to run to him.

"No more." Lu Yikun shook his head, to dissipate a little heat, and he lay back on the hot bed again.

Cha Wenbin cleared away the bowls and spoons, and when he came back, he was lying on his back in large characters. He couldn't help frowning and said, "You should cover your stomach with a blanket even if it's hot, otherwise you'll catch a cold."

Hearing this, Lu Yikun lifted his clothes, revealing his white and smooth belly, and tilted one corner of his mouth, squinting at him flamboyantly.

If you don't cover your stomach, how dare you do anything to me!

Cha Wenbin reluctantly pulled the blanket to cover him.

Lu Yikun raised one leg, and his white feet arrogantly stepped on his shoulder.

Cha Wenbin was visibly stiff.

"Give me a kiss." Lu Yikun smiled.

Cha Wenbin suppressed his smile.

He pulled the foot off his shoulder.

"Stop making trouble and go to sleep."

Lu Yikun sat up, squinted his eyes and smiled with blatant malice: "You really don't want it?"

Cha Wenbin's pupils shrank slightly, with a struggle on his face.

Just before Lu Yikun shrugged his shoulders and was about to shrink his feet and lie back, he suddenly jumped forward and knelt down at Lu Yikun's feet.

Propping his hands on the bed, he knelt down and lay down on the front, put his lips on Lu Yikun's instep devoutly, and took a mouthful eagerly.

Lu Yikun laughed: "You look like a dog!"

Cha Wenbin maintained his kneeling posture, raised his eyes to look at him, and grinned slowly with him, showing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Then just treat me like a dog."

He closed his eyes, put his cheek on Lu Yikun's feet, smacked his lips as if reminiscing and gasped: "Xiaolu, you are so kind, so kind."

One morning two days later, when the rooster flapped its wings and jumped onto the wall, clucking loudly, Lu Yikun woke up very early.

He lay sideways on the bed, listening to the ping-pong of pots and pans in the kitchen. It was Cha Wenbin who was preparing breakfast for him.

The sky was gray and bright, and a ray of sunshine leaked out from the black clouds.The sound of the villagers' work can be heard outside the house.Talking with each other, far away.Hoes, shovels, and sickles were dragged over and over the ground, moving back and forth in a messy manner, and on the street ahead, a dozen or so trucks were mobilizing.

After a while, the sound gradually subsided and moved to a distance.

Cha Wenbin brought the breakfast to the table, then went to the bathroom to squeeze toothpaste for Lu Yikun and wring out the towel.After finishing all this, he came over to tie up the quilt for Lu Yikun, and then carefully took it out the door.

When the sound of Cha Wenbin's footsteps disappeared completely, Lu Yikun jumped up from the bed.After washing up briefly, he grabbed a steamed bun on the table, pulled on his slippers and went out.

Lu Yikun decided to completely recover his health.

Today's task is to deliver the harvested and dried wheat stacks, and most of the young and middle-aged people in the village have to participate in the handling task.Early in the morning, the whole village was bustling with activity, and the streets and houses smelled of sweat.

Bundles of wheat stacks were carried out from the grass shed, behind the wall, and together with other withered and yellow wheat stacks, were tied into a ball by a straw rope, and stacked on the car board to form a high stack of wheat walls.

A withered old tree is entrenched alone in the wilderness, its roots are old, and it is going through a long period of dead wood without flowers and fruits.

Lu Yikun sat under the old tree and began to wait.

He has walked a long way, so far that he has to stand on the mast to overlook Cha Wenbin's small house.

Soon, there was a flurry of slight footsteps behind him.

He Miaomiao and Song Qiusheng got out from behind the old tree.

He Miaomiao was wearing a taupe blouse with a bulging package on her shoulders.Except that it looks plump and darker, it is no different from before.

Song Qiusheng became almost unrecognizable to Lu Yikun.The corners of his mouth were bruised, the bags under his eyes were swollen and white, and his originally strong body was so thin that only a skeleton was left. He stood beside He Miaomiao with his hands restrained. hate.

Lu Yikun stood up: "Where is the exit?"

He Miaomiao wiped off the hot sweat on her face: "Wait a minute, I have to wait for Zixian."

"What!?" Song Qiusheng exclaimed in dissatisfaction, grabbed He Miaomiao, and yelled at her fiercely, "Didn't I tell you not to take that kid! That kid is slow, you want to Kill me!"

He Miaomiao broke free from his restraint in annoyance: "Song Qiusheng, Zixian is our friend, we ran away by ourselves, leaving him here to be harmed by those crazy people! Besides, I told him before, whoever will come first If we find the exit, we will go together, this is the agreement!"

Song Qiusheng looked at her coldly, and pointed at Lu Yikun: "Okay, let's just take Zixian, what about him? You see that he has such a good life, maybe he will miss this place and be reluctant to leave!"

"We've talked enough about this topic before!" He Miaomiao was very impatient: "Something may have happened to Zixian, I'm going to find him now, do you want to go or not!" Looking back at Lu Yikun, "Little Lu , are you waiting here, or go together?"

Lu Yikun replied, "I'll go with you."

"Then I'll go too! Don't even think about leaving me behind!"

Song Qiusheng gritted his teeth and followed helplessly.

Together, the three of them copied the paths in the fields and went to Zhao Zixian's residence.

In fact, rather than leaving the village, Lu Yikun wanted to study that high mountain wall more.

He also tried to walk around the village before, but found that the village was like a maze, and he couldn't get out at all.

Two days ago, He Miaomiao told him in a note that she had found a way out, which made him very curious.Because according to his observation, the intricate pattern in the village is not so much a natural barrier formed by mountain roads and jungles, as it is controlled by some supernatural force.The force that had brought him here wanted to hold him.

Now it seems that He Miaomiao and the others were not affected by this force.

He Miaomiao went to Wang Laoer's house with ease.From a distance, they saw Zhao Zixian sitting under an old locust tree, talking to two five or six-year-old boys.

Song Qiusheng slanted his mouth and squinted in anger on the spot.