Waste Strong Foundation

The rain in midsummer is hot and heavy, and two or three drops wet the fluffy hair of the mountain god.

The three cobblers couldn't beat Zhuge, and after another ten hours, it was their turn to have their throats cut and bled to death.

Lu Si slapped the ground anxiously with his zigzag hooves on his chest, and muttered, "Young people sleep a lot, but at the moment of life and death, he sleeps soundly."

Lu Jiu took out a handful of wild walnuts, brought them to his nose, sniffed them, and sneezed in disgust.

The surface of these walnuts has been covered with pulp. It is obvious that they were picked up by a guest during a certain visit, so they were scattered all over the ground.

The raindrops grew bigger and bigger with the thunder, and the purple-white thunder shuttled through the fat dark clouds.

Lu Si was mentally exhausted due to a broken tail, he gritted his teeth and managed to conjure up a withered yellow lotus leaf umbrella to cover his head from the rain.

Lu Jiu followed suit, shaking her cheeks to shake off the rain, looked at the young man who was huddled in a corner, and asked softly, "He won't die tonight?"

"Hmph, who knows." Lu closed his eyes and dozed off, hearing his younger brother's rustling movements, couldn't help but said, "Cough, go and see him!"

Lu Jiu stuck out his front hooves honestly and kicked Fei Mingqiu, and cried out worriedly: "Ouch! It's so hot!"

Lu Si: "Be gentle! I think his mortal body is like a newborn baby, and he is already very tired from running back and forth in several places today."

Lu Jiu nodded resentfully: "I know."

However, they can only sigh aside.

Danzhu built eight formations in each tribe and the main city, and the formations echoed each other to suppress the magical power and supernatural powers of the summoned.

If it is a mountain god who usually eats, drinks, drinks and gossips, it is just a matter of lifting a finger to cure diseases, so why bother with it or even can't bear it.

Fei Mingqiu was not asleep.

The overly fragile new body couldn't bear the high fever, and there was hot sweat from fingertips to hair tips to eyebrows.

He vaguely heard Lu Jiu and Lu Si discussing to dig a hole to bury him so as not to be humiliated after death, and recovered from the dizziness and wild thoughts.

Eh?Wait, no, why did you have to bury him, you mountain gods are too much——

It happened to catch up with the pouring rain.

The picture of my brother's coffin being buried bit by bit by the soil mixed with cinnabar faded, crumbled, and faded in the crackling rainstorm.

Because of his brother's disappearance, he went to the central star to find someone, was taken into the laboratory by a doctor, and fled here and there and changed his name...

Seeing my brother's body right now is like being denied all the experience of the past 12 years with a hammer.

The rain hit Fei Mingqiu's face, and the splashed mud stuck to his wrists and ankles, quickly sucking away the remaining heat from his body.

He covered his chin with the back of his hand to block the rain, and then he was convulsed and trembling from the fever, and he simply sat up straight with his elbows on the ground.

Overhead is the quiet night and the summer rain that splashes like beads.

Fireside Politicians.Do/love assistant in front of him.The economic court judge with the final word.

……

He felt that Di Jun, or the existence of the so-called fate, specially arranged this dramatic meeting.

The purpose is to crush him.

Over and over again crushing him.

But I'm afraid.

I'm afraid I won't be able to do so.

Fei Mingqiu turned his face to the side to shake off the rain that flowed into his eyes, his lips trembling and exhaled a fiery breath.

He wasn't trash before, and he won't be in the future.

He wants to live, he wants to live a good life with Shang Yuan, his wish to Bai Minzhi has not been personally accepted yet.

Boom!Legend has it that the prison door made of the hardest wood in the world drifting into the Yangtze River from Penglai was split in half by a bronze sword.

Danzhu scratched the red hair covering his eyes to the back of his forehead, reeking of alcohol.

As I said before, the grain wine brewed with the productivity of the Yao and Shun era has a very low alcohol content, and its main purpose is to worship the gods and ancestors.

Fei Mingqiu immediately thought that the wine that Danzhu drank might have the strength of his brother——

Danzhu picked him up and pressed him on the giant tree, his fingers gradually became stronger, and he held the sword hilt in his left hand, looking at the two mountain gods with fiery eyes.

Lu Si kicked away his younger brother who was still digging a hole for Fei Mingqiu with his hoof, and shouted hoarsely, "Dan Zhu! What are you going to do?"

Dan Zhu threw Fei Mingqiu to the side of the mountain god, and the rainwater flowed down the strands of red hair to his muscular shoulders.

He maintains his health by drinking the blood of spirits, and when he condescendingly examines the mountain god with his red eyes, he looks a little strange.

If he hadn't known his life experience and past, who would have thought that the soul of a leader who appeared to be in his prime would already be gray-haired!

Fei Mingqiu rolled on the ground a few times before stopping, his shirt was torn a long way, and the lower part of his back was bleeding, it was chilly.

Danzhu let out an unhurried oh.

As if he just discovered that the thing he threw away was the target he was looking for.

He strode over, grabbed Fei Mingqiu by the collar and lifted him up, "Mountain God, what's your relationship with Shi Rong?"

Fei Mingqiu didn't speak——

The torrential rain aggravated his condition, and the burning sensation hitting his mouthpiece like layers of waves made him frown and unable to speak.

Danzhu was a cold-hearted tough guy, he drew a line on Fei Mingqiu's calf with his sword, heard the sound of the other party biting his lip but gradually escaping his rapid breathing, his hair turned into hundreds of red snakes, and asked again: "Mountain God, answer me .Is Shi Ronghe a mortal under your protection? Where do you come from?"

The blood of the mountain god is emerald green.

Fei Mingqiu lowered his head, and with the help of thunder, he saw a winding green stream flowing from the protruding joints of the ankles to the soles of the shoes.

He was probably delusional, and he still had the heart to complain. This setting unexpectedly matched the rules of the green and healthy game.

Lu Jiu was timid but kind-hearted, fearing that Fei Mingqiu would be scratched off by Danzhu's sword and drained of blood because of his silence, so he hurriedly shouted:

"He, he, he came from the Yellow River! You'd better let him go! He has been to Wangcheng, and it may be useful to you!"

well!Danzhu has been organizing his army to march to the northern royal city, but what would Fei Mingqiu know about the pursuit of the throne!

Lu Si secretly scolded his younger brother for being a troublemaker, and hastily patched it up:

"Listen to his nonsense! This mountain god was summoned by a formation from the mountains in the west. Danzhu, if you kill him, kill him, it's better to kill him with one knife!"

Dan Zhu's drunken eyes were slightly closed, and he was very fierce. He heard that he swung his sword and slowly poked Fei Mingqiu's left ankle, "You look a lot like him."

The left foot lost feeling for a moment, Fei Mingqiu couldn't open his eyes, so he answered him slowly, "Thank you."

In fact, what he was thinking in his heart was to wait for the supernatural powers that could respond to every thought to recover and return them as they were.

Lu Si stammered and said, "Danzhu, you know that Nuwa's creation of human beings is based on the appearance of the gods to reduce three points of magic. It is very common for your priest to look like our mountain god. What's more, he claims to be Kunlun, which is a favorite term used by the mountain gods near Kunlun Mountain in the west. Since the Enlightened Lord went down the mountain, the Kunlun Temple's bookcases have exploded, and it doesn't matter if the little god calls himself Phoenix or Shennong."

Startled, Danzhu squeezed Fei Mingqiu's neck hard to identify his appearance.

The moment the lightning flew through the air, a light golden light appeared around the edge of the youth's pupils, and the tiger jade pendant in his struggling hand also shone brightly.

"Kun, Lun?" Dan Zhu moved his eyes to the jade pendant and repeated it three times in a deep voice.

"Yes, he claims to be Kunlun, but I never knew which mountain god was called Kunlun." After Lu Si said that, he felt something was wrong.

"So it's you." Dan Zhu let go of Fei Mingqiu and took a few steps back, ordering the guards outside the prison to step forward.

Danzhu's guards shivered like quails in the stormy wind, and asked inarticulately, "King?"

Logically, it was already the second day, and the priest's funeral went well, so it was time to deal with the three mountain gods.

The mountain gods can't leave their own mountains for too long, but every time they kill the gods, there are always some mountain gods who think they can "rob the magic field" and cause extra troubles.

There was no sign of drunkenness on Danzhu's face at all, "The mountain god who looks like a human is kept, and the other two—"

Although he has a cold personality, he also knows how to be considerate, and said slowly: "When the rain stops, I will kill him, so that I can contact Father God to offer Kunlun."

Jinwei looked at me and looked at you, overjoyed, and congratulated: "Kunlun? Is there a mountain god in Kunlun? Will it really fall into our hands?"

Dan Zhu looked at his palm, saw that the palm was cut by the hilt of the sword at some point, and said slowly: "Well, Shi Rongyu didn't lie to me."

……

When the sky was getting dark, Fei Mingqiu's consciousness came back.

The heavy rain turned to light rain, and the roots of the surrounding giant trees had been soaked in the water for too long, giving off a rotten smell.

The high fever has not subsided, his left foot is completely numb, and his calf is a little itchy, as if the wound is scabbing——

Fei Mingqiu took two withered and yellow lotus-leaf umbrellas from the antlers in a daze, and sat cross-legged, with two dozing bull elk with downcast eyes beside him.

The elk without a tail moved its ears, whined at him, and then knelt and collapsed on the ground.

The other elk rested next to his elder brother, whimpering as well, looking up at Fei Mingqiu with wet eyes.

The two mountain gods had no intention of knowing his identity, and willingly guarded him all night. When he woke up, they suddenly turned into two stone statues.

This is a sign of the imminent demise of the mountain god.

Fei Mingqiu wiped his face, stood up staggeringly, dizzy and hungry, but felt a ball of golden light active in his body.

In the center of the golden light is a nephrite jade.

Phoenix wrapped the nephrite twice with a red string.

That's right, he is Kunlun, the god who existed before Fuxi opened up the eighty mountains of Kyushu, and he is not limited by yin and yang.

On the contrary, all the elves in the world belonged to him, and they rushed to repair his weak mortal body all night spontaneously.

Someone outside the prison is approaching!

The cell door, which was split in two, was joined together by craftsmen with rough bronze nails, creaking and shaking.

Ordered to serve wine to purify the anger of the mountain gods so that tonight the god-slaying agricultural officer put away the heavy keys, and he caught a glimpse of the shadow from the corner of his eye——

The five slaves he brought jumped on him at the same time, systematically covered his mouth and nose, and knocked him unconscious with two punches.

After finishing these actions, the slaves stared blankly at the young man leaning against the wall, waiting for the next order.

Fei Mingqiu really wanted to mobilize all thoughts to mess up Danzhu's tribe, but his body today is not able to allow it.

He kicked the agricultural official who was slightly more resistant to magical powers, and asked the slave to throw the agricultural officer into the cage and follow him.

The two elk statues silently watched him go away.

The drizzle was like frost mist, softly and coldly wet Fei Mingqiu's hair.

The slaves took him out of the city by paths--paths hidden in the woods that slaves who worked hard had discovered by accident.

Fei Mingqiu took off his shirt and trousers, wrapped a piece of tattered linen around his waist, his hands and feet were covered with yellow mud and emerald green...blood.

The footsteps startled the mud-pecking birds by the stream, and the black-tailed and white-feathered birds flew high into the sky.

Fei Mingqiu glanced at it immediately, feeling very novel.

It has been eight months since he came to Earth, and it seems like this is the first time... The old man squatting in the trickling stream to pick up things saw him!

Maybe it was because he looked too much like a crooked slave. The old man looked around for a long time and then lowered his waist and laid a stone.

Fei Mingqiu slowed down and walked towards the place where there were many trees, one step, two steps... Then he walked faster and faster, so that he started to run with all his might.

Danzhu's city didn't have rammed earth walls on all sides, so escape was not impossible.

The rain and mist wet his forehead and cheeks, which were burning red.

Where is he going?How did he save the lives of the two mountain gods?How did he contact Shangyuan——

The mountain wind and drizzle stopped abruptly.

Shang Yuan disgustedly took the search and rescue dog leash of the hellhound given by the ghost mother and pushed open the ghost door, and was hugged by the hot young man.

Fei Mingqiu hugged him, panting heavily, and choked, "Shang, Shangyuan."

Shang Yuan closed the gate of the underworld with one hand, motioned the hellhound with eight heads to roll aside, and gently stroked the young man's back, "It's me."

The author says:

It's a little late again, next time it must not be like this