[Bottle evil] I thought my male god liked me

"I can't help it," Brother Zhang said, "One sheep is also driven, and two sheep are also herded. Who made me skinny? I shouldn't worry about it, let the boss pretend!"

I was a little unbalanced: "Why don't you beat him up before joining the group?"

Brother Zhang: "No, we are somewhat related."

I had never heard of this before, so I couldn't help but ask, "What relative?"

"The person who raised him is owed a rotten peach blossom by the person who raised me. We are relatives if we round up." Brother Zhang said frankly.

I couldn't help clapping my hands: "Sure enough, blood is thicker than water."

Zhang Qianjun: "..."

Zhang Qianjun looked at Zhang Ritian, who was still lying on the ground in a coma, and asked, "What is this?"

"Reserve food." Brother Zhang said.

"Oh." Zhang Qianjun nodded naturally, and asked again, "Then have you eaten?"

"It's the only one that has eaten it." I poked the hamster angrily.

Zhang Qianjun's eyes slowly fell on the "grain reserve" Zhang Ritian.

I couldn't help but wonder what kind of Taoist temple Zhang Qianjun grew up in, whether it was the kind of Taoist temple that was specially waiting for the monks who came to the West to learn scriptures from the middle of the earth to cook.

"It's okay if I don't eat." Brother Zhang glanced at me, grinning and said, "I don't know if other people can do it."

Nonsense, of course I’m hungry, and I haven’t received the perverted diet control training of the Zhang family. Since I lived in seclusion in Yucun, I have made no progress except that I eat very regularly. After eating the last meal, I start thinking about the next meal. just hungry.But how can a man say no, so I just smiled silently and responded to Brother Zhang with my calm and mysterious temperament.

But Zhang Qianjun is a very simple and good boy compared to Brother Zhang. He looked at Brother Zhang and then at me, and said, "No, I have to eat."

Brother Xiao Zhang rubbed his waist, made a painful expression, and said, "I'm injured, you can figure it out if you want to eat."

My heart moved, and I said to Zhang Qianjun, "Let's go find something to eat together."

But Zhang Qianjun hesitated for a moment, pointed at Brother Zhang, and said bluntly: "We are all gone, what if he slips away?"

Brother Zhang: "Wait, am I being controlled?"

Zhang Qianjun continued: "I grew up in a Taoist temple, and I'm not very good at fighting. I don't think you are very good either. We still have to rely on him to fight with others."

I immediately admired Zhang Qianjun's honesty and cheekiness: "You are too reasonable, then I will look at him and light a fire by the way, you go and come back quickly."

Little Brother Zhang: "I really want to sneak away now."

I comforted: "Don't do it, after all blood is thicker than water."

Brother Zhang: "...day."

I went to pick up some dry grass and branches, and built a small fire. After Zhang Qianjun hadn’t come back, I sat next to Brother Xiaoman, took out the gear that brother gave me from my pocket, and played with it, but in order to save firewood We didn't light a fire, and the sky was dark again, and the visibility was very low, so we couldn't take it apart to practice.

Brother Zhang watched me flick and catch the gear, and after holding back for a long time, he finally said: "Calm down, there are not many sets of the Seven Star Wheel left in the Zhang family. If you lose it, you can't get it back. The stock of this thing is directly reduced by one-fifth."

I caught the gear and buckled it in my hand, and said with a dazed expression: "Is it so few? I thought you could make a set casually." Because Poker Bottle just disassembled it casually Yes!

"It's not that easy," Brother Zhang shook his head, "You have also seen the craftsmanship of those young people. There are many old things that no one can make anymore. The boss may still do it, but..." He said, no He glanced at me without complaint before continuing, "In short, the boss doesn't seem to have any interest in inheriting these things, and no one wants to learn that much. Those outsiders are satisfied with learning some trivial things, like the seven-star wheel, now They are all preserved like treasures, and the elders in the small clan can only borrow and use them if they have face."

Hearing what Xiao Zhang said, I began to feel that the gear in my hand was a bit sticky. I have disassembled this thing and played with it. I don’t know if it is still the same as the original version after putting it back.

As a result, Xiao Zhang's mouth was full of slack, and he added quietly: "The princes of Fenghuo Opera are nothing more than that."

This nima is implying that I am the concubine of their old Zhang family, right?So I didn't feel guilty anymore, and said with a sneer: "What's the matter? No one will be buried in the future. What's the use of you keeping this kind of exquisite craftsmanship? I don't want to do it if I don't like it. I'm raising him. You worry."

"The patriarch of the Zhang family can't die of starvation, how can you raise it? You can pay off your foreign debts first! The patriarch followed you and lived in that remote village. The few antiques we sent him before were confiscated by your creditors." You still have the nerve to say it!"

"Why am I embarrassed to say that I owe foreign debts to buy things from your Zhang family! I didn't say before that I would pay back the money for your seal, but I thought about redeeming it after I heard my brother said it to me. That's what you're doing!"

"What money? Who does Zhang Haiyan owe money to?" Just when Brother Zhang and I had just quarreled, Zhang Qianjun's voice cut in appropriately.

Zhang Qianjun caught two rabbits and removed the skin and internal organs.The appearance of rabbit meat is like rain falling from a long-drought land. I suddenly felt really hungry, and I didn’t have the strength to argue. All I was thinking about was when the rabbit meat would be eaten, so I immediately threw Xiao Zhang aside. , graciously asked him to sit down, lit a fire and prepared to roast rabbits.

However, as soon as Zhang Qianjun got close to the fire, Little Brother Zhang called out: "What is the smell on you, Zhang Qianjun! Have you tried alchemy again? This smell... Aren't you afraid that you will explode as soon as you touch sparks?"

Alchemy?I looked at Zhang Qianjun with a dazed face, sniffed my nose and carefully smelled the smell that brother Zhang said. My sense of smell has recovered a lot now, but the function is still a little discounted. If so, I can smell him. It has a pungent smell of sulfur and realgar.

Zhang Qianjun sneered: "Don't worry, I won't burn you, so don't doubt my professionalism."

I thought about it, and asked modestly: "Master Dao, what kind of elixir do you make? Is there anyone who maintains the beauty and loses weight?"

Zhang Qianjun glanced at me indifferently, "You are insulting my profession" all over his face.

Brother Xiao Zhang laughed and said: "Actually, when life was difficult in the past, I used to rely on thousands of pills to make a living. Let me tell you, the effect of strengthening yang and tonifying kidney is very good. From dark to dawn, Seven times a night, the golden gun will not fall."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't expect you to have fallen to the point of taking drugs and selling yourself."

"Damn it, what we sell is drugs!" Brother Zhang said angrily, "I still need drugs if I want to sell myself?"

Zhang Qianjun: "...you should stop talking."

After hearing about Zhang Qianjun’s glorious resume, I watched him take out a bag of powder from his pocket and put it on the rabbit. I was full of struggle and worry. I thought it was the raw material for refining the “elixir”.

Fortunately, in the end, it turned out that the thing was just coarse salt.

When the rabbit was about to be roasted, Brother Zhang, who had been clamoring that "you can do it without eating", approached casually, and even Zhang Ritian, the "grain reserve" who had fainted on the ground, moved a little and let out a groan .

"He's about to wake up." Zhang Qianjun gestured with his chin raised.

Without saying a word, Xiao Zhang stood up and began to unbutton his belt.

Then he tied Zhang Ritian up with a belt.

"Not only do I have to fight now, but I also have to fight with my pants up, and I need a hind leg." Brother Xiao Zhang said.

So, when Zhang Ritian woke up, he saw the three of us, each gnawing on a large piece of rabbit meat, staring at him expressionlessly through the light of the fire.

Zhang Ritian swallowed his saliva: "Yo, have you eaten?"

Zhang Ritian struggled for a while, and found that he couldn't free Brother Zhang's belt, so he raised his head and smiled again: "Actually, it's useless for you to tie me up, and you can't beat me to death, right?"

Zhang Ritian: "Brother, let's discuss it. If you let me go, I can help you once. I am very skilled. I will help you get a sign and I will leave."

Zhang Ritian: "...One for each person! One for each person, okay?"

Zhang Ritian: "Two for each, no more!"

Zhang Ritian: "Damn it! Why don't you talk!"

I sighed, and said to brother Zhang, "It turns out that the surname Zhang talks a lot."

Brother Zhang spat out a bone, and said with a smile, "That's right, he's still young, and hasn't learned the essence of Zhang's pretense. Qian Jun, tell me, what is the essence of old Zhang's pretense."

Zhang Qianjun said: "Speak less, eat more."

I said, "Everyone here is a fake Zhang family."

Little Brother Zhang said: "No, Qianjun and I just came out of hibiscus in clear water, so naturally we don't pretend to be that kind of Zhang family."

Zhang Ritian: "..."

Brother Zhang said to Zhang Ritian while chewing the meat: "Don't worry, Wu Xie will finish eating soon, and it will be your turn when he finishes eating. Oh, it's not your turn to eat."

Zhang Ritian said vigilantly, "What exactly do you want?"

Brother Xiao Zhang said casually: "I didn't think about it, but I want to ask you, do you know why people didn't often hide their tags when they were in Douye? Obviously, this idea is not difficult to think about."

Zhang Ritian's face was a little pale, and he only heard Brother Zhang continue: "In the past, Douye's rule was that people should not die. At that time, everyone was more stupid, and some people were thinking about hiding the tag. It’s okay, I didn’t say I couldn’t do it anyway. As a result, this person crawled out, and he could stand up and walk after a year, but he was already a useless person.”

Brother Xiao Zhang said calmly: "Therefore, there are very few people in Douye who play tricks. It is true that you are not prohibited from hiding the hang tag, but there is no prohibition on others not being able to extract a confession from you. If you fight frankly, at least you have to stop when the winner is determined." , that's the rule."

"I can..." Zhang Ritian hastily asked for conditions.

"No need, I just want the sign I got from you." I interrupted Zhang Ritian.

Brother Zhang glanced at me, turned Zhang Ritian over, exposing his hands tied behind his back, and said, "Don't fix those useless ones, let's start with the important points. No one with the surname Zhang dares to say that hands are not important. Hands-on kung fu is easy to destroy but hard to practice, just like—”

Brother Zhang used the bones he had eaten to draw an imaginary line on Zhang Ritian's right hand where the root of the second finger connected to the palm, and then continued: "This position, cut down, only need to cut to the bone surface, Your two fingers have been practiced in vain. From cutting the flesh to cutting the tendon, keep your hands steady, and you have four or five seconds to hesitate. "

Brother Xiao Zhang said: "Your brand belongs to Wu Xie, and Wu Xie's work is relatively poor. He's here, and he's here now. You still have time to say it!"

I stood up, and with the faint light of the fire, I could see Zhang Ritian's expression. When Brother Zhang pressed him to the ground and "talked softly", his complexion was very bad, and he was even trembling slightly. When Xiao Zhang said that the executor would be me, he calmed down instantly.

Zhang Ritian lay on the ground, turned his head to look at me, his eyes were full of begging, and he muttered: "Please do me a favor."

I knelt down beside him, smiled, and said, "Then just tell me where the sign is."

Zhang Ritian's expression remained the same, and he was still calling me "good luck".

This look is all too familiar to me, I saw it a lot in the past few years.People on the Tao think that I am well protected, and I am the kind of person who will be soft-hearted in essence, so even if I commit the crime, the result will not be too bad. To deal with me, I can use deception, coaxing, and begging Like this, the expression of fear or pleading hides the same kind of confidence, believing that he can escape from heaven without paying too much.If it's not me, but Xiao Hua or someone else, they will never have such a fluke idea.

In fact, there is nothing wrong, I am the kind of person who is easy to soften my heart, so I must not be soft-hearted.

So I smiled and asked, "So you plan to not tell me where the sign is, but also ask me to do me a favor?"

Zhang Ritian hurriedly said: "I can see that you are not the kind of unreasonable person. If you take me with you, I will help you grab other people's cards, grab five, no, eight in exchange for my own! This matter There's no need to be so stiff, and you don't need to get your hands dirty at all, I can tell by looking at your eyes that you are not that kind of person, your eyes and hands are clean... ah!"

As soon as he said "clean", I grabbed his left hand, and with a sudden force, I pulled off the joints of his little finger and ring finger.

"Then you read it wrong," I said coldly, "don't give me this shit, I'm not joking with you, and I'm not here for sightseeing. Do you think I dare not? Then you should go out Ask around, ask others if Wu Xie dare not cut people."

While talking, I grabbed the middle finger of his left hand and snapped it so hard that it was almost broken, and said, "What kind of person am I? I haven't done anything fucking. Could it be that I influenced my opponent by relying on truth, kindness and beauty? I Fuck you clean, who are you looking down on?"

After the initial scream because of the unexpected pain, Zhang Ritian closed his mouth tightly, with a look of patience, until I broke his middle finger again, he didn't make another sound, just looked at me resentfully, waving Understand an attitude that I suffer and don't want me to feel better.

I continued: "Do you think that if I don't take out the knife, I don't dare to cripple you? I don't take out the knife because I am afraid that my hand will not be steady enough. If everything goes to the end, I will cripple you all at once, and you will break the jar for me." Falling. This technique is different, I have learned how to dislocate and set bones.”

I grabbed his three fingers and pulled them back. I asked, "Pull your finger joints off, connect them back, and pull them off again. After a few times, your fingers will be habitually dislocated? Fingers are habitually dislocated. What else can I do in the future?"

I looked at his right hand and sneered: "I don't think you practiced very well, so it's a pity to lose it, no wonder you're such a tough guy."

After finishing speaking, I grabbed his left fingers again, pulled them out and immediately put them back together, saying: "You have to experience this feeling well, your ligaments are slowly becoming loose, wait until these fingers gently When you can dislocate it with a single pull, we will know how many times it will take to touch your right hand, so you and I will know it in our hearts, and I will give you time to think about it."

Zhang Ritian gritted his teeth, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his expression finally changed from anger and resentment to fear.

That's fine, sometimes, I like when they're afraid of me, because when they're afraid of me, I don't really have to pull out a knife.

"Don't, don't!" When I grabbed his finger again, Zhang Ritian spit out a few words through his teeth, "I admit defeat! I, I tell you!"

When I sat back to my original position, I saw Brother Zhang turn around and mouthed to me with a half-smile: soft heart.

I didn't want to talk to him, but when I turned around, I saw Zhang Qianjun was also looking at me, hesitant to speak.

"If you have something to say, just say it." I was too tired to guess what he was thinking.

"Actually, it's not a big deal." Zhang Qianjun smiled a little embarrassedly, "You were not here just now, I ate your share...there is still a leg left, do you want to eat it?"

"...Damn it, eat!"

TBC

The focus of this chapter:

Wu Xie: I am a sword holder!