Chapter 37: Has Chu Huan become a **** guy?

As soon as the sun went down, Ruger stood up. He seemed to habitually raise his hand, but there was no snake on his side to respond to him. Ruger froze for a moment, curling up his fingers a little bit lonely, and then he leaned over and picked up With his own weapon, he walked up to the level of the mountain gate.
As soon as he moved, the duty gatekeeper didn't need to call, and he followed up in twos and threes.
Others who had no missions were basically drunk, and some were sober, igniting a fire on the spot, and picking up the little cubs one by one, throwing them into the cave to avoid the wind. Adults presumably Ru Mao is used to drinking blood, not afraid of the wind and meals, sleeping one by one, drunk on all fours, rolled on the spot, and fell asleep holding the wine jar, telling Chu Huan to look very envious.
He lay on his back on the grass with a straw in his mouth.
The night sky here can't find the Beidou, the North Pole, or the "gold belt" of Orion in the southern sky. There are only a lot of disordered and unrecognizable stars.
Chu Huan didn't know what season it was now, no signal was received on the glasses, and even the compass was useless.
But the galaxy is still very splendid.
Chu Huan felt that he might be too narrow-minded. A feather in his heart could make him toss and turn, so he had to admit that no matter how ambitious he was when he was young, his nature was not a person who could do great things.
Someone sat next to him. Chu Huan first thought it was Nanshan. He turned his head expectantly, but saw the old goat face of the elder, and suddenly fell from a dream to a nightmare.
The elder sagged the corners of his eyes and mouth, and sat next to him with a debt-collecting face, as if he would let him sign a painting and betray him in debt at the next moment.
Chu Huan threw his hands on the ground in fear, sitting up halfway, lowering his voice and asking, "What advice do you always have?"
The elder stared at him, took something from his arms, and threw his hand on him.
It was a thin rope woven into a strand of rope, with a delicate technique, but with a long age, Chu Huan could only vaguely judge it from the different shades of black it has today, and it once had a colorful youthful life.
Under the knot is a ...
walnut?
Chu Huan squeezed it in his hand, and hesitantly looked at it for a moment, and felt that he was a little learner. He could not see who the last name of this rare object was, but in terms of walnuts, it seemed a little small.
It is no more than two centimeters in diameter. It is round and round with gullies on the surface. It has a layer of pulp, red and crystal clear. If it is very light, it is almost like agate.
Chu Huan asked: "This is ..."
Elder: "This is a saint handed down from my family."
Heirlooms can be so shabby.
The elder added: "There are two sacred objects in the clan of guardians, one is the scepter of the patriarch, and the other is it. It is the torch of our clan recorded in the holy book. It is said that when the torch burns, all the lost can reborn."
Chu Huan didn't understand it. He turned the "walnut" upside down for a long time. He didn't find a reason for it. He frowned and said, "That should also be called a burning thing. How can it be called" fire "? Is the Holy Book reliable? "
The elder blew his beard and grabbed the walnuts with a staring glance, throwing his hand at Chu Huan: "Fire!"
Chu Huan pulled out the lighter from his pocket, and clicked and handed it to him with a click: "How can the sacred thing be ordered casually ..."
The word "dot" fell, and Chu Huan was stunned.
The elder put the "walnut" on the fire and burned it, and was quickly wrapped in the flame of the lighter. Then the flame was sucked in by the "walnut" little by little, and the round little thing became more red.
Chu Huan incredulously removed the lighter, reached out to touch, the tentacles were as cold as water, condensing the simplicity and the monsters lost in time.
The elder laughed aloud and shook the "walnut" in front of Chu Huan like a dogfight, and said yin and yang, "You can bear it, you have the ability, you know everything."
Chu Huan was speechless and quickly converged his arrogance that he accidentally leaked: "So what do you mean by showing me this?"
"Let you hold it." The elder threw the walnut into his arms again. "Since you are the one in the holy book, you hold it. Maybe you can find an opportunity to burn the torch."
Chu Huan pinched the little walnut for a moment, and suddenly sighed, "Elder, are you not afraid that your holy book is old? You are not afraid to give me such an important relic, I will be like Is it the same person? I have never given you a word of promise. "
Elderly, he tapped his legs gently with his cane, and said casually: "If the holy book is about life, then we are unable to resist. If the holy book is just nonsense, then we even consecrate it. It is useless to come. Who has seen the holy book? For so many years, the stones have long been flattened, and they are all passed on by word of mouth. No one knows whether it is true or false? You ... what do you call this kind of thing? What is it? "
Chu Huan: "Imaginary."
"Alas, it's a matter of nothingness." The elder glanced at Chu Huan. "No wonder the patriarch assured me that you are different from the last one. I think he is right. You are much more stupid than the last one."
Chu Huan suddenly realized that there were only two paths before him, one was to let nature go and the other was to seek trouble.
And he couldn't be as natural as the gray-haired elder, so he had to worry about himself.
After the old goat mocked, he patted his and walked away. Chu Huan compared the walnut to his neck, even though he was not a cleansing lover, but for this thing-this was once touched by countless people in his arms. Something-hanging on myself, is still a bit difficult to accept.
So he got up silently to find a water source, turned the rope over and washed it three times, and then hung it on his neck quite disgustingly.
Before dawn, Chu Huan closed his eyes and rested for a moment, so he got up and moved around the forest.
Passing through a dense forest near the mountain gate, Chu Huan suddenly heard a "Boom" sound behind him. He instinctively flung forward, his shoulders touched the ground to relieve the force, and he rolled abruptly, hiding himself in a large Behind the tree.
I saw a small stone on the ground, hitting his footprints.
Chu Huan: "Yuan Ping?"
Lin Zhong heard Yuan Ping's cold voice: "If only I had a gun in my hand, your head was already a rotten watermelon. What's the matter with you?"
Chu Huan's eyes dimmed.
Although he knew that he was indeed not at his peak, this was the first time someone pointed out mercilessly in front of him.
Yuan Ping moved quickly among the forest.
Chu Huan didn't move. He leaned back against the tree trunk and knelt on the ground, listening intently.
Suddenly, Chu Huan pulled out his short knife from his trouser legs, and hurried to the top of his head. He only heard the sound of "choking". The acidic metal impact sounded, and Chu Huan held Yuan Ping down from the top. The knife, but then, he felt that his arm strength is unsustainable.
Chu Huan gritted his teeth and lifted his shoulders, unloading Yuan Ping's knife sideways, and fell to the side by himself.
Then he propped himself up with his elbow as a fulcrum, and turned and stood up.
Yuan Ping confronted him indifferently one meter away.
Chu Huan's arm muscles with a short knife cramped unconsciously.
"My strength and sensitivity are indeed stronger than before." Yuan Ping said expressionlessly, "but there is absolutely no such a big gap, Chu Huan, what have you been doing for years?"
If someone asks like this half a year ago, Chu Huan probably won't be touched.
He was living in a retired and dead house at that time. Perhaps in the future, he would find a small profit-making business in the society. One day he would kill himself, or he would be in a muddle, and he would end his poor life in aging and boredom.
If it weren't for two ghosts to re-enter.
If not, he was destined to let go.
if not……
But now he has to take Yuan Ping out anyway, and he can't bear to stand by and let Nanshan face this world.
The responsibility of silence is like a whip, drawing out a little bit of the essence of energy in his muddy life.
Therefore, Chu Huan did not respond to the other party ’s provocation, but just extended his finger and pressed his own arm, withdrew the short knife, pulled out the military thorn, and Shen Sheng said, "Come again."
When the day started to gleam slightly, and the tribes were sobering up, Chu Huan was already dripping with sweat.
Yuan Ping's authenticity is basically a match with Nanshan. Even if it is a drill, he can also create a life-and-death effect. The two people have created multiple sharp weapon scratches on each other.
Chu Huan is a little bit miserable. First, he didn't have a quick self-healing function. Second, there was a knife wound on his neck.
Yuan Ping's men were sentimental and replaced with others, and it was estimated that he could splatter three feet on the spot.
When the Shoushan people were about to set off, Nanshan disappeared for a night before reappearing.
Just one night a day, he seemed to become a lot of silence. Nanshan was originally young and pure, like a bright and eye-catching new red sandalwood material, but it seemed to be polished by something overnight. Convergent and heavy shell.
Xiaofang led the way well, and it was obviously not the first time for them to do so.
Suddenly, Nanshan clasped Chu Huan's shoulder, opened his collar abruptly, and found the dangerous scar: "What's going on?"
Chu Huan wanted to shun the past, but at this time, Yuan Ping looked back at him proudly. Chu Huan's flat and normal thinking suddenly flicked into a fork, and he reached out to Yuan Ping: "He scratched."
Yuan Ping's expression suddenly changed from being proud to being shocked, and looked almost dumbfounded at Chu Huan, as if he couldn't believe he could speak out.
Nanshan also stayed a while.
Nanshan actually asked the question, he saw the trace of the knife wound at a glance, and immediately guessed a seven, seven, eight, eight. Although he still couldn't help asking a lot of words, but he was already done by Chu Huan. Prepare-It's like someone knowing that they have to stop a day of water at home, or can't help turning on the faucet and waiting.
However, he did not expect that the water came early without saying hello.
Chu Huan pulled back his collar and straightened, and said with a smile: "His paws are not poisonous, and scratching him is better than being scratched by a crazy dog, right?"
Nanshan frowned, glancing at Yuan Ping with a warning, and stopped asking.
Yuan Ping suddenly felt strange, especially Chu Huan's later explanation, always made him feel as if he was looking for something to make up.
This situation is so familiar. Yuan Ping vaguely remembers where he seems to have seen him. He has gone all out in this way. While alerting his surroundings at any time, he deliberately delves into what Chu Huan did before.
Yuan Ping was not the kind of person who was attentive, and usually did not pay attention to the minutiae in life, but at this time, his sixth sense sent him a sharp alarm, like a gulp, reminding him that something was wrong.
On the mountain road, Yuan Ping's footsteps came suddenly, he remembered it!
He remembers that Chu Huan has always been a particularly capable person, like a peacock with an open screen, and shows in all directions at all times, from small to large, only a person with his own insight can see through the filthy bald hair behind his bright and shiny butt. Like unseemly things like losing, smashing, fighting, etc., Chu Huan would rather die and cover in his crotch.
There is only one exception-every time Chu Huan fights with himself, he will deliberately or unintentionally sway a circle in front of Lulu, implicitly telling something, and despicably using the goddess ’compassion in order to achieve coquetry and discredit The opponent's dual purpose.
The mallet walking behind Yuan Ping saw his foot suddenly abruptly, and asked questioningly: "Brother Gatekeeper, what's wrong with you?"
Yuan Ping cleaned up the expression of his collapsed face and shook his head dullly.
However, his inner world has been shocked by a crazy thought.
Patriarch of the Shoushan equals Lulu?
So the shameless peacock Chu is chasing the gatekeeper patriarch?
But ... but people's hair is soft again, that is a man who wants it!
He just went out and died, and when he came back to see, Chu Huan had become a guy?
How can this cold world become so good?
In his complicated psychological activities, everyone has approached the hinterland of the valley.
In order to prevent being noticed by various olfactory monsters, they have been walking against the wind and the current as much as possible when they are traveling in the mountain road. At this time, the leading Xiaofang suddenly raised his hand and blocked the way of everyone: "Hush- listen."
They hid behind their backs, raised their ears, and heard the low voice in the wind. It's a flat person.
Nanshan Chong Xiaofang made a wink. Xiaofang jumped up, and the big monkey climbed up from the boulder, lying on the ground carefully, lifting several rocks lightly.
He only glanced and his face changed.
I saw the flat people and the "crazy dog" Mutai in the hinterland gathered here, surrounded by a circle to guard the realm, with the old and the weak and sick in the middle, it looks like a batch of large-scale deserters, Reminiscent of the battle the night before, Xiaofang suspected that they might be of the same ethnicity as those who came to the mountain to wait for news.
Xiaofang reported the news quickly, and Nanshan took the opportunity to make a decisive decision: "Detour, don't disturb them."
Everyone held their breaths.
In order to bypass this hinterland, they had to walk in the direction of the river.
The loud sound of the water quickly filled the eardrums of the people, and the water flow was so swift that the white foam splashed.
They found a body of Mutay near the river.
Dashan: "Patriarch, can you drag it back and see?"
Nanshan raised his hand and pressed: "Don't act rashly, Mutay rarely moves alone. If there are no other bodies, he might be dragged away and eaten."
Chu Huan adjusted his glasses and turned on the telescope mode-this works, he took off his glasses and handed it to Nanshan: "Use this."
Other than Yuan Ping, all of them used the golden object with all kinds of exaggeration and cautiousness, and wondered to Chu Huan wondering if he would carry this thing all the year round and whether he would walk with dizziness.
Just when they wanted to do further research, the research project was cruelly stopped by the patriarch, and Nanshan took back his glasses in earnest and gave it to Chu Huan: "Go back and say, don't waste time."
The clan people had to suppress curiosity and whispered for a moment to discuss a common conclusion.
It was still a term that Chu Huan did n’t understand, but he did n’t want to pass it at this time anymore. He reached for Yuan Ping and said, "Hey, what they are talking about is a mutant crocodile."
Yuan Ping put his hands out impatiently: "If you know it, you don't know how to force it down, your crocodile looks like that? That's called" sound beast ", which is very aggressive and resistant to attack. The most dangerous thing is to return Can issue sonic attacks. "
...... It really was the kind of "variant crocodile" he had encountered.
Chu Huan swept the negative state that he understood before and pretended not to understand, silently uttered the pronunciation of Lishou in Yinshou, and repeated it to Yuan Ping again, asking with humility: "Is that what you said?"
Yuan Ping spared no effort to humble him and said, "Your language talent is so great that it will soon catch up with the gorilla."
However, Chu Huan didn't have a strange face, didn't quarrel with him or refute, but just corrected his pronunciation carefully.
In order to learn a little bit of the language of the Liyi people, he even tolerated Yuan Ping's bitterness.
Chu Huan ’s unusually humiliating burdens made Yuan Ping whisper again. He looked at Chu Huan suspiciously and Nanshan again. He thought tremblingly, "Why is he studying so seriously? Guys? "
Just when he was in doubt, Nanshan came over, wondering if it was Yuan Ping's illusion. He suddenly felt some kind of oppression from the friendly and handsome Patriarch Patriarch.
Yuan Ping immediately made an instinctive dodge action, and he jumped from the spot: "I ... I went to that, the waterside to explore the way."
Nanshan smiled at him and nodded: "Okay, be careful."
Yuan Ping immediately climbed and crawled towards the river and approached the past. While walking, he was confused and wondering-why should I hide?
With suspicion and depression in his arms, he came to the river by the shadow of the mountain and saw the body of Mutay at close range-its lower body flew away, exposing the bones under the carapace, terrible 'S big mouth is open, and his chest is recessed strangely, as if the bones and internal organs were shattered under the hard skin.
Yuan Ping had an ominous hunch at that time. At this time, he saw Chu Huan gesturing at him from afar-there were three in the direction of the river at three o'clock, and he couldn't deal with it quickly.
Yuan Ping raised his at him, and it was not a head-to-head confrontation. He didn't put the three tone beasts in his eyes.
He leaned his head out from behind the boulder that covered him. The rising and falling river washed the rocks here very smoothly. Yuan Ping stretched his neck to take a look and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
I saw that it was not an ordinary "sound beast", a giant snake that was at least as big as the one that Ruger had previously raised, and three side by side, as if a group of prehistoric Tyrannosaurus squadrons with enthusiasm and fierce anger Came out of the river, and the black pressure was like a row of moving hills.
Yuan Ping: "..."
He turned his head frantically at Chu Huan's gesture of retreat, and then into the stone forest by the river like a spirit snake.
There are no other people's knees that stand up, so fart, don't run fast!