Chapter 67: The arrow is like a real fire

Next to a river, all four people were in the image of falling soup chickens. Only the patriarch's scepter was protected and stable, and the lines did not move as if they were going to shine. The burning scepter made a more quiet "beep" sound, and the flames were dazzling again If alone.
I do n’t know how long after that, Yuan Ping suddenly said abruptly, "So ..."
He choked up as soon as he spoke out two words. He always felt that each word in the sentence weighed more than a thousand pounds, pressing heavily in his throat, making it difficult to export like hematemesis.
"So ... the children on the plains, the villagers in the valley, they will all turn into a pile of powder like the wizard, right?" Yuan Ping slowly raised his eyes, he had a pair of round eyes, double eyelids Although it was long before the lush years, when you opened your eyes, there was a hint of innocence-it looked like a tiger's head.
The flat-eyed Yuan Ping's eyes are covered with bloodshot eyes, and his slightly wide eyelids tremble slightly, as if he was wronged by Tianda: "We thought that we saved others, but actually saved them into a pile of powder. "
Chu Huan was distracted by what he said, and he waved anxiously: "What did I just say? This is completely speculation, there is no evidence to speculate."
Despite his self-professed self-control, although he occasionally smokes, he has no addiction, but when he is particularly irritable, Chu Huan will habitually twist his fingers. This action is full of hints that the smoker only understands, so that Yuan Ping's eyes Seeing that, the conditioned reflex has given birth to the desire for nicotine.
Yuan Ping grabbed his messy hair and sighed heavily: "If only there was smoke."
Ruger heard that the director's gaze slowly fell on Yuan Ping. Yuan Ping's neck was sore with his gaze, and he suddenly developed some kind of cringe that he should go to the corner to write an inspection.
Ruger looked indifferent, like a clay sculpture woodcarver, and continued: "Whether it is speculative or true, it's no use regretting now."
Nanshan knows that the patriarch of the gatekeeper is not a cold-hearted person. He is just used to being alone. He is too awkward to be a man, and he does not look at him very much. He always does not know how to take care of other people ’s emotions. Interrupting, I interrupted Ruger's big words: "How far are we from Shen Xingdao?"
Ruger paused, and after a while, he slowly understood the meaning of Nanshan, and down the stairs dullly: "Oh, it's been more than half."
Nanshan hung bows and weapons and stood up: "Go, then go forward."
His voice was low and mute, but firm: "Since this step, what else?"
"The sharpener does not cut the woodworker by mistake. The road is still long. You still dangle yourself. Sit down," Chu Huan said expressionlessly on one side. "Wait after a rest."
Nanshan lowered his head and glanced at Chu Huan ’s somewhat chapped lips. He felt a longing in his heart and wanted to fish him over to kiss him. He drew a little valuable warmth, and feared that the short-lived happiness would drown him in it and make him lose The courage to grind your teeth and move forward.
In the end, Nanshan only stood still for a moment, obediently sat down next to Chu Huan, hugged him sideways, buried his nose into his shoulder socket, and stayed there in love.
Nanshan couldn't help but think, what would happen to him without Chu Huan?
Most of the time he would die, he would n’t go out into the ground?
Maybe he will bring his unreachable desire to go to the outside world to see, and finally sink in the shadow with the Shenshan and the clan?
Even if there is a patriarch's scepter around, how long can he last?
"It doesn't matter, I can move." He let go of Chu Huan, and said pretendingly, "You have said so much, is there anything about the mountain gate? The situation of the guests and the devoured people in the cave. So like, do you think they might also be related to the sinking ground? "
Chu Huan froze for a moment, and just wanted to carefully analyze and think according to his words, and heard Nanshan then said: "When we really defeat 'it', the boundary there may disappear. By then, do you just Can you take me to fly in the sky? "
Upon hearing the second sentence, Chu Huan immediately understood that Nanshan didn't expect the answer at all. He didn't want to discuss anything seriously, but he didn't talk about his wishes.
Chu Huan smiled: "Yes, yes, but the pile of knives, swords, halberds and axes in your body ... seems to be unacceptable."
Nanshan was excited like a big kid and said, "It's okay, don't take it or not-can we fly all the way to your original home?"
Chu Huan raised his eyebrows and asked meaningfully, "My original home?"
Nanshan's mouth was fast, but he didn't expect Chu Huan to be a general, and he was suddenly tense-then he stuttered to his mouth: "You ... you are mine now ... our people Yes, of course it was the original home. "
Chu Huan made no noise, just smirked.
Nanshan didn't know what he meant by laughing like this. After thinking hard for a while, he still didn't reach any conclusion, but inexplicably felt that he was being molested.
Patriarch Moriyama's face was slightly reddish, so he was a little flustered and said nothing, "Do you really have so many people?"
"Yes," Chu Huan said softly. "Walking in the downtown area, there are always people coming and going to hit you. When the subway is the most crowded, the staff must kick in and close the door and get off Just squeeze into photos. "
Nanshan seemed to find it very interesting-he would find it very interesting what Chu Huan said.
But Luger's face showed unabashed disgust, and quietly asked Yuan Ping: "Really?"
Yuan Ping thought about it and found it irrefutable, so he nodded sadly.
Ruger's eyes twitched slightly, revealing a little pity, and looked at Yuan Ping with the gaze of "the wandering child", patted his shoulder, and comforted stiffly, "After that, I live well on the mountain. Right. "
Yuan Ping sighed: "When I first graduated, my parents made me hard and simple, not buying a car for me. Every day I was squeezed into the subway to work, so squeezed that I was desperate, and now I think of it ... Even if I threw me on a crowded subway, I could sleep in a golden rooster's independent posture.
Chu Huan really wanted to echo the sentence "Me too".
He was not sleepy or tired, but lacking, as if he was exhausted and unable to mention the spirit, but Chu Huan didn't say anything. He really didn't have Yuan Ping's heart.
He didn't know if Nanshan and their mountain guards were all like that. Because they were single-minded, they had nothing to reserve. On this way, Chu Huan found that Nanshan's eyes no matter where he looked, he always seemed to keep a line of sight on himself-- This is not his illusion or self-assertiveness. Often, he frowned inadvertently, even before he could realize that Nanshan had turned back and asked as if his brain was born.
Chu Huan didn't know if he would blurt out the words "too tired to lift his legs" like Yuan Ping, whether Nanshan couldn't even sleep.
Sometimes this entanglement in the bone marrow often makes Chu Huan nervous, he thought, if the monsters surrounding the mountain came a little slower at that time, and if Yuan Ping ’s talkative king did n’t wisely whistle, he might be here right now. He is the only one.
But if that's the case ... Chu Huan thought about it, and said that he would probably hold a photo of Nanshan's standing shot, just like the American soldiers who were going to meet Brother Lincoln in the movie, they often took out a look, and then Where did you die silently?
It seems a bit miserable.
Chu Huan thought about it himself and couldn't help but laugh a bit. Sure enough, if he had a little wind and grass, Nanshan would be disturbed. Nan Shan looked back at him very sensitively. Chu Huan narrowed his eyes and blew a rogue whistle at him. Then, grabbing Nanshan's chin without ethics and humiliation, he pulled Nanshan's unexpectedly over, licked the lips of each other's lips smoothly, and kissed him forgettingly.
The two of them meant to adjust it-it was too dark in front, but when it was tuned, it was tuned to no one.
Ruger made a cold-eyed look at the monkey drama, and snorted at Nanshan who didn't even know where to put his hand: "The patriarch of the dangdang shoushan, it's really no good."
However, as he put it this way, he felt a little touched in his heart, because the life of the gatekeeper seemed to be such a tedious life. He lived ascetic as a monk at the evergreen mountain pass of the four seasons. There was no care, only the mountain gate was closed every year. To take a short breath.
A long time ago, a little the side of the mountain watched the man on their side, disregarding the persuasion of the patriarchs of both sides, and trying to marry him, Ruger remembered that although the two people spent more than a year together, But it was really good for a while.
and after?
Later ... Both the man and the woman were old and dead, and the woman died a hundred times, but the man kept looking back from the holy water on the life he should have left behind.
He ca n’t forget it, and his death again and again ca n’t erase the sweetness that is impressed by the ephemeral. Several generations have passed, and the people who have guarded the mountain as media have not remembered the women of the same family, but the Holy Spring still keeps those for him. Bit by bit no longer touchable.
Since then, Ruger personally set the iron law-the gatekeeper must not marry with the foreigner.
He glanced back at Yuan Ping, as if Chu Huan and Nan Shan were used as negative teaching materials, and said coldly: "The gatekeepers are strictly regulated, and they are not allowed, do you know?"
"Ah?" Yuan Ping was taken aback. More and more, he felt that he was facing a teaching director. He didn't allow smoking, and he even had to control his mother's free love. What do you want? He no longer has to take the college entrance examination!
Yuan Ping couldn't help but howl: "Patriarch, isn't that an old monk? Brothers, for so many years, are they facing the mountain gate ..."
Ruger gave him a cool look.
Yuan Ping: "... consolation lonely."
Ruger frowned, not understanding what he was suffering: "My family is not without women."
"But women are other people's wives and patriarchs!" Yuan Ping was very distressed. "The rest is to run as a boy's third, or to stir up the base?"
The brothers and sisters of the goalkeeper are more than anything else, and they dare to do anything under the eyes of Ruger. They will be cleaned up and have no corpses. If you think about it, can you only live alone forever Bend yourself? Yuan Ping suddenly lost the courage to live.
At this time, Nanshan and Chu Huan felt more disgusted. Yuan Ping immediately angrily devoted himself to the dead, and said to Chu Huan angrily: "Who am I talking about, right? Pay attention to the quality. It's stuck there. "
Nanshan recovered, and reluctantly endured the restless mood, let go of Chu Huan, and asked with a daze: "What?"
Chu Huan showed a stable mental quality of an old hooligan. He glanced at Yuan Ping and answered with a smile: "Nothing, he praises you as a flower."
When the farmers face the loess and the sky, sometimes they will straighten up and look into the distance, like a simple and mysterious ceremony.
Yuanwang can bring strength to people.
Chu Huan suddenly wondered, and pulled out an arrow in his hand. The tip of the arrow was singling on the patriarch's scepter. He sat still, leaning on the bowstring, and pulled the big bow of half a person's height with his body. Down, the waist was folded into an incredible arc, and the arrow pointed to the dark and boundless sky.
Will bend the bow like a full moon
The arrow screamed and rushed to the highest point, and fell before it was completely burned out. The flames ripped through the terrible shadows in the ground, and the shadows revealed the true long corner of the shadow.
And that arrow is like a real fire, looking at the whole world in the darkest place.
The following part of the road was relatively difficult. Although several people felt a bit of the law of falling into the ground, and there was a bit of tacit understanding in the long and painful encounter with each other, the falling ground seemed to be ready to tear their faces.
During the long journey, they encountered countless ignorant wooden men who were nailed to the same place with different shapes and various forms of sentient beings.
The same was trapped in false sorrow, some people were crying and yelling, and some were chattering like Xianglin's sister-in-law, repeating car talk. As they gradually went deeper, the sinking ground finally tore the illusion of gloom and silence, and showed aggression and aggression to outsiders.
It was nothing else that attacked them, those who were swallowed by the fall.
At this time, Chu Huan's guess about the sinking ground was proved by two points.
First, people who are devoured are not eaten by "it", but are nurtured by "it".
Second, "it" traps these people's consciousness in a certain situation, in order to make them a part of themselves. They are accomplices, bodies, weapons of "it".
At this point, the four found that "whether to awaken these devoured people" is no longer a philosophical issue.
The devoured people are the tools to attack them in a sinking way. It feeds these people. Dare to treat them as their tentacles. The scepter is as short as a day. Chu Huan gradually fell to them. If they cannot be awakened, these people will Will keep chasing them in the situation.
Yuan Ping was chased by a shadow like a bereavement dog. The snake-like shadow was released from an unsurprising middle-aged woman. As they gradually approached Shen Xingdao, the attacks were becoming more and more varied. .
The shadow was rooted in the woman at one end and extended at the other end, chasing Yuan Ping poorly.
Yuan Ping returned his hand and slammed the long sword over the flame on the scepter. His strength was too great. The flame was almost destroyed by him. He turned his toe on the axis and turned a knife across the sky. Withdrawing, when the air was in the middle, he was furious, and suddenly fell apart, but Yuan Ping's face was not visible, and he bent down painfully and called to Chu Huan: "Hurry up! Are you okay, breathing ... breathless ... , Suffocating, suffocating ... "
Chu Huan is struggling to find loopholes in the cry that others can't hear. After hearing this, he thought irritably: "My mother, I can't hold my breath at all, what are you still talking about?"
Ruger carried Yuan Ping impatiently and took a breath to him.
Yuan Ping: "..."
At the moment when the shadow collapsed, it seemed that "it" was hit hard. Chu Huan heard the woman's cry and became confused, and it was inevitable that he burst into a cry: "Cry a fart, open your eyes and take a good look. Close your eyes and think about it, just said that the man who died in his early life is dead, he has been dead for 15 years. Where did he betray you! Who instilled inexplicable ideas to you! "
The woman choked: "You ... who are you?"
As soon as the connection was established, the suffocation in the air immediately dissipated, and several people were relieved, but Yuan Ping was still cleaning up his three views of shattered ground.
Chu Huan put his three-inch tongue to the extreme, and all the pits and abductions that he had never used in his life were sublimated in the practice day after day.
Solved the woman, and the four people were like skilled workers who carried out an anti-interception on the Yinying that was chased afterwards. Chu Huan leaned heavily on a large stone, looking at the scepter, which was only half as long as it used to be: Is it already approaching Shen Xingdao ... "
His voice fell, and suddenly there was a rustle in his ear.
Chu Huan shrank his shoulders awakely, suddenly turned sideways, and turned his head in surprise.
I saw there seemed to be an invisible hand, and carved a series of characters from the Liyi ethnic group on a large stone that he had just leaned on-be careful!