Chapter 338: Taylor

After hearing what I said, Taylor didn’t move, and didn’t look up. He replied,
It’s not that I’m too kind. This is the duty of the pastor. When I snatched you back from the God of Creation, I almost didn’t take the old man back. I am exhausted."
"Haha, it's really hard for you." I slapped haha ​​and said, "It's just that I was unconscious at the time, and the injury was not as serious as you said. I remember you said there were several Broken?"
"Boy, you never listen to the old man's words in your ears" Taylor said helplessly, "Several fractures? Did I say that at the time! I said... er, I was What are you talking about, wait a moment, let me think about it..."
On Taylor’s old brows, there were two fleshy bumps in an instant. He thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly said: "Ah, I remembered, I said at the time,'There are almost no complete bones in the whole body, most of the internal organs. There was also internal bleeding', um, yes, that's what it said."
As he said, he looked up at me and said, "I really don't understand, how did you survive such a serious injury?"
I spread my hands and said, "I don't know, maybe the God of Creation is very kind to me."
"Hmph, I think so." He snorted mockingly. "It was the first time I heard that there would be level 4 adventurers who would challenge the tauren boss single-handedly, and came back alive. This is simply The most incredible luck in hundreds of years, I can't figure out whether you are brave or lacking a string in your mind."
I scratched my head and smiled: "In between."
The cadre in the chair has woke up slowly. I saw him after hearing the conversation between Taylor and me, his pale face twitched a few times, and he said, "I said, cadre..."
"Don't, always call me, cadre, I have... a name" The cadre's voice was weak, but still clear: "Shan... Yong."
"Shan Yong?" I squeezed my chin: "A good name, isn't it the second master gave you."
Shan Yong glared at me fiercely, then closed weakly.
I saw that he didn't care about me anymore, so I continued to answer to Taylor: "I said, old man, I haven't seen you for so many days, and you seem to be not as good as before. You built this house and you are about to catch up with the garbage dump."
With that, I stood up and opened the door of the refrigerator.
"Don't open the refrigerator!" Taylor shouted.
However, it was too late.
A strong sour smell puffed my nose, and it almost made me cry.
I hurriedly closed the refrigerator door, ran a few steps away from the spot, and then panted and coughed violently.
"Fuck, what's the matter? What is in your refrigerator!" I instantly became irritable: "Is it durian that has been aged for more than 20 years, or stinky tofu that has been stored for more than 30 years? Son, so overbearing..."
Wiping my eyes vigorously, I sighed, "...spicy eyes."
An embarrassing expression appeared on Taylor’s face. He laughed a few times and said: "The ice magic stone in the refrigerator has expired. I have no money to buy a new one, so I just put it there as a display. The food in it has long been It's so rotten."
"What the is going on?" I frowned, and said, "Aren't you a very good pastor? How could you have no money? How about your guests?"
Tyler's old face showed desolation, like a lonely old man, looking back at his unbearable past.
After a long pause, he shook his head and laughed at himself: "Hey, old man, how many people would like to let him see a doctor?"
I pondered a little, and said, "It seems that someone has robbed your business, so to speak, I cut them off."
Taylor sighed: "Forget it, bastard, I'm no longer a young pastor. I don't have much pursuit. I just want to spend my old age peacefully. Everyone is the same, as long as you don't die. "
"Haha" I couldn't restrain my feelings, and let out a mocking and complicated laugh: "Hahaha, pursue? Why not pursue? Spend your old age peacefully? Old man, don't you talk about being strong now Like a cow, it is at least more energetic than a dog of a mature age. If you want to swallow it, I don't want to. Not only I don't want to, my friends are not allowed to swallow it!"
I stared, and I remembered the days when Tyler took care of me, those happy days. Suddenly, deep in my chest, the killing intent that was suppressed with all my strength, flowed out uncontrollably, with extremely fast Speed, released from my body, surrounds my body.
"what......"
This sound, like an exclamation that pinched his throat, was made by Shan Yong. Sitting on the chair, his whole body trembled uncontrollably. His face was extremely distorted, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying existence. It made it hard for him to breathe, and he couldn't look away.
His state is similar to the monsters he saw in the dungeon before. It is a kind of extravagant hope for life that is reflected in the face of great threats.
Tyler's brows frowned again, he put down his work, walked straight to me, chanted a spell, then stretched out his hand and patted me on the shoulder.
In an instant, I felt my whole body, like a clear spring pouring, very refreshing. In my heart, the killing intent flowing out was also taken back and hidden in the depths of my chest, but, in the deepest part, I Can still feel that the turbulent killing intent is boiling and breeding.
This is the first time I have seen it, and the killing intent radiated can be dispelled by such an understatement.
I can't help being shocked.
"Taylor, who are you?"
For the first time, I asked Tyler's identity so seriously.
Tyler chuckled and said, "Boy, I'm your old buddy Tyler, an old pastor who is struggling to make ends meet."
Hearing that, I also laughed.
We spent some time together, like grandpa and grandson. He knows me and I know him.
As long as it was something he didn't want to say, even if he was killed, he still didn't mention a word.
I stopped asking more, but directly threw out the olive branch: "Old man, come with me, I treat you like a grandfather and raise you."
Taylor shook his head: "No, I have a craft and can make money, and I still rely on you to raise it! Besides, I am an old guy who has no strength to fight and runs unsatisfactorily to retreat. It's just an oil bottle. "
"Don't say that." I looked down the walls and said, "If I hadn't had you, I would have died on the street. That's it. You can heal his injury, then follow me and leave today. ."
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