Chapter 100: ending

Jing Chu died like this.
No matter how powerful he is when he is alive, how many mountains, rivers, moons, and gullies are in his heart, he is still a smash of flesh, and it looks like he is burnt and rotten with other people. The body is no different.
Fortunately, there is Yuan Song who is willing to cry for him.
It is said that ten flying in the sky and one hundred can run on the ground. When Ahelo brought thousands of winged orcs, the battle in the valley was like a cloud.
Genius is bright, and it is completely over.
In the end, Zhu Zhu still died of his stupidity, Bu Dong watched the orcs lift his broken body out, and couldn't say a word. He knew that he should plead guilty to Huayi, and it hurt him to teach his son. The eldest son almost broke the battle ... but he couldn't say-at least in front of his son's body, he couldn't open the mouth.
Bu Dong had to bend down slightly, and stood there with some embarrassment, watching those people carry Zhu Zhu away, his feet seemed to take root, his eyes were out of focus, and his back ... .
Outside the valley, Huayi squatted in front of Jing Chu's body, looking expressionless and wondering what he was thinking. Solaimu came over and said, "I thought I was well-informed, but I have never seen anything like this. Things. It was just the old queen who told me. "
Huayi's nasal sound was a bit heavy, "Well," he asked perfunctoryly, "What is it?"
"She said it was a particularly ancient 'weapon', or something she had heard from her elders when she was young-there is a fish growing in the deep cold water of the glacier, called 'satin fish'. The skin of this kind of fish can be scraped off and then cooked with rice vinegar for seven to forty-nine days. Only then, a very thin twist is penetrated into it and sewn in the abdomen of a person. Such a person is called a 'fireball man'. "
Huayi had some lack of interest before, but when she heard this, she could not help raising her head.
Solaim continued: "Because the fish skin is extremely tough, fire oil will not be sprinkled in the abdomen, but after all, there is more than one part on the fireball man's body, so usually the action is slightly slower than ordinary people, and whether it is fat or thin, there are The abdomen of the external drum has other problems such as poor appetite and poor digestion. Jingchu takes young children as fireball people, and there are also people who want to come to children with obesity, and once they are prone to have small problems, the second is to carry a small belly Small things are not uncommon. Slowness is usually considered to be small. Walking and walking are unfavorable, so it has never been noticed. The twist of Fireball people's skin exposed is made of satin fish intestines. No one is in trouble, when you light it, you can directly burn the fish intestine into the human lungs and ignite the fire oil. The fire oil is sealed in the fish skin ball and expands without release. The ball reached a size of five or six feet, and when it burst to the extreme, no one was spared within a few dozen feet. Fortunately, it was Changan's sword. Before the fire oil was not enough to be completely opened, the fish skin was worn through ... If it was changed Personally, I ’m afraid he does n’t have such a hand And associate head up. "
Changan, the peerless hero, was not here. He was taken away by the accompanying physician.
Huayi was silent for a long time before whispering: "I thought he was holding his son in his arms when he was leaving, thinking that he didn't love his parents and brothers, but he still knows how to hurt his flesh ... Who knows He was holding the ultimate fireball. Even the beasts could not eat their children ... "
Solimu said slowly: "You are wrong. The beasts really have eater-small fishes are born by breaking eggs. Most of them are eaten by their mothers. What fell from themselves and eats them back. In my stomach, if I think of it this way, the fireball is caused by fish skin, isn't it a moral? "
Huayi sighed: "Don't fart anymore, people are not fish. Hey, why is he so smart?"
"You don't understand." Solemy waved his hand and said, "Although you are longer and more crooked, you are naturally accommodating, and even if it ’s occasionally not confused, you know what is right and wrong afterwards. How can you understand how paranoid he is? All minds? "
Huayi: "..."
He felt vaguely that he had been counted by Solem.
Solema continued casually: "Do you know some people who obviously don't pay attention to food or clothing, but want to find ways to squander their property? Jing Chu is such a person, he was born smart Extreme, but he has never been tall and widowed. No one in the world understands him. People only think that he is a noble Asian beast. He ca n’t show his value anyway. With such a "profligate", everyone was afraid of him and did not dare to look directly at him, and trembled at the mention of his name. Only then did he resolve this inherent hatred with the world. "
Huayi frowned: "Since you understand him this way, why didn't you just say it?"
Solimu gave a slight and mild smile: "Why should I say this? Tell him to be calm before death, what good would it be for me to die, who will come again ..."
His voice suddenly abruptly followed, and then casually said, "Moreover, this is just the word of my family. I am not a bug in his stomach. How do I know what he thinks?"
Huayi shook his head. He was so tired that he couldn't even notice that Solemu turned away stiffly, but just said, "I still don't understand your messy profligacy ... but he may be out of luck. Now, maybe there will be no orcs and sub-beasts in the world. "
Solemmu said: "What?"
"If you choose to compete in nature, you can see that the business is chaotic. Some orcs are far away, and most of them are too lazy to walk on their own, willing to ride on livestock. Hunting has swords, swords and halberds, and homes have malt sky .... No fight, what else do the orcs do? "
After finishing Huayi, he shook his head again, and before waiting for Solem to answer, he stood up and rolled up his bloodstained sleeves. Instead of looking at Jing Chu's body, he strode into the valley with his hand. .
He felt like a hunter who hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights. He finally hunted the fox and held it in his hands, but there was nothing to rejoice, just like relief ... and the tiredness of wanting to fall down and sleep upside down. .
But before that, he had to visit Chang'an.
When Chang An woke up, he had already returned to Haizhu City, his own account and his bed.
He was all bandaged and tried to move, only to feel that the whole person was tied like a zombie, and it was difficult to lift his hands.
He froze for a while regardless of northeast, southwest, and northwest, and then remembered the exhausting battle, so he sat up suddenly and held his right wrist.
Later, Chang'an's complexion changed from panic to dignity—the right wrist could be used, but it couldn't help.
At that moment, Chang'an seemed to have a strange response to his body. He just had that feeling, knowing that even if he removed the bandage and medicine, maybe he could no longer hold the knife with his right hand.
Thinking of this, Changan was frozen for a while, then he suddenly fell back on the bed with his arms across his face, covering his eyes.
This fragility made him think and worry for many days-Ruda, who died under his own knife, and Cazo who fell silently in front of him ...
He's never been so mixed in his mind.
Before Luda was dying, Chang'an's eyes almost made Changan feel out of breath. At that time, the uncomfortable heart that had been suppressed at the time would all come to him afterwards.
At this moment, the door was gently pushed open, and Chang An lowered his arm and turned his head. His eyes were slightly red, and Aye came in.
Aye was thin and thin, holding a large tray in her hand, which contained two bowls of medicine for internal and external use.
She was followed by a two or three-year-old boy with a timid head, and looked carefully at Chang'an.
Aye saw that he was awake, and was not surprised, but just put the medicine on the bedside of Chang'an, and said softly, "The king guarded you for three days and three nights before he stood fierce and almost fainted. Lu Quan forcibly walked away to rest. "
Chang'an drank the medicine dry, nodded, and watched A Ye skillfully remove the bandage on his right hand to change his medicine.
"This hand, I can't help it." With a very gentle voice, Ah Ye spit out some cruel words to the doctor.
But Chang'an couldn't blame her. When he thought of Kazuo, he couldn't even say a word when he faced Aye.
The account was as dead as it was, and after a while, Ye Ye said casually: "But in my opinion, your hand is not a big problem. After all, it ’s just your limbs, and you should n’t die if you break it. It ’s just that your heart and lungs are born weaker than others. This time the trauma is easy to say, but the internal symptoms are difficult to treat. In the future, you need to pay more attention to yourself. Do n’t always kill your heroes.

Changan whispered, "I don't have to be a hero, it's all a matter of course."
His voice faded, and a drop of tears fell along Aye's long eyelashes into the palm of Chang'an's hand. Chang'an's hand instinctively shrank, but she was held down by Aye, and she did not lift her head, letting her tears drop by drop Dropped, but still meticulously bandaged Changan's right wrist again.
After finishing the work, she raised her head and pulled the child behind her in tears with a smile, and said to Chang'an: "This is my son. You held him once when he was born. Now it is so big, you Do you still know? "
Changan nodded unexpectedly.
Ah Ye patted the boy's back and urged, "Why don't you call someone when you see the Lord?"
The boy blinked his eyes and said it was a good word, but it wasn't clear what he said, saying, "Lord Lord."
Chang'an really didn't know what to say with such a small point, tangled for a while, and finally corrected it seriously: "It's the owner of the city, not the owner of the lamp."
A Ye pushed the little boy in front of Chang'an, pulled his intact hand on the boy's head, and suddenly, big and small were stiff.
Aye asked, "How is my son?"
Changan nodded.
Aye let go of his hand, stood up, lifted a plate full of empty medicine bowls with one hand, and nudged the boy with a hand, and almost pushed him into Chang'an's arms. is you."
Chang'an didn't know that his son could give away such an understatement, and his eyes widened immediately, and I didn't know what to say. Aye didn't even give him a chance to speak. He turned his back to him and said, "I heard that at that time, in order to save Cazor, you ran into the enemy's account by yourself, and you were almost trapped inside. I do n’t know how much hardship he suffered ... It ’s just him ... He still ... Probably we are still not blessed, and now I am the only one left, and I really do n’t want to report it, so I will bring my son to it, will you do it? "
At the end of her question, she didn't wait for Chang'an to answer. After speaking, she didn't look at the little boy or the helpless Chang'an, and walked out like this.
This matter was ridiculous. Chang'an could not care about griefing his right hand and was busy trying to catch up, but he didn't have any strength on his leg. He threw himself to the ground and couldn't get up.
The little boy burst into tears.
Changan sweated coldly, raised and lowered his hands, and worked hard several times before putting it back on the little guy's head. After hesitated for a long time, he jumped out a stiff sentence: "Don't cry."
The little boy cried even more.
The voice finally alarmed the slaves at the door. Several people rushed in, and Chang'an was lifted back to bed in panic. Chang'an was busy: "Go to Hua ... forget it, let him sleep for a while, find Solem! Tell him Aye somehow gave me his son, and ask him to send someone to chase her immediately."
However, they did not catch up with A Ye eventually. As a doctor, she used to find medicines in the mountains and mountains on a weekday. It seemed that she was more familiar with the roads in the city than the guards who patrolled the city. It was easy to not get caught. The orcs ended up only at the beach. A corner of her dress was found on the edge of the tall reef.
The following should be gentle and sad laments.
The real love in the world is false. Sometimes, if it is not at the point of life and death, who can make it clear?
In the end, Huayi was shocked. He personally came over and ordered two female slaves, telling them to take the children down and take care of them. After the people had dispersed, he sat gently on the bed next to Chang'an.
Changan's shallow sleep seemed to be due to a sore wound, and she didn't sleep well, so she woke up immediately.
Huayi put his right hand on himself so as not to touch him, and he hugged him from the back, turned over and lay down, Changan automatically found a comfortable posture in his arms, and closed his eyes again.
But Huayi didn't know what was going on, but he didn't say a word, but his hands were getting tighter. In the end, he was almost out of breath. Changan turned back hard: "What are you doing?"
Huayi was originally fascinated. He heard his words suddenly slacken and looked at him for a long while. Then he whispered like a magic obstacle: "I was thinking that if you had an accident, maybe I would jump like her."
Changan didn't know how to answer, so he looked at him silently.
Huayi gently held his right hand and sighed: "I called the past merchants today in exchange for tax exemption for ten years, and asked them to look for famous doctors for you ... always good, huh?"
Chang An lowered his eyes and said calmly, "It won't be okay, I know ... and my knife is broken."
What Huayi was about to say was interrupted by Changan: "I thought about it, then Master had a knife and it was broken. He still hurt his hand holding the knife like me. Although I asked myself Far worse than him, but not weaker than him, even if the right hand is completely broken, is there no left hand? "
Instead, Huayi, comforted by him, was speechless.
Chang'an gave him a deep look and suddenly laughed.
The severely wounded pale face was like a flower blooming, and Huayi fluttered in his heart, as if returning to a long, long time ago, in the small tribe that seemed indisputable by the world, beside the crystal clear river, A wet boy smiled at him and put a flower in his hand.
The scorching like April in the world.
"Don't be afraid," Chang'an shook his hand, closed his eyes as if he had less energy, and buried half of his face in Huayi's arms, as if he had returned to the familiar animal in the nest, and instinctively stumbled. After a moment, he said, "Nothing terrible."
The author has something to say: the full text.
This article is very foreign ~ The second person's personality disorder can not be understood by normal people's logic ~ Someone is sorry for him, he just has a natural resentment in his heart ~~~
After writing this, I will return to the little leaf, there are probably 10,000 from, there is not much time, let's go to the week ... ⊙? ⊙b sweat
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