Chapter 59: What is it for a long time

Cazor told someone to hold the old thing a little further and gagged his mouth.
Even though he wasn't thick and thin, but at least his ears were clear, he actually heard Luda's conversation.
Cazor groaned for a while, begging the old thing directly to Solem, and making someone secretly stare at Ruda.
Let's say Luda.
Luda naturally knew who his father was, and he even remembered that when Changan escorted his slaves, Changan slashed the person who was with him.
It was that knife that made him impressed by Changan.
He was not a slave Yangzi, and he was born to wait for others, but he knew that he had been assigned to Chang'an, and there was a hint of ecstasy in his heart.
Like Qing Liang, he was afraid of a man with an expressionless killing knife, but unlike Qing Liang, he was not afraid of killing or being such a man.
When the elder rebelled, he was young and had no idea about those things. He followed Chang'an with repressed fear and longing until the unprecedented natural disaster completed him.
To this day, Luda has grown into a strong orc boy, almost forgetting that he still has a father who is hostile to the leader.
He lost his mood to play in the woods and walked back dullly. My heart seemed to be torn in half, I don't know who I should "prefer", whether they are the master or his dad.
One party is alive, the other party is dead, the other party is flourishing and the power is right, the other party has yellow flowers tomorrow, and has become a bone under the loess, and ...
One side does not wear the same sky, and the gratitude is as heavy as a mountain. The other side is tired, but he has a disgraceful background, but he also gave him the background.
The young man liked to drill the horns of the horns and drilled, and Luda was aggrieved, so that he was angry at Qing Liang who was working hard with a wooden knife against a stake.
Lu Da rushed into Qingliang like an angry calf, and indiscriminately used his knife with a knife handle to cut off Qingliang's fat buttock. Qingliang said "Ouch" and elastically stabbed him His weapon bounced back, jumped three feet high, covered his hands with his hands, and looked at him in wonder.
Luda pointed at his nose and said angrily, "It's been a year since I learned it. I haven't even replaced the wooden knife. What waste can you do in the future?"
This time he lost his temper, and Qingliang didn't know where he was going, and listened stupidly.
Luda shouted: "We are going to fight, what can you do? It's a drag! Waste!"
Qingliang's big eyes murmured, and she was too ashamed to look at him, let alone refute.
Luda threw the sharp knife in his hand in front of him, angry like a toad, his face bulged, and he turned and left.
Even he himself didn't know why he had such a big temper with Qing Liang, but he suddenly felt that if it was not to save the waste of life, the leader of Luo Tong might not have made such a tribal farce. The elders wouldn't do anything wrong. He is now a child of a serious and honorable samurai family, not to mention facing such a choice between morality and affection, ethics and vanity.
Why is this waste born to be a child of the leader's family? Why can he be so important? Because he is alone, so many people fight to kill and turn friends into enemies?
Really it!
Lu Da ran back to his own hut, lying on the bed like a pancake, turning over, and then remembered something, got up again, ran silently to the yard, and picked up the sharp knife he had just dropped there. Going back, Qingliang gave a vicious look by the way.
Qingliang was like a little bird who had been frightened to death quickly. When he saw him, he stumbled a little, straight down to the bottom of the wall, pretending that he was also an innocent stake.
On this day, after Huayi came out of Changan's account, he took Solem to secretly summoned the heads of the fugitives. When not in the evening, without everyone paying attention, Lu Quan took A small group of people followed the heads of the fugitives quietly away from the small gate on the side of the city wall.
The coastal areas are indeed much less affected by freezing than the inland areas. Fortunately, there are more people who survive than in the vast forests and grasslands of the mainland. Therefore, according to these refugees, there are actually many people around them who are so unsuccessful. Refugees of scale.
But unfortunately, the old nest of Heifeng Puya also seems to be nearby. They have been dormant for a long time after the cold winter, and Jomo is also recuperating. When winter comes, everything no longer grows, and they sharpened their swords. , Began to have free time to sweep away.
This piece of scattered refugees could still survive, but met Heifeng Puya, but it was the blood mold of eight lives. He was arrested as a slave. He had no resistance and could only be used as a mermaid.
Huayi got the idea for these people.
For the dead, any danger that is over his head is not real pressure, and he regards them as opportunities.
Although he felt that the tribe was not fully prepared, it was only over a year later, and he had not yet reached the point where he was really rich and powerful, but he did not mind letting the men's knives and claws be worn during the battle. Park Ya gave him a desire to realize his ambitions-not only should he take this opportunity to kill this ghost tribe that has been on the continent for many years, to make himself famous, but also to take the opportunity to include the entire coastal area in one pocket.
Huayi secretly sent two groups of people, one led by Lu Quan, telling the fugitives to lead the way, secretly contacting refugees scattered throughout the climate, while sending a mountain stream.
Solewood applied an ointment of a mixture of aquatic sap and a powder of shells to their hands, and the beast pattern was covered.
The mountain stream was originally a thin strip, not very much like an orc, but this time it turned into a harmless and "weak" Asian beast. They were going to look for the signs of the cunning old merchants. Huayi's order was, In any case, let's talk back to the city.
This incident seems to be very superb in Solem—because if Chang'an were to go, he would n’t have to paint anything at all. He was an Asian beast, and when he walked outside, no one would want to look at his hands. He himself looked a little thinner than the ordinary Asian beast.
Who knew it was dismissed by Huayi, and threatened to glance at Solemy, and when he mentioned it again, he would put his head down into the puddle.
Solimu knew that he had always been very "generous", but did not expect to start nursing this time. He touched a soft nail lightly, and had to touch his nose somehow and back out.
When I went out, I saw Chang'an waiting at the door.
Solimu couldn't help looking at this young man, only feeling that Chang'an's temper might not be so good, but this patience was unmatched by others. When he was quiet, it was like a sharp weapon in a quaint sheath, which could be used as decoration, without a trace of sharpness-about what he felt was nothing great-but when pulled out, it was so sharp.
He stood there quietly, making people feel as if he was standing in the middle of nowhere, he was willing to stand there, without rush, without urging, and even for a long time, they did n’t know he was outside, he was willing to wait, just Can really stay there without a word.
When Chang'an saw him out, he nodded politely.
Solimu sighed secretly-but ah, Chang'an is not an iron knife after all, the older he grows, the more he looks like a flesh and blood.
As long as the knife is constant, it can last forever, can anyone?
Solemy stared at Chang'an's face that was obviously less than others, only to be okay, and suddenly he was magically obstructed again. He didn't say a word, as if stupid, standing there with Chang'an's big eyes and small eyes. Until Chang'an gently pushed him and asked, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"
Solemy gave him a stubborn look, drifting away almost without touching his feet, and murmured in vain: "Since people can't last long, why should they always pursue long-term? In this life, they can pursue long-term "What? What is it for a long time? Is the tree not dead, the land is not old, or the sky is not deserted ..."
Chang'an watched his big top hat flutter in the direction of the sea breeze and fluttered wildly. He thought that Solaim should go to Aye to see if there was any medicine for him.
Hearing the voice of someone outside, Huayi stepped out and pulled Chang'an into the room, complaining: "Why don't you go in, isn't the northwest wind delicious?"
Changan meekly allowed him to pull: "I'm sleepy when I hear you talking, not to make trouble for you."
"You sleep with your uncle ... Wait a minute, how did this happen!" Hua Yi bowed his head, and suddenly saw a new wound on his hand, a long wound, the flesh turned up, turned pale, and seemed to be still The blood oozes all the way to the wrist.
Chang'an retracted his hand, and somewhat embarrassedly lowered his head.
Huayi pulled his chin and forced him to raise his head: "Talk!"
"The water is not good, so I didn't pay attention to let the reef stroke." Chang'an admitted that he couldn't do this, but he paused and couldn't grasp the point and added, "If it's on land, it will definitely be fine. Now. "
Huayi's eyebrows were very wrinkled. Seeing that he was wearing a layer of cold, he probably went to the sea and took a bath again. His hair was not dry. He reached out his hand and brought a little tide. He stabbed his forehead fiercely with his fingers: "Did you take the wrong medicine? In the cold weather, do you think you died not fast enough, or that I did not die fast enough?"
Chang'an suddenly caught his hand, and put a cool and rolling thing in his palm. Huayi was taken aback, looked down, and saw a billowing sea pearl on the palm.
Huayi almost forgot that there were still people in his account who hadn't taken a clean look at his brain, and for a moment, he asked with a strange expression: "This is for me?"
Chang'an nodded and said, "Bu Dong's youngest son hit a lot of beads when he went to sea. I asked him to take me-do you like it?"
Huayi immediately didn't know what to say. I thought this mother, I'm not a big girl with a flower on her head and a string around her neck. What can I do with beads? This product is so grown up, and it doesn't look like an adult. It doesn't matter if it's light or heavy. If it goes to the sea in winter, what kind of bird thing can it do?
Huayi was distressed and angry, so anxious that he wanted to press him and beat him. However, he looked at Changan's expectant appearance, but couldn't bear to disappoint him. A face was blue, red, and blue. He rebuked his head several times in his throat and swallowed it back. It was so terrible that it took me a long time to vaguely say, "Well, it's fine."
The man was amazed together in a circle, and some even thought about the boss's thoughtfully.
When Huayi saw Changan smirked, he quickly carried the beads into his arms, lifted the back of Changan's neck, and almost carried him to the small couch. He was wrapped into one with animal skins and quilts. The flesh bug pressed top of his head again, anxious to press his head into the quilt.
Changan came up with a difficult head: "I have drank the cold repellent herbs."
Huayi smelled his face and said, "Drink a few more bowls."
Chang'an: "Do you eat for meals?"
Huayi: "Why do you have so much nonsense-and you guys, what do you look at, and is there any business? Do not roll all of them! No one watching the city walls? No one patrolling the city defense?
The crowd watched a spectacle of how the leader was hired under the bead, and they were contented to see him sullen and angry.