Chapter 43: You are going to die

After one leg, Wen Dao said that he patted Wang Xiaomei's head very gently.
"Did you see it, just do it."
"..."
Wang Xiaoma stared silently at the man struggling with only two feet exposed outside the trash can.
The most funny thing is that the word "non-recyclable" is also written on the outside of the green trash can.
Originally thought to be a king, the result was a bronze.
Thanks to my struggle for a day, Wang Xiaoma covered his face, "How do we deal with him, he found our identity."
"It doesn't matter. He's just an ordinary person and he doesn't know what we really are. What he brought out is nothing but a bait." Wen Feng caught his mouth, but his eyes were coldly swept and still murmured. A man who is struggling casually.
"This kind of half-hanger dare to come out and block the road, it seems that it is indeed a lot of peace now."
"Then leave him like that?" Wang Xiaoma looked at the two sloppy legs with an endless word.
"Ok."
"Let's go." A big hand was gently placed on the back of Xiaoba's head, and Wen Fengjin took Wang Xiaoba through the man and left the alley. When they passed, the man heard their footsteps and his legs were still stiff For a moment, don't pedal anymore.
When they left, they let out a sigh of relief, let alone, quite vivid.
The two returned home and finished washing. After putting a thick mattress and pillow into the coffin, Wang Xiaola slapped his belly and lay lazily, shouting in a long voice: "Comfortable~~~"
A muffled low smile came from the top of his head. Wen Feng took a reading and leaned over to watch him on the edge of the coffin on Wang Xiaoma's head, his long silver hair hanging down an arc.
Wang Xiaoma reached out and grabbed it and pulled it off the shoulders of its owner. The gangster narrowed his eyes and sniffed at the tip of his nose.
"Hey, the girl looks really good, come over and sleep with the uncle!"
"You..." Wen Feng, who was called a girl and was not angry, was willing to pamper him, knocked on his forehead, put the book down, and lay in the coffin.
He was very unscrupulous and rolled to the body, and the king's puppet cub was arbitrarily moved to adjust the position, and then hugged his full stomach.
Wen Fengjin kissed his hair gently and hugged the puppy tightly.
"Oh, what's the matter with that man today?" Wang Xiaoya put his chin on the chest that smelled the wind. "He has something to do with those'artisans' you mentioned before?"
"Well." Wen Feng tried his best to have a pair of Shun Wang Xiaomao's hair, and simply explained: "I have met some people in the North Kingdom who are good at making devices. They can make mysterious ways and materials. Something that can’t be treated with common sense. But they are not many people, they value talent very much, and... most of the craftsmen of the refiner are eccentric and stubborn.

Speaking of which, Wang Xiaoma remembered the man he met at night.
What kind of wood, that is not stupid? !
After Wen Feng's explanation, Wang Xiaoba was also a little sleepy. It was also the man who left his impression too unreasonable, so Wang Xiaoba did not take it seriously, and soon fell asleep in Wen Feng's arms.
But immediately, Wang Xiaoma knew that he thought too much, he forgot others, does not mean that others forget him.
Almost every time he went out these days, he and Wen Fengjin could see the man sneaking behind them last time. He also had a big mask and sunglasses in hot weather, and he looked like a dumpling than them. I don't know if I will get heat stroke.
Wang Xiaoba looked back silently, only three meters away from him, holding a mobile phone and pretending to be a passerby.
Wen Fengjin has looked around in a dark face, probably looking for a trash can.
"Forget it." Wang Xiaola quietly pulled him. "The streets are full of people, and there are monitors. Anyway, he can't help us anymore. He loves to follow, and he can't go there in the villa."
Wen Feng pressed the blue muscles that were beating on his forehead. He ignored his face with a cold face, but warned the man again with a dangerous look when he was almost at the villa.
The tightly wrapped ‘tracking man’ flinched and immediately turned around and ran away.
I thought this was the end, but the next person was like staying at the door of their community. He could meet him as soon as he went out, and he followed them back, and was swept into the trash again and again by the smell of the wind. The bucket has almost become a frequent visitor to the trash bin, but the next day people still persevered.
Wang Xiaozai: "..." It seemed to me that he saw a brilliance called perseverance. I was about to shed tears of emotion, Amen.
What is not to hit the south wall and do not look back, this is it.
Even Wen Feng was a little angry by Xiaoqiang's behavior. He tried to do it several times but was pressed by Wang Xiaomei.
He wanted to live an ordinary person's life with the news, like every couple, eating together, shopping in the mall, going to the supermarket to buy snacks, eating and drinking, walking around, having time to go around and travel, enough to play Just go back to the palace.
Anyway, they have too much time to walk together hand in hand.
In the previous life, they lived in despair and frustration. This time, he wanted to live the simplest life with Wenfeng. Without becoming the legendary tomb master and immortal immortals, he would be a good person and a mortal.
Wang Xiaoma has never been stupid. He has lived alone since childhood, so on the contrary, he is a strong and tough heart under the appearance of hehe.
He didn't feel malicious on that man either. Wang Xiaoba must have understood Wen Fengjin, so although he hated being followed, he didn't really die, but he didn't know why he had to follow him and smell The wind blows.
Maybe it's just curious?
One day later, he and Wen Feng returned from the supermarket, and the sky was lightly rained. Wang Xiaozai, who had seen the weather forecast, prepared two umbrellas, and when he turned home with a large bag and a small bag, Wang Xiaola suddenly remembered.
The big brother will not follow them.
He turned back suddenly. Sure enough, a man who had been poured out into a brothel followed them pitifully. When Wang Xiaoma looked over, he panicked out and took out his mobile phone to pretend to be a passerby looking at the mobile phone to find a way.
...Brother, you have used this method countless times! ! !
Wang Xiaoba thought of this and saw that the guy suddenly panicked, flicked the phone a few times, and wiped it with his hand.
It should be because the rain is too heavy, and the phone is old (Wang Xiaoma once saw a lot of bumps on the phone), the man has been tinkering for a long time, the phone is still black, and his eyes are closed, completely away from him And go.
This time the buddy didn't care if Wang Xiaozai denied that he was coming, he lowered his shoulder in frustration and held the sacrificed cell phone king.
The heavy rain was falling and there was thunder in the air.
Wang Xiaoba: ...What's wrong with this inexplicable pity? ! !
Wen Feng did a cold glance at the other party, raised an umbrella and frowned to see Wang Xiaomei's toes wet with rain.
"We should go back."
"I know, wait for me first!"
Wang Xiaoba held up the umbrella and ran over. The man who only showed his eyes had an overwhelmed look in his eyes. He tried to escape and was caught by Wang Xiaoba. Then he handed him the umbrella handle in his hand.
"You can use it, you don't have to pay it back. It's better to go home in this weather and you will catch a cold."
There was a smile with tiger teeth, and Wang Xiaomei didn't point to this person to say thank you. He turned his head to cover his head with his hands and rushed to the umbrella under the wind.
"Okay, let's go." Wang Xiaola said with a smile, the rain that shook his hand.
"Why did you give him the umbrella."
"Because it looks so pitiful, and I don't like rainy days at all."
It was the same heavy rain that year, and one person was carrying another person on a long mountain road... At that time, the person who was carried was thinking, if I could support him with an umbrella, but in the end there was no People go to cover the bitter rain that hits them...
Since then, Wang Xiaoba hated the rain.
Wen Feng stared at him, his innocent and gentle black eyes and narrow and cold pupils looked at each other, half-sounding, Wen Feng did nothing to silently hold the umbrella, and tilted the umbrella to Wang Xiaoma... …
Looking at the person in front of him walking away, the tightly wrapped man squeezed the umbrella handle in his hand and looked at the place where they left with a complex look. After a moment of silence, he turned and walked to another road shrouded in heavy rain...
...
Since then, Wang Xiaozai has never seen the man behind them.
A month later...
Wang Xiaoma wore a sky blue apron and held a wooden shovel to cook dinner in the kitchen.
Wenfeng doesn't like to eat heavy-duty takeaways, but he can't go to restaurants too, so Wang Xiaomei, who once lived by himself, has taken care of cooking.
When preparing the stew, Wang Xiaoma took the seasoning jar and found that the salt jar was empty.
"Wind-end-wind-end-" Wang Xiaola yelled out of the kitchen with his throat, and soon walked into the kitchen with his long legs in the slack robe.
"Why, it's burnt again?" His beautiful face frowned, bent down next second and picked up Wang Xiaoma's long hair tied behind his head, carefully checking for burn marks.
"No, no." Wang Xiaoba took a step back. "Last time, I didn't notice it until it burned. It's because our family's salt is gone." Wang Xiaoba showed him the empty jar.
Wen Feng's brows spread out, letting the smooth black hair slip away from his palm, "It's okay, I'll buy it."
"Okay, hurry up. I'm still waiting for soup."
Wenfeng nodded and turned around to go out and change clothes. Wang Xiaoma was not worried about Wenfengjin going out alone. They had been in this place for nearly two months. Wenfengjin’s learning ability is still very strong, not only Quickly mastered the basic text and also learned to use mobile phones.
The supermarket nearest to them went back and forth at the speed of 20 minutes.
Still the black jacket, jeans of the same color and short boots, left the villa with his hands in his pocket.
The tight-fitting clothing perfectly repairs the man's body full of strength and beauty, from the shoulder to the waist, from the waist to the calf, the arc is smooth and imaginative.
With each step, the long silver hair bundled up behind him will be slightly shaken.
Feminine, handsome, too sharp, with indifference that no one should enter, as the number of people taking photos and peeping with him, the red eyebrows gradually enclose a deep gully, and the eyes gradually darken .
That expression can be interpreted as ‘disturb the deity again, and it will make you look good! ’, I don’t know how many people are going to be scared to tremble if I do this expression thousands of years ago.
And now--
"Wow he's so handsome--!!!"
"The lying trough is so cold cos!!!"
All the news: ...
All the news: ￣へ￣
The demon king who had been able to stop the child's night screamed angrily, picked up a pack of salt and quickly checked out.
The street lamp outside was already lit, and the footsteps of the wind blew, and he turned his head to look at a path that stretched out towards the side of the road.
Wen Feng hung her narrow eyes, and looked there expressionlessly for a long time.
After a minute.
He raised the corners of his lips, his hands in his pockets, his long silver hair was slightly blown by the wind, the red stripes on his beautiful face and his slender figure looked like a demon at the moment of the devil in the dark night.
The exquisite and expensive boots lifted up, and the tip of the right foot stepped into the red liquid and slowly pulled back, drawing a long blood stain on the dusty ground.
The pupils that occupy most of the eyeballs looked at the liquid on the ground, and the already messy person, filled with joy...
"You are going to die," he said.
The dark night covered up the unsightly body, and only the undulating chest opened his mouth to bleed blood, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed the ankle.
"help me--"
These words grunted in his throat, but there was no sound.
Wen Feng did his hands in his arms and watched the end of the life fire close to extinction, like a high god, but he stared at each other's pain and death, and his face appeared to be pleased...
That expression makes people feel cold behind!
The person who is about to reach the end of his life feels the fear that can suffocate!
But halfway, the desperate person saw with blurry eyes what the man pulled out of his pocket. After looking at it, the other person said:
"it is good."
"I can save you."
[The author has something to say: Does anyone wonder what the wind is blowing in his pocket?
【small theater】
There is Wang Xiaozong's Wen Dao: gentle and considerate ordinary people at home.
There is no Wang Xiaozongzi's boss: watching the dying man on the ground shows a demonic smile.
[Focus: We are aerial texts, the full text is aerial regardless of whether it is modern or ancient, and has nothing to do with reality]
Catch insects later.
Thank you for your reward.
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