Chapter 52: Don't you say you want to worship me

This wave of squatters intended to sneak attack was lively chased and killed here by the gatekeeper and the guardian.
If Ruger also has a dictionary, I am afraid there is no word "enough to stop". Generations of gatekeeper patriarchs have almost the same life as Shanmen. Over the years, he has become the incarnation of Shanmen and dares to offend Shanmen. As long as he still has the strength to climb, he will inevitably kill the other party.
Yuan Ping blew the same long whistle, which was probably the talent skill of the gatekeeper. The whistle was very special, sharp and long, with strong penetrating power, and it was almost stinging to the ears. Listen carefully. The meaning of the alarm, the meaning contained in the subtle differences in length, cannot be heard by outsiders, and only they can communicate.
The whistle responded to each other remotely, roughly equivalent to someone else's three words, Yuan Ping was busy with his mouth, and he was not idle in his hand. He wielded a sword and beheaded a mutai, riding flat on the black guy's neck The film man was planted, and Yuan Ping broke his neck with one foot.
At the same time, Yuan Ping also took the time to care about Nanshan: "It is our patriarch who brought the people-Nanshan Patriarch, how are you?"
The effect of wind wound detoxification is immediate, and the process is like a ants' heart, which is a torture that makes people unhappy. Nanshan's hand began to tremble uncontrollably, but he was Chu Huan on one side and Yuan Ping on the other. No matter which side he was facing, Nanshan was unwilling to show weakness.
So he endured it so hard, and he smiled without a ghost.
At this time, purple and black poisonous blood had begun to appear at the wound of Nanshan, which meant that the antidote had begun to work. Chu Huan had tasted this taste in person, and he was not nonsense at the moment. Knocked hard.
Nanshan was always unaware of his consciousness, and he was solidly hit by this blatant sneak attack, and his feet were soft, and he was hugged by Chu Huan.
Nanshan: "Release ..."
Chu Huan: "Shut up."
A flesh-and-blood real person is not like the bone rack in Danghuahua. The weight cannot be the same. Even if only a human body bears the weight of Chu Huan, his actions are inevitably affected.
Chu Huan: "Yuan Ping, cover it up."
Fortunately, although this large group of filmmakers and Mutay are a bit bluffing, they have already failed.
Mutay is just a beast, and the flat people die with a pinch. The only trouble is that the dark monster will spray around, and the aimless wind arrows are one after another, which is not easy to dodge.
At this time, Chu Huan felt that a gust of wind was blowing from under his feet, and the momentum was gentle. It almost had the meaning of "from the end of Qingping." Going out, it becomes a huge vortex.
In the middle of the whirlpool, the strength of the wind is hardly felt, but the more the wind is violent, the more violent the wind is. Nanshan is almost trying his best this time.
The hurricane broke up the flying wind arrows and cleared a short path for these people.
Then Nanshan completely lost his strength and leaned softly on Chu Huan God. His breath was shallow and rapid, and even the strength of his eyes was almost gone. The injured arm was hanging on one side, and the poisonous blood was always flowing out. The blood loss made him Chilled all over, his mind shattered more and more, almost illusion appeared.
Gradually, in the ears of Nanshan, the hustle and bustle of the whole world seemed to be away from him, all he knew and felt, only Chu Huan ’s heartbeat seemed to become infinite, and only Chu Huan held it in his palm. , Irresistible warmth.
Then for a moment, Nanshan's heart was out of his consciousness. He forgot where he was, and just thought in a muddle: "I am dead without regret."
At this time, the vocals are finally approaching. The mountain guards and gatekeepers are worthy of being natural warriors. As long as there is no absolute disadvantage of being crushed in number, monster abuse is a special skill.
A whistle came from above, Yuan Ping interpreted simultaneously: "Go here, follow me!"
After he finished speaking, he stuck to the foot of one side, stepped on the uneven rock, and led the others to the ground quickly and smoothly, and then the rain-like arrows fell from the sky, except for a few of them. Outside the footpath, it is an indiscriminate attack on other places.
It's a pity that the flat people's IQ is too high. It was really a big trouble. After the sharp-eyed little monsters were shot to death, they immediately discovered the movement of Yuan Ping and their gang. They blew their trumpets and reminded their companions. They chased the hordes of Mutai to chase them up-the fierce gatekeeper never hurt his clan, so they had to let them go.
At this time, humans and monsters are almost desperately struggling to speed in the environment of flying cornices.
Just when the recent Mutai almost chased the broken mountain and opened his mouth to start spraying venom, a figure suddenly fell, holding a long and narrow weapon, wrapped in an unmatched gust of wind, and blamed the monster. The neck pierced a perfect pair.
The man's skin and hair were black and white, and his eyebrows were almost limp, and his body was sullenly like a water ghost.
Yuan Ping: "Patriarch!"
It was Ruger.
The newborn gatekeeper looked like a precious child to their own patriarch. Ruger looked at him slowly and glanced at Yuan Ping with a subtle smile. The kindness made the guardians look horrified.
Then Ruger saw Nanshan held by Chu Huan, his eyes narrowed: "Wind poison?"
Chu Huan said: "The medicine has been poured."
Ruger nodded, turned his lips to make a whistle, and then raised his chin to the embarrassed people, "Go first."
Dozens of goalkeepers and warriors among the mountain guards jumped down one after another, rammed into the black monster Mutai group, and immediately set off a unilateral slaughter.
There are three arrows left in Chu Huan's waist quiver. The group of them can now be said to have run out of food, so they are not polite with Ruger, and immediately avoided the goalkeeper's front.
In less than half an hour, except for a few panic flakes who fled in panic, other enemies were killed cleanly. Ruger wiped the blood from his face and commanded coldly: "Clean up, don't let the body pollute the water."
After he finished speaking, he turned and walked in front of Chu Huan, half-kneeled, and probed on Nanshan's forehead and carotid artery.
Chu Huan asked nervously: "How is it?"
Seeing him so nervous, Ruger was better at his original blunt attitude, and whispered: "It's okay, stay with him, he should be better by staying overnight. How can you go this way? Also What about a brother? "
The reason for this was that in one word, when asked about the mallet, several people silently fell silently.
Upon seeing such a reaction, Ruger suddenly understood, he paused and stood up: "Let's go first, Nanshan will not go up for the time being, we have a room at the mountain gate, let him rest there for a while, wait for him Wake up and say, as for that brother ... "
Xiaofang said: "I went up the mountain and informed my brother's family."
Ruger nodded and walked ahead.
His face was always cold and indifferent, but it was not really indifferent. After a few steps, Ruger couldn't help but turned around and asked, "How did that brother die?"
Dashan's eyes turned red: "He died at Danghua and Phantom Monkey because of me."
Ruger stepped in, and his pupils shrank: "What? Did you encounter Dianhua and Phantom Monkey? Are you within the scope of the Stele Forest?"
Yuan Ping replied carelessly: "Patriarch, the Stele Forest has been swallowed into the sinking ground, and we have not succeeded."
Ruger was not as broad-minded as he was. After hearing this, his face suddenly changed, and his eyes became darker and deeper. He called another gatekeeper and hurriedly said, "You I take care of the guardian brothers. "
Then Ruger pulled Yuan Ping away: "Come with me and tell me what I have encountered on the road."
Chu Huan has been holding Nanshan and walked into the mountain gate. After entering the mountain gate and bypassing the holy spring, he passed a curved road around the big cave and the small cave, and came to a place like a small valley. On the mountain wall, a beam of light hits here straight up and down, like a naturally formed small patio.
There are many small houses in the small valley with complete bedding inside, which is a place where the gatekeepers rest when they are not on duty.
The leading goalkeeper led Chu Huan to the largest room, glanced at Nan Shan's face, and lowered his voice and said, "I'll give you some food and water?"
Chu Huan said in a lot of proficiency in the language of the Liyi people: "Excuse me, thank you."
The gatekeeper quickly delivered all the necessities and thoughtfully pulled the wooden door up the entrance of the cave for Chu Huan.
Chu Huan gently put Nanshan on the bed, reached for a touch, and first touched the blood and sweat of one hand, and did not know if Nanshan would be dehydrated.
Chu Huan's eyes turned to the jug. When he was about to stand up and pour a glass of water to irrigate Nanshan, he was grabbed his arm by the delirious Nanshan.
Nanshan grasped tightly, as if dragging a life-saving straw in drowning water, his fingers
giggled
, and he could n’t break apart. Chu Huan had to bend down and let his voice relax, saying in his ear:
Hand loose Song, can I pour some water for you to drink? "
Nanshan obviously didn't listen to anything, and Chu Huan even suspected that he still had consciousness.
His teeth clenched tightly, trembling Chu Huan's wrist, Chu Huan stretched his hand over the back of Nanshan's hand, and hadn't had time to earn any effort. Nanshan only noticed this slight movement and put it around regardless He was taken down-this time with a nearly dying struggling force, Chu Huan was put down on the hard stone bed at once.
Chu Huan felt that his ribs were almost narrowed by Nanshan twice, but he didn't struggle. Ren Nanshan held it without letting go, and then slowly raised his hand and put it on Nanshan's back, smooth and hairy. Stroking gently.
"Don't you say you want to worship me?" Chu Huan said.
Nanshan was confused, and of course he could not answer.
Chu Huan showed a little helpless smile.
His hand moved up along Nanshan's back, and then raised his hand and pinched it on Nanshan's back neck, squeezing the person completely.
Chu Huan turned up and saw that the poisonous blood at the wound had been drained and the blood stains were red. He then gently cleaned the wound of Nanshan like a fine handwork and bandaged it.
After finishing, Chu Huan simply leaned against the bedside. He could hardly awe the guardian and the gatekeeper's medicine system. He had to guard himself to prevent Nanshan from getting a fever.
Facts have proved that the medicine system with swords going forward is actually reliable.
Nanshan Guoru Ruge predicted that he would wake up the next day.
He was stunned by the light pierced by the door and froze for a moment before he realized that he had returned to the mountain gate.
The door seemed to be open, and the small breeze lifted the wooden door at once, sometimes making a "squeak" sound, rolling into the room, and swept the tip of his nose playfully.
When Nanshan turned his head, he saw that Chu Huan was sitting at the door with his back to himself, and he didn't know what to do with his hands. Sometimes he made a "dingling" metal collision.
Chu Huan has been a savage for so long. As a result, he is still not used to walking around naked with his shirt all day long. After they returned to the top of the mountain, Xiao Fang asked others to help him take down the clothes and daily necessities that he left in the residence. He stayed in Nanshan for one night, and it was not until early in the morning that Nanshan became stable, and Chu Huan had no time to clean himself up again.
He put on a new shirt with blue vertical stripes, put on his trousers, put his glasses back on, and suddenly returned to the state of the beast.
Chu Huan's own shirt was put on his body, and they all seemed empty. Nanshan stared greedily at his back. He didn't want to look away. After a while, Chu Huan turned around inadvertently, only to find that he was awake Too.
Chu Huan was holding a small piece of thin wire in his mouth, and his sleeve was pulled to his elbow. He was not used to holding tools commonly used by craftsmen in his family.
"Wake up?" Chu Huan said, throwing things down, washing his hands and walking to the bed, reaching for Nanshan's forehead.
Shou Shanren's physical quality did not say that, such poisoning and physical psychological torture, when people sleep at home, they are a full-fledged hero, and after a night, there are no symptoms of inflammation.
Nanshan was a little embarrassed by him, but he didn't dare to move, only responded lowly: "Well."
Chu Huan picked up the bowl next to his pillow, hesitated, and asked, "Want wine or water?"
Nanshan: "... wine."
Without saying anything, Chu Huan picked up the wine barrel that the gatekeeper hung on the wall, poured a bowl of medicinal wine and handed it to Nanshan.
In an instant, the two of them seemed to be back in the small county town on that frontier.
That day Nan Shan picked up Chu Huan on the first day. He remembered that Chu Huan was very embarrassed, with a bruise, bruise, and penetrating injury caused by something unknown. He woke up breathlessly all night long.
At that time, the two of them were also like this. They stood one by one, with a pot of medicinal wine in the middle, and spoke to a tattered Xinhua dictionary, Chicken and Duck.
Chu Huan stared at Nanshan and drank the medicated wine, but did not speak, but whistled on the side-it was Nanshan who used his flute in the minor to startle when he first saw him.
It's a pity that Chu Huan's music cells fell into his mother's stomach, and his whistle was neither melodious nor lively, let alone any aesthetic appeal-the running tune was completely faithful, and it was almost inaudible at first. Tune, it seems to be giving urine to the child.
Nanshan sulked and dried two large bowls of medicinal wine in one breath, and then the wine vigorously encouraged the courage to break the silence without asking, asking: "What were you doing just now?"
"Be an iron son." Chu Huan said, sitting back at the door, he leaned comfortably on a corner of the wall, stretched his legs forward, and twitched, "the kind that Yuan Ping said Barbecue rack. "
In terms of eating, drinking, and playing, Chu Huan was clever and clever. Not long after, he had lightly knocked, bent, and wounded with some ironsmith's scrapped iron. In the absence of electric welding, he completely made use of cutting-edge clever connection. With a simple iron frame, Nanshan dazzled.
Chu Huan cleaned the iron racks in an orderly manner and burned them with oil.
He went in and out like this, and he seemed very busy, even though the two of them didn't say a word, they didn't seem so embarrassed.
Finally, Chu Huan brought a large plate of meat.
The plate was very large, but the slices of meat were very thin. It almost passed through the light. It can be seen that Chu Huan was not bragging. At least this knife was very good.
The pieces of meat are being marinated in an unknown soup.
Chu Huan lit the charcoal lightly and started an unlicensed open-air barbecue on the spot. Anyway, Ruger probably would not fine him for the smoke and dust.
When the iron frame became hot, Chu Huan brushed a layer of oil on it without any hassle, and nothing was left. A unique fragrance after the temperature of the oil has risen has spread. Chu Huan held thin slices of meat with iron pliers, and put it on the iron frame. As Yuan Ping said, "呲 啦", the fragrance was overflowing, making people drool when smelling, Chu Huan seems to be a middle-aged veteran, Turning the meat and turning the fire, such as the growth of three heads and six arms, taking care of everything, all right to grasp the timing.
He placed the roasted meat on a bamboo plate and beckoned Nanshan: "Come here."
It took a long time for Nanshan to realize that this kind of eating method is the most original and the most convenient way of eating on the side of the river that eats fine and eats finely. It seems extremely simple and rude in the extensive and profound recipe culture.
However, in retrospect, he felt that he had tasted the world's flavor from the thin barbecue.
The world that he longed for, longed for, infinite and infinite, was melted by Chu Huan in the innumerable tastes, and showed the tip of the iceberg to show him.
The two of them didn't talk much, so they held a pot of medicinal wine and a plate of roasted meat and ate in silence.