Chapter 212: Drowning fish

The rain continued until late at night. m.Le Wen mobile network
Everyone is muddy, and Mayday will not be cold, but it is not the time for heavy rain.
The sea otters and the joints of the salt traders couldn't talk, one insisted on delivering the money, and one suspected cargo was wet and damaged. The two sides agreed to push the wheelbarrow to a broken temple in the outskirts, and then continued to wriggle.
The rain did not decrease, and there were more and more places in the temple where the rain was leaking. The water on the ground had not passed the ankles, and the thunder light came out one after another, and the temple was bright.
"Take a donkey and clear things up!" Qu Ye, who had nothing to do, screamed at the water.
Aside from others, I didn’t understand it. I saw three or five great men standing up and slamming the table for a split, then grabbed the planks, inserted them into the water, and pushed them forward against the ground.
With the screaming of the teeth, the scattered stones and the messy foreign objects were shoveled out of the wall by the planks.
Everyone looked at the shoes on the feet that were not so blistering, and looked at the turbid water, which was reflected.
These sundries are nothing in the weekdays, but the eyes are still early from the dawn, the water is rising again, and it is dark, only the bare ankles and knees will be scratched.
"Qu Ye, you want to be thoughtful." Private salt dealers come together to pick up.
Seeing this world mess, I want to go all the way to the north and south of the river, do not mix with these people who do darts?
"Fast, put the car up!"
The leader of the sea otter was squatting, and the exhausted man had to wipe the water full of face and groped for the bricks from the temple wall where the apse collapsed, and raised the wheelbarrow.
There are only a few places in the temple that do not leak rain. They are piled up with goods, even if they are still moving. Bo Jiucheng was extremely dissatisfied in his heart and secretly used spells to stop the rain from falling on his body.
"Less Lord, what are you doing?" Kui Xiu said coldly.
"I don't know what it means to do this." Bo Jiucheng said with anger, "At this time we don't leave, what are you here? If you are afraid of the leak, kill these mortals, disguise themselves as one word." What is it difficult to kill?"
Kui Xiu Shi heard the words, and reached out and pressed him back into the water: "Less Lord, you still don't know how much trouble you have smashed? Liang Yan, the poisonous spider made the paper, you dare to use it?! The Lord is in the mirage I bought it to determine the original shape of Liang Yan. I don’t want to use it. I use it casually. The paper is made of spider silk. The spider hunting is based on those silks. There are no spiders for ten years. The mark left on the little master cannot disappear!"
The thin mouth of Bo Jiucheng was shocked.
At first he just heard people say that he used the symbol to expose the rudder of Zilou Island, but he did not expect to be positioned.
"This... how could this be the case, the father did not say this."
Kui’s gnashing teeth said,
Even if you know, who can tell the younger masters, what are the few things that the Lord does not sue, but the paper is, how is the demon spirit dead?

The thin nine city is speechless.
He immediately thought of what imprint, angry and occupied the chest, and said with anger: "Ten years? What does this mean? Is it because I can't let Liang Yange chase, I can't use the real yuan?"
Kui’s breath was stagnant, and he whispered:
It’s not so serious. Liang Yan can only find the direction of the imprint. We just need to be careful and follow the crowd. They are helpless.


A group of sea otters, a group of private salt dealers?
Bo Jiucheng smirked.
They hide their heads and reveal their tails. Is this the skill?

Kui Xiu Shi saw his intention to kill, and quickly stopped: "The Lord, can not cause cause and effect again, we are going to the hurricane of the Western Regions, and the ghosts who are forced to go by the Gorefiend are also Over there, it is not too late to take revenge. Liang Yan was seriously injured in the South China Sea. As long as she did not go to chase in person, before she recovered, we were far away from the East China Sea, and even more mixed among the mortals, no one could trace it. At that time, even if the imprint is still there, it is useless by the influence of distance!"
Referring to the release, Bo Jiucheng thought of Chen Wo.
He took a deep breath and barely calmed down. The revenge of the past life has not disappeared, and new hate has been added in this life.
"Chen Wo, you are waiting." Bo Jiucheng muttered to himself.
Kui Xiu Shi is full of worrying colors. He does not understand why Bo Jiucheng has to go through with the demon brother.
In the darkness, Qu’s tobacco rod is faintly lit.
The thunder disappeared gradually.
"When the rain stops, you are ready to go on the road." Haishu leader spoke.
"Brother, you patted the and left. We still have goods here. The mountain road is muddy, how can we get it?" The private salt dealer.
"This time, the work is said in advance! The goods are handed over to you, we go to the county to collect some good things, then go back to the sea to transport it back and sell it, the ship does not go empty!" Haishu leader laughed, "Now you guys Being trapped, just a day or two later, what about us? The return journey is still waiting for you, but you can’t spend it with you."
Seeing that he was about to turn his face, Qu Ye took a cigarette rod and said slowly: "The rain has not stopped, what is the competition? It is better to worry about this temple."
"what?"
Everyone raised their heads in unison, the black lacquered beams and the icy rain fell from the cracks in the tiles and poured them on the face.
"This temple is afraid of being unable to hold it." Qu Ye underestimated and threw out the words that made everyone horrified, "To collapse!"
"Nonsense!" How high is the private salt dealer.
"You have to pay me to bring someone, there is a risk, you have to tell you." Qu Ye eyes did not lift, calmly said, "If the rain is going to two more hours, when the dawn, the small half wall They are all in the water. The temple has been abandoned for many years, and the foundation is stable and unstable. No one knows..."
"Enough! Qu Ye, what do you say?"
Qu Hong’s meal, Zhang Kou said:
I see the vestibule’s high terrain, which is stronger than here, but the place is small enough to put those wheelbarrows, find some solid brick and wood, and hold a shelf, even if the house beam falls. Not in the goods. Finally, we went out and drowned, and it was better than the temple."
Everyone is not snoring.
The face of Bo Jiucheng flashed and he asked: "Is this temple really going to collapse?"
"Nothing, the next two days of heavy rain is almost the same, but the mortal is courageous." Yuanlou monk said contemptuously.
"Humph!"
Bo Jiucheng said impatiently, "If this person is nonsense, he will kill him."
"Little Lord!"
"Otherwise, is it so ruthless to be called by him?"
The monks of the Yuanlou did not speak, because they were also called to strengthen the apse of the people, quite impatient, so grinded, deliberately dry and lazy, only one heart waiting for the rain to stop.
"The wood is not enough, you have to go out to cut down!" Qu Hong said.
"You, you, and you, go to the woods outside to find some!"
People who are not working hard are being clicked.
The leader of Haishu sees that many of his own people are also inside. He wants to talk, and he is worried that the goods are really going wrong. The other party refuses to give money, and his face is small, and he wants to go back to do business, but he has no way out. It is big, so it is the default.
The private salt dealers were anxious, and they were convinced that Qu Hong, who was quite capable on the road, agreed with a stack of voices and shouted those who hesitated: "The thunder stopped outside, but you are afraid that you will not die. Go! Do a good job and give money!"
This is the spirit of everyone.
The people in Yuanlou were mixed in, tired and tired, and they endured anger.
"I took people out, I have to pay attention, the rain is so unstable that the rocks are unstable. When I fall into the ravine, I can't find it for a while, my head is broken and I am not saved." Qu Hong said with deep meaning.
In the dark, the thin nine city eyes are bright.
This is not a good way to get out of the way, pretending to be missing, reasonable, and not afraid of people to trace.
"Less Lord, we are so many people!"
"You are accepted, I am going to the county seat and waiting for you to get out." Bo Jiucheng said arrogantly.
Kui’s instinct felt that something was wrong, but he couldn’t say it.
A group of people went out in a mighty way, got into the woods, and picked a few trees to cut them.
The people brought by Qu Hong pointed at the side and occasionally helped.
The thing is especially clever, next to it is a ravine, very wide and deep enough.
Bo Jiucheng stretched his foot and kicked a sea otter. He also jumped with this scream. A few early impatient Mausoleums had a kind of learning, and Kui Xiushi could not stop it.
"What happened?" The ravine came up and asked.
Xiao Jiucheng sneered in the heart, went up the hill, and took the mud on his body impatiently.
This pound of torrential rain, at the foot of the deep mountain jungle, Liang Yange, who can follow the mark so quickly? Dr. Kui is full of swearing words, and he has to suffer this sin when he hides his whereabouts?

"Less master, in my opinion, it is not difficult to wait for a caravan to enter the city."
"This is the truth, Dr. Kui is blind, and I feel that someone will chase it, and that it will be discovered alone."
The sound of Bo Jiucheng came to an abrupt end, and he turned around in horror.
this is--
The ground violently vibrates, accompanied by the whistling of horror.
"Not good, mountain torrents!"
"Help--"
The people on the edge of the woods frightened and ran away to the temple with a higher ground.
Kui Shoushi was shocked first, and then felt that it was only a mountain torrent. How could it hurt the thin nine-city in the Yuan Ying period? At best, he fled and fled, just to give the lesser a lesson.
He was still thinking about it, and he suddenly heard the screams in his ears.
Immediately after the wind began, a sense of crisis fell on the spine, and Kui’s instinctive roll, avoiding the blow.
"Oh, the reaction is not bad."
Kui Xiu Shi has not climbed up from the ground, and his face is covered with a mysterious attack that is difficult to resolve. The trick is not to jeopardize the chest of his neck. Although there is no horrible real element, it is unstoppable.
In the end, the shoulder was sore, and Kui’s back was planted. It was still awkward.
- This place, where is the Mahayana monk?
"Less Lord!" Kui Shushi was really scared.
However, the shadows flashed in front of him, and the man passed him and took it straight down.
The torrents came to the fore, even if the monks only had time to leap, and fled without a choice, the people behind the eyes of Bo Jiucheng swept into the mud and suddenly fell into the mud. The heart suddenly shocked, and the front chest was heavily hit. Also planted in the mud.
"Hey!"
The thin nine-city was hit by a log in a mountain torrent and hit the wound with blood.
What surprised him even more was that a person fell gently on the wood, bent over and reached over his neck, his eyes sharp as a knife: "Yuan Lou? Going to the Western Region Hurricane Supreme??
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