MTL - Bestial Blade-Chapter 93 I am not something
Jing Chu rides on the back of an orc who transforms the beast. His neck is surrounded by a collar made of the tail of an unknown animal. The soft and thick fur feet are slap-length. Holding his chin, he looks pale. , But a little more expensive in the air-the orcs will never have this strange temperament, they always look strong and rough, even if they wear noble clothes, profound features and generous body They will always betray them.
Yuan Song took a few steps to follow closely, glanced at Ruda, who was leading the way, and could not help but whispered, "Boss, is he reliable?"
Jing Chu smiled slightly, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and asked, "What do you say?"
Yuan Song frowned, with a look of contempt flashing on his face. After a moment, he said, "This man, with two sides and three swords, can still be mixed with such bitterness and hatred, but it is really admirable-how the leader knew him To the Lord of the Pearl City ... what kind of meaning? "
Jing Chu laughed lowly when he heard the words. Several of their brothers looked good, but Jing Chu was the best. When he smiled, his black eyes were slightly bent, like a curve inside. Like the shallow ripples of water, Junxiu was so inconceivable.
Yuan Song couldn't help thinking, he was so handsome and so smart ... Which of the sons of the old leader was comparable to him? Was it his fault to be born of a beast? No wonder he has so much resentment and unwillingness.
Just listen to Jing Chu saying, "I care if he has that meaning, he just doesn't have it, and I can let him have it-aren't you orcs all the same? Cowardly like beasts, greedy like humans, yielding to strong The person who worships the strong, depends on the strong, but hates the strong. To the kid, isn't the Lord of the City an insurmountable power? Besides, I heard that the Lord of the City is still a beauty, man ... Not greedy? "
When Yuan Song heard the word "hue", he subconsciously avoided Jing Chu's eyes, hesitated a moment, and said rarely: "This ... craving for hue, the time of confusion is always limited, and it comes from the heart Feelings are different ... "
Jing Chuxi laughed and said, "You like a person, don't you look happy every day, don't want to take off your pants and do that kind of thing? Don't you want to satisfy your own **** / desire? Even if you think of this Only care about your own heart-so what do you like about the other person? It's because he treats you nicely and waits for your thoughtfulness, or something you don't have attracts you and satisfies you. This kind of illusion. Saying what's your sweetheart, in the final analysis, others cannot be your sweetheart, the person in your heart is just a change of self .... And in terms of love in the world, where is there long-lasting sincerity as parents love their children? But why don't they love other children's children? Even if the children of other people's children are smarter, isn't it the most special one connected to their own blood in the hearts of their parents? So, people love only the blood of their own body. . "
This remark was so cold that he just stunned Yuan Song. Before he could breathe, he just listened to Jing Chu and said, "You ask me how to know the kid's thoughts on the city lord ... even if he doesn't know, I Also know. This man is vanity and impetuous, eager for quick success and capriciousness, in the final analysis, but he just feels weak and humble, he dreams of becoming a person like the owner of the city, but a person like him can never become that, The other side is too strong, his beast's heart is so scared to be jealous and disrespectful, so he looks up at a back for ten years, and it is nothing strange to see how deep the desire of that half of the people is. "
Yuan Song intuitively wanted to refute, but he couldn't think of what he said was wrong. Jing Chu speaks reasonably, but there is an indescribable loneliness and coldness. Just listening to it makes people feel that everything is boring.
Does a person like Jing Chu have a taste for life? Isn't he going crazy?
Or is he crazy?
Jing Chu's team approached the mark at a speed that surprised Chang'an. As he got closer to "home", Chang'an couldn't help getting more and more anxious. He couldn't imagine why the other party was more familiar with Lu than him. There was a vague sense of ominousness. However, Jing Chu's team is too hierarchical, no matter if you look at it from a distance, it's almost a piece of iron, so he can't find a chance to start.
The lunatic was still haunted, but sometimes he followed him, sometimes he disappeared for a day and didn't know what to do.
On the evening of the third day, the madman bleeded a horned deer and slammed it in front of Changan. He said politely, "You come to roast, I'll invite you to eat."
Chang'an was annoyed and said to him without raising his head, "Get off!"
When the lunatic heard the words, he was angry and rushed to the crown, his eyebrows were raised and he stared angrily at Chang'an, but unfortunately the man's **** was sinking like a rock, he ignored his stare. The lunatic raised his hand and wanted to pat him, but stretched back halfway, considering that it might cause another meaningless scuffle between the two of them.
The lunatic wants to beat Chang'an with a knife, heartily, although he doesn't want to die, no matter who hacked him, he is convinced to take it orally, but he is unwilling to fight this meaningless stand with Changan- In this case, it is impossible to show how powerful he is!
So he squatted on the ground and pondered for a while, before poking Chang'an's knee with a small wooden stick and saying, "I'm really hungry. You give me a roast deer, and I tell you a secret."
Chang'an glanced at him impatiently, and didn't expect his dog to vomit ivory at first.
Who knows but said the lunatic said: "I know the valley in front, from your king city to their camp, I have come back and forth to run more than ten times, just to compare to you with a knife, here are familiar with It ’s the same in my backyard. I know there is a path in the mountains ... "
Changan hesitated, grabbed the collar of the madman, and hurriedly asked, "What path? Waterway or dry road or animal hole? Which way to it? Can you avoid those iron guys who are inside and outside three layers? Can ... ... "
The lunatic silently stuffed venison under Changan's eyelids, sniffed his nose silently, glanced at Chang'an, and wondered if he was hungry. Despite his arrogant face, it made people think he was jealous. See It was pathetic and hateful.
Changan snorted angrily, snatched the raw meat, cleaned it, cut it and peeled it, and set it on the fire. After a while, it quickly cut and smashed the ground, shoved it into the hands of a lunatic, and put him in It's so hot.
Chang'an: "Come on!"
The lunatic bite a grievance bitterly and complained: "In some places, it is not cooked yet.
Chang'an: "Can't bite slowly and bite slowly-do you say it or not!"
The madman tore away a piece of meat and swallowed it three times, then swallowed it. Then he said resentfully: "Originally the river channel did somehow, leaving a deep trench, which is open at the foot of the mountain, There was a nest of wolf cubs making holes in it. Later, Mo Mo moved to another place, and the other end was dug out by some beasts, leaving a small hole where one could barely squeeze through, and it came out exactly in the middle of the valley bottom ... Hey, where are you going? Don't drag me! I'm not finished yet! "
Chang'an jumped up, wrapped the remaining fleshy grass with leaves, and then picked up a lunatic collar, and ran his legs and ran to the hillside.
There really was a crazy smell left by the animal, as it was said by a lunatic. It was indeed a wolf, which extended into the innermost. I do n’t know how many hundreds of feet long. The two were equivalent to passing through a wall through a mountain. , The narrowest is so that people can't even breathe, the lunatic is about to eat too full, his stomach bulges, gets stuck there, how can not squeeze out, Changan stomped his feet on his ass, In the scream of the lunatic, he "stepped on" from the crack.
It was almost dark when the hardships and ashes came out. Jing Chu and others camped in the valley to rest, and Chang'an carefully pinched at the entrance of the cave, plucked a crack in the strong grass there, and looked out.
I don't know if it was because he had been unlucky for dozens of days and suddenly transferred. This time his luck was exceptional. The hole was just not far from Jing Chu's main account. Changan was so happy that he had no time to be lucky. A man walked near the entrance of the cave, scaring him to shrink his head back, holding his breath and waiting for the man to pass.
The man was walking in the direction of the main account. Chang'an casually glanced at the man between the grass slits, but this one made him feel like a lightning strike.
The lunatic felt that Chang'an was trembling obviously, and then the muscles on his body stiffened like a stone for a moment, then turned his head and gave a questioning look.
If Chang's unconsciousness, he stared at the man's back, almost staring at the other side of the hole, so that he seemed to feel something, and turned his head to look behind him in doubt.
His front face stabbed into Chang'an's eyes unexpectedly, and made Changan's eyes red-this man was Luda.
Why did Jing Chu rush into their barriers so fearlessly? Why does the other party march so fast that they haven't even gone a bit wrong?
Chang An suddenly lowered his head and laid his entire body on a small hole in the mud. The smell of muddy soil and animals left over his nose, and his clenched fist made him tremble in half of his body. .
The lunatic was startled, reached out to push his shoulder, and whispered, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Why is it suddenly like a sieve? Hey ... hey, what are you doing ?!"
The lunatic watched in shock as Chang An suddenly raised his head and slapped his face fiercely.
The lunatic froze for a moment and asked, "Are you itchy?"
Chang'an ignored him and whispered, "I'm not something."
This remark was so deep to the madman that when he heard it, he nodded in admiration and echoed, "No!"
Chang'an was not in the mood to tease him, his heart seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't breathe. He reached out and held his chest tightly, and couldn't suppress the ominous, hasty The panting sound of the madman didn't feel right, he forced his face over and found that Chang'an even had lips purple.
The lunatic was startled and let go of Chang'an: "You ... are you okay? But ... don't die!"
Changan's mind was blank, his lips were biting out of blood, his brain was roaring, and even the exhaustion and pain of the past did not break him. At this moment, he felt that all his strength was flowing away like flowing water.
Changan couldn't figure out, why did Luda do this because of that woman? For a woman who didn't know ... irrelevant, did he betray his home, his tribe, and city-state?
After thinking about it, Chang'an didn't understand it, so he could only come up with a cliché ... probably because of his own wrong conclusion.
I don't know how long it took before the soreness in his chest slowly relieved, and his breathing slowly calmed down. When the lunatic saw that his face was not as scary as before, he dared to poke him: "Hey, I say you what happened?"
Chang'an's eyes did not have a focal length, and he remained silent for a while before he said indifferently: "At that time, my teacher treated me like a parent and child, and it was difficult for me to repay my whole life. I was less than one ten thousandth ... I ..."
He couldn't go on.
The lunatic looked at him inexplicably: "Little white face, what are you talking about?"
The bright red in the corner of Chang'an's eyes spread to his entire eyes, set off against his pale skin, and looked like bleeding from his eyes.
After a moment, he whispered, "I went to kill him personally."
Before the lunatic had time to respond to what the other party meant, he saw that Chang'an suddenly got out of the hole like a ghost, and his movements were very light, and even the wild grass was not alarmed, like a ghost gradually growing in the night. Passing through the valley, there is no trace.