MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 28

The memories in Taohuayuan began to move forward slowly.

The little prince was not hurt. He leaned against the window and closed his eyes. Suddenly, a strange worm that flew in from the window stuck directly to his forehead. The naughty children couldn't help but laughed. .

Sheng Lingyuan is ten years old, and has been fleeing in endless fear for ten years. Killing and betrayal have followed him. Childlike innocence has never developed. He had neither general knowledge with the bear children, nor was too lazy to persuade them, calmly pinching down the worm, he reached out the window, put it out, and said indifferently in the unskilled Witch language: "No matter how trouble I tell your dad."

The snicker disappeared. A moment later, Arozin's head emerged from the tree, and he gave him a sullen glance, slipped down the tree with a bunch of young classmates, and ran away.

Alozin is curious about the new Sheng Lingyuan, and wants to play with him, but he will not take the initiative to please him. He is the only child of the patriarch, and is ridiculed by the clan. Running behind his ass, in his mind, there is no such thing as "putting down the child and taking the initiative to make friends". He felt that if he walked around under the window, it would already be regarded as the face of others, and Sheng Lingyuan should have been flattered to join them, who knew that this person gave his face a shame.

Arozin was furious, but at the same time he was angry, the mentality of "what he didn't get the more he wanted" also grew, so he led a group of bear children every day to entangle Sheng Lingyuan, and made Dasheng's chalet annoyed. . The young prince's mentality has been worn out for a long time. He is not frightened and angry, so he uses the "Tell Your Dad" big trick to try it out.

Thus Jin beating frequency Alois straight up, unilaterally Shengling Yuan dislikes of interleaved teeth.

Before being able to land, Sheng Lingyuan was basically able to communicate in the Witch tribe, and even learned the characters of the Witch tribe.

The history book says that Emperor Wu ’s "comprehension and early wisdom"-this is nonsense. Being an emperor in troubled times is a high-risk industry without insurance, and you ca n’t do it without heart-but the history book does not say that this majesty learns tongues faster than parrots. .

At first Xuan Yuan thought that Sheng Lingyuan was born with an unforgettable ear. He was a genius. There was no way to recite grammar with the gang for more than ten years. The college student who did n’t even understand English was not a species. Until then, he was surprised. For survival.

In the era of the Kyushu melee, no one was willing to popularize "Putonghua". The languages ​​of different ethnic groups and places were so different that some didn't even resemble a language family. In this troubled world, they were quickly displaced, quickly mastered a dialect, and became unfamiliar. The environment, this was what Sheng Lingyuan had to know when he was a teenager, he had to live.

However, even so, Sheng Lingyuan learned the characters of the witch tribe very hard. The text here is written on a leaf of a local specialty. At first glance, it looks a bit like ancient Egyptian. The strokes of Chinese characters are as sloppy as their houses, but they are very complicated, and they can see the long-standing cultural accumulation.

There is actually a place similar to the modern library on the top of the mountain. There are a large number of collections in it. Foreigners can come in and out at will if they like. From the perspective of modern people, the ancient nation is a bit open and civilized.

Xuan Ye made a few laps in Dongchuan Lane in his memory, and he had overturned all the impressions of the witch people.

The witch people are the birthplace of parasitic butterflies. People here also have various incredible spells. Starting from the name "witch", they have a strange breath. Coupled with Alozin who had previously encountered that deity, in Xuan Yuan's imagination, the image of the witch tribe should be similar to the "black wizard" in the movie-people are wrapped like Arab women, Days, nights and nights, nothing happened to hold a small meeting around the fire, stretched out withered fingers from the sleeves of the robe, and vote to curse who will die tomorrow.

But on the contrary, in the memory of Sheng Lingyuan, Dongchuan is not gloomy at all. The tone of life here is even bright and warm. People are lazy. When the cattle and sheep are halfway, they are lost by the owner who does not know where to go for a nap. On the one side, I lost my way, and within a few days anyway, a tribe would pick it up. The children started to enlighten when they were five or six years old. The entire family knew the word. In the evening, everything was fine. Everyone went to the square on the top of the mountain. The patriarch and the Great Saint also went there. People sat in humility, singing and dancing, storytelling, leisure. Nonsense, even arguing about some primitive philosophical issues.

"I think the level of civilization in this place has something to do with the holy city of Athens," Xuan Yuan asked, "why do you call yourself a" Witch "? It sounds strange."

"In their own words, they claim to be 'people living in a forest on a half-slope'," Sheng Lingyuan said, "'witch' was a name that was called to them by outsiders at that time, was it scary? It might be such a person, his heart Be afraid. "

Xuan Ye followed the young Sheng Lingyuan around the witch tribe. Seeing that he was on vacation, reading, asking questions from the saint, or helping the herbs every day, the biggest trouble was the harassment of Bear King Wang Lao. He originally thought that he would see very **** scenes. He never thought of endless circles in daily routines. Sheng Lingyuan in his memory has always been a teenager in his early twenties, with no meaning to grow up.

"Wait, Your Majesty," Xuan Yuan said, "when you said something was lingering, you would have been stuck in a circle of memory for a while, and then whether we are stuck now."

Sheng Lingyuan glanced at him, his look was indifferent to himself.

Xuan Yuan found that the more the person's moods fluctuated, the more alienated his attitude was, as if it wasn't him who was trapped in the teenager's dreams and didn't want to be sober. It can be fragile, and it can fool itself.

Suddenly, Xuan Yuan felt that the Emperor Wu floating on the altar looked like a flesh and blood. The fragility of the strong is as thrilling as the courage of a coward. Xuan Yuan can't help but soften his heart and try to say in a gentle tone: "But we still have to find a way out, right, you see ..."

Before he finished speaking, Sheng Lingyuan nodded faintly: "Well, it makes sense."

Xuan Yuan: "..."

The lengthy persuasion was stuck.

"It's human instinct to avoid heavy and light, and I can't avoid vulgarity." Sheng Lingyuan thought for a while, said calmly, "That's better than that. If you have any questions, just ask, I can try to remember with your question. Out of these trivial matters. "

"Your Majesty," Xuan Yuan said positively, "Everything that can trap you is not a trivial matter, and no matter how many nostalgia you have, it is not wrong."

Sheng Lingyuan first frowned, and then laughed helplessly, as if he felt that the little demon Xuanyuan was sentimentally unreasonable: "What are you doing?"

Xuan Yuan: "..."

Alright, just to the point of discussing things, tearing down his own weaknesses and researching, Sheng Lingyuan is not like an individual anymore.

Immediately afterwards, before he spoke, the surrounding scenes began to crumble. Without Xuan Yuan's questioning, Sheng Lingyuan had been very aggressive in trying to adjust his mindset.

Suddenly the witch village was suddenly shattered into countless pieces in front of the two, like a smashed vase.

The two fell into the night, and Xuan Yuan hadn't stood still, and he saw the back door of the clan's house "squeak" open. Little Arozin held a cloth bag in his arms, slipped out, and went straight down the mountain. go with. His face was aggrieved, and the palm of his left hand was red and swollen. Obviously, he didn't know what he was doing, and he was stung by a "complaint fine". He could not bear it, and ran away from home.

"what happened again?"

"He stole Da Sheng's" Frightening Mantra "and placed it under my pillow," Sheng Lingyuan said, "The Frightening Mantra can arouse the most fearful things in people's hearts. It is a good thing. Both fear and terror are false. It passed. It was originally used by Dasheng for spiritual practice. In fact, it was nothing. I often took it with me later. But the patriarch and Dasheng saw me at a young age and treated me too carefully, only to scare me. The patriarch knew that he would be furious and blame Alozin in public. Where he could suffer such grievances, he ran secretly that night. "

Xuan Yuan heard a slight movement next to him. When he looked back, he saw the young man Sheng Lingyuan descending from a big tree, looking at Alorjin's back, hesitated, and followed him.

Xuan Yuan: "You ..."

"Well, I didn't fall asleep that day," Sheng Lingyuan said frankly, "No matter how scary the curse is, after all, it is fierce medicine. I was frightened at the first contact and didn't dare to close my eyes at night."

The witch tribe is not completely in contact with the outside world. Some people will regularly dress up as ordinary civilians and go out to buy and exchange things. Although Alozin has never followed, he clearly knows the road and cries while he drills through the witch. The Terran set up a barrier at the foot of the mountain and ran away.

He thought that the mountains and the water were wide outside, otherwise why the foreign children were so expensive?

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the Witch tribe, he tasted what was called "difficult circumstances."

The witch people have no dispute with the world, but the spells are unpredictable, the people are afraid of them, and the demon people are actually guilty, so they know that Sheng Lingyuan is hiding in the mountain of the witch people, and they dare not act rashly. Alozin, who had run away from home, was giving away his head, and as soon as he came out, he was taken away by a net.

For several months, the demon tribe caught A Luojin by accident, feeling that he was just like a **** help, ready to take him to discuss the conditions with the witch tribe, to see if they want their own cubs, or the nimble ruined home. That night, they hung Alozin in a cage and ate and drank in front of him—of course, people.

Blood drank in the wine, baby bone soup was stewed in the large cauldron, the small skeleton floated in the boiling water, and some of the flesh had not completely fallen off. It looked like it was before birth. The main course is a lively beautiful girl. The internal organs are washed and cleaned, and then her life is hanged by black magic, and the meat is taken directly from her. Once in the boiling water, she eats with blood half-baked and eats with scream After eating a meal, the girl had only bones on her two legs. She was still alive and her face was white and flawless.

The girl who was eaten raw was crazy, and Alozin was going crazy.

Xuan Yuan looked numb all over with cold eyes, and spread his wings involuntarily on his back, but with the wings of fire pressed by a cold hand again.

"Since this is the case," Sheng Lingyuan said coolly, "the people will not be soft-hearted when they move to another place. The old accounts of thousands of years have nothing to do with your descendants."

Arozin was thrown into the hut with the girl dragging her bones. The girl stared blankly, stared at him, and smiled for half a night. Arozin cried at her for half a night, crying guarding The little demon was annoyed and was about to kick him. Before waiting for the demon to move, a dagger came over from behind and wiped the demon's neck with a knife.

The demons fell silently, and the awkward Alozin saw the sick seed "complaint".

"Summary" wiped a handful of blood from his face, skillfully caught the demon corpse, and dragged him aside. This kind of thing seems to have been done thousands of times.

There was a curse of Fuxiu on his dagger, and he cut off the iron cage trapping Arozin like chopping vegetables, chopped him out with one hand, and shoved him a can of curse: "Go."

Arozin ran out a few steps, but found that Sheng Lingyuan didn't follow him. He turned back hurriedly and saw that Sheng Lingyuan reached out to cover the girl's eyes, leaned down, and said something gently in her ear, and gave it a knife. She was happy.

The dreaded demon method was cut off by a dagger, and the girl was finally freed from the world like a quagmire. I don't know if there is a spirit underground, I dare not give birth again.

The young man Sheng Lingyuan put down the girl's body and grabbed Arozin: "What are you doing?"

Arozin was dragged away by him, and his tears couldn't be wiped cleanly, suppressing choking and whispering and begging, "I ... wow ... want to cover her with a dress ... brother, can I cover her with a dress ... ... "

This is the first time that Arozin has called him with names other than "feed", "hate", and "complaint".

Sheng Lingyuan didn't let go, didn't look at him, and said a shaman to him lowly.

Xuan Yuan whispered, "What are you talking to?"

"I said,‘ Someday, I will close all the eyes of the dead, and all the dead bones will be closed. '”

This sentence was wrong for Alozin's life.

The ancestral motto of the witch people: never leave Dongchuan.

But the young patriarch's heart has drifted to the vast and cruel world.

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