MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 5

Not to mention Luo Cuicui, a non-combatant, even Xiao Li, who was in the field, was stunned. The two extended their necks and opened their mouths, like two shocked clams / tadpoles.

Xuan Yuan shook out the steel g he was playing on the plane, a coin meteor passed by, but the long-haired man just tilted his head slightly, and let a piece of steel that rubbed his hair and shaved it. g, a few broken hairs were rolled out, and then, he saw that he raised his hands unhurriedly. Those steel g hitting the back of his head seemed to encounter a sucker, forcibly derailed, and turned A big bend was sucked into his hand.

He still stared at the TV, sitting firmly, and flicking his fingers a few times. The fingers were as pale as jade, and the texture was like stones, and the sound of crisp gold stones collided with the coins.

A few coins swung open along his strength, "grabbed" into the walls and the roof, and the gray wall fell.

Outside, Xiao Li scrambled to retrieve her chin, which fell to the ground, and collapsed, "Don't you say that you are the aftercare?"

"That's right!" Although Luo Luo is also a "special energy", he has been living a civilized and peaceful life in the logistics department. He has grown so big that he has not even dared to stand by the side of the road. The flames burned, and the blink of an eye, has been hiding in the corner of the corridor with a small amount of smoke, and carefully headed out, "But our boss is a temporary worker!"

"I have a plan!" Xuan Yuan clarified to himself with a stitch, and returned to take the door of the family's lounge, shut the two clams / tadpoles out, and at the same time he quickly wrote on the door " The word "stop" was formed, and a small layer of flame-colored fluorescence appeared on the small door, spreading rapidly around the walls, blinking, and the small family lounge was quickly surrounded by fire and isolated from the outside world. Yes! Are you two with rhinitis? I smell fishy outside the hospital! "

Xiao Li scrambled out of the walkie-talkie: "Support! Come and support! Something happened, at home, family lounge!"

As soon as Xuan Yuan entered the corridor of this floor, he felt that it was especially cold and humid, with a sweet and rotten breath in the tide, and drilled directly into the cracks of human bones, as if greedily coveting the vitality of living things . There was the fake leaf / disguise of the dead leaf, and the moment he touched his hand, Xuan Yuan felt a wicked malicious infiltration, and before he could judge what it was, his body was out of instinct. Self-protection, burned it directly-the last time he was on fire when he touched it, was a bone tower built with a thousand human skullcaps.

In front of him, the man in the black jacket seemed more dangerous than that bone tower!

When Xuan Zhan grabbed his hand in the air, several coins wedged into the wall exploded at the same time, blasting fire from all directions. When the flames condensed into a dragon, they were instantly woven into a large net, and half of the lounges were caged into the sea of ​​fire, pressing their heads and covering their faces against the man.

The long-haired man finally moved. He reached into the middle of the fire net, turned his wrist over, and "grabbed" the fire dragon's woven net in his hand, dragged and dragged a few coins on the wall. She shook violently and fell off at the same time.

The fire net was suddenly disconnected from the source, and he was put into a ball into his palm and rolled into a small fireball. He didn't touch a bit of gray on his fingers, only the skin on the palm of his hand was warmed by the flame.

At the same time, Xuan Yuan had already inhabited him: "The smell of the body has not been cleaned, and he dared to sway to the site of a different control bureau."

He didn't know where to draw a epee, wrapped in scorching wind, and split it with a sword: "Are you too inflated ..."

The long-haired man plucked up a thermos cup that he didn't know who was put in the lounge. "Dangyu" held Xuan's sword. The double-layered stainless steel cup was cut down by the epee from the middle. Half a cup of wolfberry and red date tea gave them a sweet look.

As soon as Xuan Yuan approached, the clothes on the man with the long hair began to show the prototype-starting from the cuffs, quickly turning back to leaves.

At the same time, Xuan Yuan also saw the other side's face clearly.

He was taken aback firmly, he couldn't help hesitating, and the long-haired man reached out and pinched his sword body, and threw it sharply, pushing him away two or three meters, and hit his back against the wall. on.

As the long-haired man bowed his head and stretched out his hand, the half-armed clothes had been restored to the original shape—the style of the clothes was apparently copied from those next door, but the colors were changed slightly.

Then he opened his mouth in a strange tone: "Ashamed, without covering his body, offending."

This man was so energetic and glorious, he had a pair of natural "lover eyes", and everything looked warm and affectionate. It was the face Xuan Yuan glanced in his dream!

"Well," the long-haired man saw him speechless, thinking he didn't understand, as if he was a little bit distressed, turned his head to watch the TV, and quickly switched to Mandarin, "My clothes are ..."

The latter word should be an infrequent vocabulary. Neither the TV nor the trapped tourists have said it, so he paused: "Tree ... 唔 ......"

Xuan Yuan spoke with him almost at the same time: "Blindness."

The man smiled with a smile on his face, like a master, and politely made a "please" gesture to Xuan Yuan: "I understand, just sit."

His attitude was relaxed and he didn't look away. Xuan Yuan looked at him inconceivably for a moment, and then he really dared to insert the epee into the back of his back. The epee turned into a light and melted into his body. .

He wiped the red jujube tea splashed on his face, pulled over the plastic chair, and Dalla sat down: "Who are you? Or ... what are you?"

As soon as the man was about to speak, Xuan Yuan said, "Just say your own words. Slow down. I can probably understand you."

There are many old things in their hometown, and some of them occasionally carry a few words of ancient times—of course, the dead are only traces of time and it is impossible to chat with him, but the evolution of the Chinese language has continued in the same vein. It's familiar.

This person just blurted out, it should be the old saying. According to Xuan Yuan's unreliable inference, he felt a bit like the "elegant words" of the Kyushu melee more than 3,000 years ago.

But it is not necessarily because the language changes quickly and sometimes, sometimes a turmoil will change to an official language, and sometimes, across several dynasties, people ’s accents have not changed, and it ’s difficult to judge what is based on accents. ——Besides, the ancients were also transferred from the south to the north. It is not necessary to say the "mandarin" of their time.

There is not much room in the family lounge. The man may find that there is a danger of nakedness / ranching too close to him, so he avoided Xuanyuan two meters away and leaned loosely on the wall: "Little demon, your blood is pure, Family learning, what do you do in the crowd? "

When the two of them sat and stood, the long-haired man had to bow his head slightly when he spoke, and a few strands of scattered long hair hang down on his shoulders. His voice was gentle and gentle, and he looked down, almost a bit petting.

"What do you mean?" Xuan Yan picked up his e-cigarette and thought vigilantly, "Now these demons are so corrupted that they are seduced / tempted?"

Xuan Yuan: "I asked you or did you ask me?"

"The Devil" seemed to have a good temper. He didn't think he was embarrassed, and thought seriously for a moment. He replied, "I don't remember."

Xuan Yuan asked: "Don't remember who you are? Is that" Sheng Lingyuan "a real name or a pseudonym?"

"The devil" shook his head innocently again: "I don't know, I'm familiar with it. I borrow it."

"Where did you come from?"

"underground."

"Underground?" Xuan Yuan did not understand whether this was literal or there was any special reference, so he asked, "What is 'underground'?"

"Under the ground is a thin coffin," the man who claimed to be Sheng Lingyuan explained patiently, "presumably his family was poor before his death."

Xuan Yuan frowned and took a big puff of cigarettes. For the first time, he felt a "knowledge blind spot".

The two donkeys didn't speak two languages ​​to the horse's mouth, and they could only guess each other's approximate meaning with suspicion, and the communication was very difficult. Xuan Yuan felt that if he understood correctly, this person should be saying that he is an old ghost, and he didn't know how many years he had died after hearing an accent.

But under the broad daylight, he can run, jump, and pant, not only the shadows dragged to the ground for a long time, but also his hair volume was very moving.

What exactly is this?

Sheng Lingyuan stared curiously at his e-cigarette for a while, and kindly reminded: "Poisonous."

"I know, it's said in the advertisement." Xuan murmured, stretched out his hand, the burnt steel g flew back to his hand, he thought, the hand bounced the steel g to play, Throw it out and take it back.

"You mean, you were buried in a coffin beneath the ground-now that you're buried in the ground, what are you doing up there? It seems that there is no need for night to sleep?"

This sentence is a bit fast, Sheng Lingyuan may not understand, and leaned a little, and his eyes seemed to be very focused, as if he were only seeing people in the world.

Xuan Yuan's fingers stunned subconsciously-his convulsive ring was getting hot again, probably because of the ten fingers connected to his heart, which made him "chuck" in his heart.

He quickly cleared his throat: "I'm asking, what's your purpose here?"

After understanding this sentence, Sheng Lingyuan replied, "I was forcibly awakened."

"Who? Why should I wake you?"

"The man was crazy, his accent was unheard of, and I wasn't so clear-headed ... I didn't quite understand it." Sheng Lingyuan seemed helpless, "I happened to meet the friends outside, I was undressed and inconvenient to see each other, it was just Secretly followed them for a moment, but unfortunately coincided with the tree demon's embarrassment, when I saw the few of them unaware, I had to imitate their clothes and introduce them into the cave.

Xuan Yuan: "You understand what they say?"

"Not very much, but there are some traces to follow. After listening carefully, I may be able to guess some. I was afraid that I would lose the words, so I just learned their tone and said something I guessed. Fortunately, I was very flustered at the time. Nothing is exposed. It is the magic weapon, "Sheng Lingyuan pointed at the TV," the population is clear, and the words are marked on it. Is it used by young children? "

"Do you understand simplified characters?"

"Oh, simplified characters," Sheng Lingyuan learned the word with interest, and pronounced it in exactly the same way as Xuan Yuan said. His learning ability was amazing. Then, he glanced down at the TV on the wall. Some strokes seem to be cursive, but they seem to be written in italics. It is very interesting, and it is really barely word by word, but some people have a vision, and it is not difficult to guess a 50%. "

This man was standing there, with a gentle temperament like jade, which made people feel uncomfortable at first glance.

"I just opened my eyes and didn't wake up, I sang the ears of the bird, I didn't understand a sentence. I just got out of the coffin, and my clothes were all straw skirts made of leaves. Lei Feng? "Xuan Yuan said," I **** believe it. "

Xiao Li called for support and hurried outside, knocking on the door: "Director Xuan, what's the situation?"

Sheng Lingyuan followed the door subconsciously and glanced at the door. At this moment, Xuan Yuan suddenly reached down and pressed down. Only a few steel gs that had been playing back and forth by him did not know when. In the circle, as his gestures were embedded in the ground, they were instantly formed into a matrix formation, and a "click" in the air made a crisp sound, and the midwives had a few iron chains on fire, trapping the man firmly in the middle.

The rope of Sheng Lingyuan's hair was chopped by flames, the hair was spread out, and the fake clothes with the leaves transformed into the original shape, but he was not naked / ran--

A dead branch and a fallen leaf rolled down, revealing a white robe inside. On the robe, the totem painted by blood was almost formed, and the blood was horrifying.

The man said "ah" and looked down at the iron cables tied to himself, only to find a weird smile on his tender face: "Good clever kid." 2k novel reading network