Jing Chu died just like that.
No matter how powerful he was when he was alive, how many mountains, rivers, sun, moons, and ravines he had in his heart, he would still be a pool of rotten flesh with a single knife. The corpses were no different.
Fortunately, there is someone like Yuan Song who is willing to cry for him.
There is a saying that ten flying in the sky can stand up to a hundred running on the ground. When the thousands of winged orcs brought by Ahero arrived, the battle situation in the valley suddenly turned into a storm.
When the genius is bright, it is completely over.
After all, Ming Zhu died of his stupidity. Bu Dong watched helplessly as the orcs carried out his mutilated body, unable to say a word. The eldest son nearly broke the battle...but he couldn't say it—at least not in front of his son's dead body.
Butong could only slightly bend his waist, and stood there hunched over, watching those people carry Mingzhu away. His feet seemed to have taken root, his eyes seemed to be out of focus, and his back... had been bent by the years.
Outside the valley, Hua Yi squatted in front of Jing Chu's corpse, with a dull expression, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Suo Laim came over and said, "I thought I was well-informed, but I've never seen such a Something. The old queen told me just now."
Hua Yi's nasal voice was so heavy that he let out an "um", and asked perfunctorily, "What is it?"
"She said it was a very ancient 'weapon', and she heard it from her elders when she was young - there is a fish that grows in the depths of glaciers in extremely cold water, called 'satin fish', which is taken from this The skin of the species of fish is scraped off the fish scales, and then cooked with rice vinegar for seventy-seven forty-nine days, so that it can be protected from water and fire. Use this kind of fish skin to make small balls, and inject kerosene into it. It cannot be filled, and some gaps must be left OK, and then put a very thin twist into it and sew it in the belly of the person, such a person is called a 'fireball man'."
Hua Yi was a little lacking in interest before, but he couldn't help raising his head when he heard this.
Suo Laimu continued: "Because the fish skin is extremely tough, the fire oil will not be spilled in the belly of the person, but after all, the fireball person has an extra part, so usually the action is a little slower than ordinary people, and no matter whether he is fat or thin, there are all kinds of problems." The lower abdomen is bulging, and there are other problems such as poor appetite and indigestion. Jing Chu used young children as fireball figures. Presumably there are also children who are puffy, and firstly, they are prone to minor physical problems, and secondly, those with small stomachs Small things are not uncommon. Slow movement is usually considered to be due to the fact that they are still young and cannot walk easily, so no one has paid attention to them. The twist that is exposed outside the skin of the Fireball Man is made of satin fish intestines. People are not hindered, when it is lit, it can directly burn the kerosene into people's lungs along the fish intestines, and ignite the kerosene. The kerosene is sealed in the fish skin ball, expands and has no place to release, and finally can burn the small fish skin. The ball stretched to five or six feet square, and when it exploded to the extreme, no one within a radius of several tens of feet could be spared. Fortunately, it was Chang'an's knife that pierced the skin of the fish before the oil was too low... If it was someone else , I’m afraid I don’t have his strength and accuracy.”
The peerless hero Chang An was not here, he was taken away by the accompanying doctors.
Hua Yi was silent for a long time before he said in a low voice: "I thought he was holding his son in his arms before he left, thinking that he didn't love his parents and brothers, but he still knew how to love his own flesh and blood... who knew he It's holding an ultimate fireball. Not even a beast eats its own..."
Suo Laimu said slowly: "You are wrong, animals really have torrids - small fish are born from broken eggs, and most of them are eaten by their mothers, and the things that fall from themselves are eaten back to their own. In the stomach, if you think about it this way, the fireball is caused by fish skin, isn't there a meaning?"
Hua Yi sighed: "Don't fart, people are not fish. Hey, how can he be so smart?"
"You don't understand." Suo Laimu waved his hand and said, "Although you are getting taller and more crooked, you have a gentle nature. Even if you are not confused once in a while, you will know right and wrong afterwards. How can you understand that he is so paranoid that he doesn't care about it?" All minds?"
Hua Yi: "..."
He vaguely felt that he had been scolded by Solaimu.
Suo Laimu continued nonchalantly: "Do you know some people, they obviously don't pay attention to food or clothes, but they want to squander their property in every possible way? Jing Chu is such a person, he is born smart He is extremely tall, but he has always been a humble man. No one in the world understands him. People only regard him as a noble sub-beast. He can't show his value no matter what. This kind of 'spendage' made everyone afraid of him, dare not look at him directly, and shuddered at the mention of his name, which was considered to have solved the natural hatred in his heart against the world."
Hua Yi frowned and said, "Since you understand him so well, why didn't you just say it?"
Suo Laimu smiled slightly meanly: "Why should I say it? What good will it do me to let him calm down before he dies and die well? Who will come..."
His voice suddenly paused, and then he continued as if nothing had happened: "Furthermore, this is just my family's opinion. I am not a worm in his stomach. How do I know what he thinks?"
Hua Yi shook his head, he was so tired that he didn't even notice Suo Laimu's blunt voice, he just said: "I still don't understand your messy squandering... But maybe he was born at the wrong time Well, maybe one day there will be no orcs and sub-beasts in the world."
Suo Laimu was stunned: "How to say?"
"Natural selection, look at the current merchants running around, even if some orcs travel far away, most of them are too lazy to go by themselves, and are willing to ride livestock instead. Hunting has swords, spears and halberds, and there are sprouts and barley at home... If one day the mainland is unified, If you don’t even fight wars, what do you need the orcs for?”
After Hua Yi finished speaking, he shook his head again, and without waiting for Suolaimu to answer, he stood up by himself, rolled up his blood-stained sleeves, stopped looking at Jing Chu's body, and strode into the valley with his hands behind his back .
He felt like a hunter who hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights. He finally caught the fox and held it in his hand, but he didn't feel any joy. He just seemed to be relieved... and the exhaustion of wanting to fall down and sleep upside down.
But before that, he had to visit Chang'an.
When Chang An woke up, he had already returned to Haizhu City, his own tent and his own bed.
His whole body was bandaged up, and he tried to move, only to feel that his whole body was tied up like a zombie, and it was difficult to even lift his hands.
He was stunned for a while, regardless of the north, south, south, east, and north, and then he remembered the battle that exhausted him, so he sat up suddenly and held his right wrist.
Afterwards, Chang An's expression changed from panic to dignified—the right wrist can be used, but the strength cannot be used.
At that moment, Chang An seemed to have a strange feeling about his body. He just had that feeling, knowing that even if he took off the bandage and medicine, maybe... he would no longer be able to hold a knife with his right hand.
Thinking of this, Chang An froze for a moment, and then he suddenly lost his strength and fell on his back on the bed, with his arms across his face, covering his eyes.
This fragility made him take advantage of all his thoughts and worries for many days—the Luda who died by his own sword, Kazuo who fell silently in front of him...
He has never had such mixed feelings in his heart.
Before Lu Da was about to die, the look in his eyes almost made Chang An feel breathless. The heart-wrenching pain that had been suppressed at that time would all come to him belatedly.
But at this moment, the door was gently pushed open, Chang An put down his arms, turned his head, his eyes were slightly red, it was Aye who came in.
A Ye was so thin that he was out of shape, holding a large tray in his hand, on which were placed two bowls of medicine for internal use and external use.
Behind her was a two or three-year-old boy who timidly poked his head out and looked at Chang'an cautiously.
Seeing that he had woken up, Aye was not surprised, but put the medicine he drank on the bedside of Chang'an, and said softly: "The king has been guarding you for three days and three nights, and just now he stood so violently that he almost fainted, and then he was caught. Lu Quan forced himself to go to rest."
Chang An drank the medicine in one gulp, nodded, and watched Aye skillfully unwrap the bandage on his right hand, and change the medicine for him.
"This hand, I can't help it." Aye said in a very gentle voice, but he uttered some cruel words to the doctor.
But Changan couldn't blame her, when he thought of Kazuo, when he faced Aye, he couldn't even say a word.
The tent was as quiet as dead, and after a while, Aye told me as if nothing had happened: "However, in my opinion, your hands are not a big problem, after all, they are just limbs, and you don't need to die if you break them. It’s just that your heart and lungs are born weaker than others, this time the external injury is easy to say, but the internal disease is difficult to cure, you should pay more attention to yourself in the future, don’t always play your life like a hero.”
Chang An said in a low voice: "I didn't try to be a hero, it's all my duty."
When he finished speaking, a tear fell into Chang An's hand along A Ye's long eyelashes. Chang An instinctively retracted his hand, but was held down by A Ye. Without raising her head, she let her tears fall drop by drop. He fell down, but his hands were still meticulously re-bandaging Chang An's right wrist.
After she was done, she raised her head, pulled the child behind her with tears and a smile, and said to Chang'an: "This is my son. You hugged him once when he was just born. Now that he is so big, you Do you still know each other?"
Chang An nodded against his will.
A Ye patted the boy on the back and urged, "Why didn't you call someone when you met the city lord?"
The boy blinked his big eyes, and he spoke neatly, but he still couldn't enunciate clearly, so he called, "Lantern Lord."
Chang An really didn't know what to say to such a little guy, he struggled for a while, and finally corrected him seriously: "It's the city lord, not the lamp lord."
Aye pushed the little boy in front of Chang An, took his good hand and put it on the boy's head, suddenly, one big and one small went stiff.
Aye asked, "Is my son okay?"
Chang An nodded.
A Ye let go of his hand, stood up by herself, picked up the plate full of empty medicine bowls with one hand, and gently pushed the boy behind the back with the other, almost pushing him into Chang An's arms, and said: "Okay, I will give it to you." is you."
Chang An didn't know that his son could give someone away in such an understatement, and his eyes widened immediately, not knowing what to say. Aye didn't even give him a chance to speak, turned his back to him and said: "I heard that you ran into the enemy's tent alone in order to save Kazuo, and you were almost trapped inside and couldn't get out. I don't know how much I have suffered... But he...he is still... Maybe we are still unlucky, now I am the only one left, I really have nothing to repay, so I use my son to pay for it, do you think it will work?"
At the end of her question, she didn't wait for Chang An to answer. After she finished speaking, she strode out without even looking at the little boy and Chang An who was at a loss.
This matter was simply too absurd, Chang An couldn't care less about his right hand, and was busy trying to catch up, but he didn't have any strength in his leg, so he fell to the ground with a plop, and couldn't get up for a while.
The little boy burst into tears.
Chang An was in a cold sweat, raised his hand and put it down again, and put it on the little guy's head again after trying several times. After talking for a long time, he said bluntly: "Don't cry."
The little boy cried even more heartbroken.
The sound finally alarmed the slaves at the door, several people rushed in and carried Chang An back to the bed in shock. Chang'an hurriedly said: "Go to Hua... Forget it, let him sleep for a while, and find Suo Laimu! Tell him that Aye gave me his son for no reason, and tell him to send someone to chase her immediately."
However, they failed to catch up with Aye in the end. As a doctor, she searched all over the mountains and plains for medicinal materials on weekdays. She seemed to be more familiar with the roads in the city than the guards patrolling the city. It was easy not to be caught. The edge of the high rock found a corner of her dress.
The melodious but low-pitched dirge of the sharks echoes below.
The world is true and false, sometimes if it is not at the critical moment of life and death, who can tell
In the end, Hua Yi was alarmed, and personally ordered two female slaves, telling them to take the child down and take good care of it, while he sat gently beside Chang'an's bed after everyone had dispersed.
Changan slept lightly, it seemed that because of the wound pain, he was not sleeping well, so he woke up immediately.
Hua Yi put his right hand on his body to avoid touching him, then hugged him from behind, turned over and lay down, Chang An automatically found a comfortable position in his arms, and closed his eyes again.
But Hua Yi didn't know what happened, he didn't say a word, but his hands became tighter and tighter, and finally strangled him almost out of breath, Chang An turned his head back with difficulty: "What are you doing?"
Hua Yi was in a daze at first, but when he heard this, he suddenly let go of his hand, stared at him for a while, and then said softly like a demon: "I was thinking, if something happened to you, maybe I would jump off like her."
Chang An didn't know how to answer, so he could only look at him speechlessly.
Hua Yi gently held his right hand, and sighed: "Today, I asked the past merchants to exempt from tax and fees for ten years in exchange, and asked them to search for famous doctors for you...it will always be fine, huh?"
Chang An lowered his eyes, and said calmly: "It won't get better, I know... and my knife is broken."
Hua Yicai wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Changan: "I thought about it. Back then, Master also had a knife, and it was broken. He still hurt his hand holding the knife just like me. Although I asked myself Far inferior to him, but not weaker than him, even if the right hand is completely broken, is there no left hand?"
On the contrary, Hua Yi, who was comforted by him, was speechless.
Chang An took a deep look at him, and suddenly laughed.
The pale face that was not healed from the serious injury was like a flower blooming, Hua Yi's heart moved suddenly, as if he had returned to a long, long time ago, in that small tribe that seemed to have nothing to do with the world, by the crystal clear river, A drenched boy suddenly smiled at him and put a flower in his hand.
It is as scorching and moving as April in the world.
"Don't be afraid," Chang An held his hand, closed his eyes as if he was out of energy, and buried half of his face in Hua Yi's arms, like a small animal returning to a familiar nest, and instinctively rubbed against Hua Yi. After a moment, he said, "Nothing to be afraid of."
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There is no extra to this article~ The second brother’s personality disorder cannot be understood with the logic of normal people~ No one is sorry for him, he just has a natural hatred in his heart~~~ After finishing this, I will return to Xiaoyezi’s article, there are probably ten thousand left I don’t have much time, let’s update it every week... ⊙? ⊙B Khan, thank you for your support^_^