Although it feels a bit absurd that Simu is protecting his calf, he is just like treating Russell as a pig eating his cabbage.
Oh!
Isn’t it nice to have so many paper wives
If all else fails, you can also play the role of a dead knight and talk to the fairy about life and ideals.
Russell went straight to the side of the boat. The Poyang Lake Temple in the distance was still offering sacrifices, but they didn't know that the god had died.
If the big monster's shell was harder, how could we have a bowl of turtle soup today
Why.
The boat slowly turned around and soon returned to the mainstream of the Yangtze River, continuing upstream towards Miaojiang.
This journey, which was originally supposed to take more than ten days, will probably last several months with this kind of stop-and-go, stop-and-go journey.
Russell glanced and saw a group of people seeing off two people. The large ship lowered a small boat and the two people left in a hurry.
Um
Russell was a little curious. This ship was bought by Li Chengyu. Except for the people of Li family, Simu and Russell, the rest were hired sailors.
Now that they haven't reached the location yet, what are these two people going to do
He was lying on the fence, or to be more precise, his hands were hanging on it with his feet dangling in the air. As for the reason.
You know.
Although he has been eating a lot recently, his physical development is a problem that cannot be solved in a day or two. We need some time to react!
"Butler Li, what's going on with those two people?"
Russell looked at the acquaintances passing by below and couldn't help asking curiously. The old housekeeper Li immediately stopped and said respectfully, "Young Taoist priest, their wives are about to give birth, so they have to leave."
"Huh, they gave birth at the same time? Do they have the same wife?"
Could it be that one rich woman has two mistresses
Old butler Li gave an awkward smile. The young Taoist priest was very capable, but perhaps he lacked common sense!
Russell looked at the direction the two were heading. "Aren't they from Renjia Town? Why are they ahead of us?"
"They just want to leave!"
With a squeak, Simu walked out of the room with a helpless look on his face. It was obvious that there was no good communication, or perhaps even no words were said.
Want to leave
Russell lowered his head and looked at the old butler Li with his hands in his sleeves, smiling, obviously knowing the truth but not pointing it out.
"Go and get busy!"
"Okay, little Taoist priest, you can tell me if I have anything to say."
With that said, old butler Li left happily. He had lived for most of his life, and what he missed most were Old Master Li and the Li family.
Now that Mr. Li has passed away and was given a grand funeral, he no longer has any regrets in his heart.
Now the Li family has followed the right person, a little immortal with a promising future. They will surely be successful in the future, and at worst they will have no worries for hundreds of years.
How can this not make people happy
Personal efforts and personal talent are important, but sometimes, if you don’t take advantage of someone powerful enough, you’d be a fool.
After Butler Li left, Russell turned around and looked at Simu, who had a depressed look on his face, and couldn't help but gloat over his misfortune.
"Did that silly girl say anything to you?"
"She's not stupid, she's just a little shy." Simu is very protective of his daughter, and it seems that he wants to put all the feelings of not seeing her for more than ten years into it.
She might not be his daughter. What if he is so happy for nothing
Russell shook his head. "It's fine if he ignores you, but he ignores me too. I saved her life after all. Isn't this stupid?"
The life-saving favor was greater than heaven. The two did not know each other, but Russell saved her life. He thought he was a little handsome, but he did not marry her and did not even say a polite word of thanks.
hehe.
Simu smiled, squatted down, and put his right hand on Russell's shoulder, "Don't be angry, little nephew, how about I treat you to milk next time we go to the city
Fragrant and delicious goat milk!"
"Not at all, unless you add another serving of milk."
"No problem, my little nephew, you have everything you said!"
Simu agreed very generously, which was inconsistent with his usual stinginess. Russell looked at him with deep suspicion.
Is this the four eyes I know
It's obviously fake at first glance, just bury it.
Sure enough, within three seconds, Simu exposed his fox tail, "How about I buy you two sets of clothes when we go into the city?"
Russell looked disdainful.
"Hehe, I've been chasing zombies my whole life, so I should at least enjoy myself!" Simu touched his chin, "I remember the clothes my senior brother wore when he met his first love."
"Um?"
After hearing this, Russell suddenly became interested. He hadn't paid much attention to it before, but after Simu mentioned it, he remembered the suits he treasured in Uncle Jiu's room.
Hey, I discovered another little secret of Uncle Jiu.
"Oh, right." Russell pointed at the boat that was going away, "Uncle Master, you said they did it on purpose, why?"
He thought that he was not a tiger and he was not harsh on them, so why did the two of them run away
The four of them looked into the distance and shook their heads meaningfully, "Little Russell, you will slowly understand in the future that there is a huge gap between people, and dragons and snakes cannot live together."
“Even if you do nothing, it will bring a huge sense of distance.”
Russell remained silent, gazing into the distance. Perhaps he was too scary the past two days, so he transformed into a thousand-foot Dharmakāya…
…
"Uncle San, why are you running away?"
A slightly fat man was rowing the boat, looking curiously at his uncle beside him. He was just a little timid and afraid of trouble, so he ran away.
Uncle San is an old hand, a seasoned expert, and has seen a lot of dead people. What is there for him to be afraid of
"Huh, I can tell from the looks of it that you look like a youngster."
Uncle San lit a cigarette for himself, turned his head to look at the big ship, and revealed a trace of disdain in his eyes, "Wang family boy, I will teach you something today."
“People with ability will encounter more and more troubles, and the troubles they encounter will be more troublesome, because if there are no troubles, they will create troubles or even go looking for troubles.”
"For a god-like figure like him, the so-called trouble is definitely not a trouble, but for ordinary people like us, hehe."
Uncle San's long speech made the man surnamed Wang a little dizzy and almost passed out.
"Uncle San, please put it simply. Is it really that mysterious? I see that group of people are fawning on him. This is a god, a great opportunity!"
"opportunity?"
Uncle San leaned on the boat and took a leisurely puff of his pipe. "Is it so easy to hug a god's thigh?"
"It's better to stay away. You young people don't know the importance of living. When people die, everything is gone."
Fatty Wang tilted his head and thought about it. Uncle San was right. If a person died and the money was not spent, isn’t that a great tragedy in the world
He found another reason for his escape.
He rowed the boat hard with both hands, and as he rowed, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, and there was something wrong with the sky.
It was morning when they left, and they calculated that the weather would be sunny and calm, so they chose to escape today.
After rowing for a long time, the sky still didn't get brighter, and a faint cloud rose beside the boat...
fog
Fatty Wang rubbed his eyes and confirmed again and again that the surroundings were white and foggy, and it was indeed foggy, and it was happening very quickly.
He sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly dropped the oars, turned around and snatched his uncle's smoking pipe, instantly freeing his uncle from the smoke.
"Uncle... Uncle... Something is wrong. It's foggy."
"It's foggy, so what's the fuss?"
Uncle San stood up and looked around. The sunny sky that stretched for a hundred miles just now was now covered by white fog.
He suddenly remembered a legend about the Yangtze River, and his heart skipped a beat. No way... it couldn't be such a coincidence.
Uncle San looked straight into the distance, and in the depths of the fog, a small black dot actually appeared faintly.
The small black dot seemed to be moving towards them, getting bigger and bigger, and the outline of a ship was revealed.
Fatty Wang on the side was already trembling, but he was not scared. He did not see the small black dot, nor did he know any strange story about the Yangtze River.
The reason why he was shivering was because he was frozen.
The sudden cold and the strange cold wind made Fatty Wang rub his hands and even stamp his feet. "What a horrible weather!"
"Row quickly and don't look up!"
Uncle San lowered his head and said something, then quickly picked up the oars on the side of the boat and pulled hard. Gusts of cold wind blew past, and sweat actually flowed down his face.
As he continued to exert force, the boat moved. Even if he didn't move, it would follow the flow of the Yangtze River.
But something strange happened. No matter how hard Uncle San tried, the small boat moved, but it did not go down the river. Instead, it strangely went upstream and went straight towards the large ship that suddenly appeared.
Uncle San was a little depressed. He sat down in the boat, muttering with absent-minded eyes, "It's it, it's it..."
At this time, Fatty Wang also realized the seriousness of the situation. The surrounding environment was completely shrouded in fog, and he could not tell east from west, south from north.
But when he looked up, he saw a huge black shadow slowly approaching him, and he could vaguely see two lights.
Fatty Wang's legs began to tremble in the vast white fog, the sudden appearance of the black shadow, and the gusts of cold wind. He asked tremblingly, "Uncle San, what do you say we should do?"
His uncle, who had high hopes for him, smiled bitterly and said in an extremely bitter voice, "It's too late, too late."
"Remember the rumor I told you before? When a person dies in water, they will see a boat leading to the underworld."
"Whenever the ship appeared, there would be a puff of white mist, and there were two lanterns hanging on the bow, white lanterns."
“Wow!”
Uncle San made a strange sound, and his tone was a little cold, "That is not a lamp in the mortal world, but a guiding light to the underworld."
"Rumor has it that no one who saw this ship survived."
His eerie voice and the occasional cold wind scared Fatty Wang so much that he trembled with fear and frantically took out a black token from somewhere.
I vaguely saw a few words: tomb raider.
Uncle San was stunned, and tremblingly took out a black donkey hoof from his arms. Fatty Wang was also stunned.
The two of them raised their middle fingers to each other at the same time.
"Dry!"
It turns out they are all thousand-year-old foxes!