Shan He Biao Li Chapter 35

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Chapter 35 The s.l.u.t/b.i.t.c.h King

Nanshan wasn't intentional–he came out of the Holy Spring Cave with all his heart, and then he was awake outside for a while. Before he could wait for the suffocation on his chest to clear up, he began to search Chu with his eyes.

As a result, Nanshan saw him and the gatekeeper named Yuan Ping,he was twitching.

Nanshan couldn't hear what the two men were talking about, but it seemed as if they almost started to move again. He just had to pull over, but found that their whole martial arts didn't move. After a while, they stood side by side again, like a calm heart. What a conversation.

Nanshan stood in place and suddenly felt that he was nosy.

He was burning with jealousy in his chest, but he thought he was burning for no reason. As soon as people lost it, he would look very ugly. Nanshan knows this very reason-right now his jealousy comes without reason, so he is burning , Ashamed on one side.

Heart split in half, he was trapped in the two layers of ice and fire.

The new gatekeeper buried the scaly snake that was adopted by the former leader, and strengthened the mountain gate defense again. There was a great battle here. It was the fierce breath of the mountains and the sky, which could temporarily scare away enemies with short eyes in a short time.

The babies who were circled on the mountain for a whole day were finally let down by the wind. They glued the flat people's heads and feet together into a circle, filled with large stones in the middle, and made a simple earth. At your feet, the hot wheels alternately stepped down and rolled down.

If the flat man didn't die thoroughly and had a little choice, he would rather be twisted by the neck directly at the time, rather than play alive as a child's toy.

When Nanshan walked into the mountain gate in despair, he just came across the little bald head and ran up crying. The little bald head just sullen and cried, and didn't look at the road. He hit his head on Nanshan's leg, and he sat on a fart with a cry.

Nanshan lifted him up and sighed helplessly: “Why are you always crying?”

Xiao bald had a headache holding on to his trouser legs, touched tears on his trousers, stretched out his fingers, and said, “She hit me …”

Hua Guduo stared at the accusation with blazes, but in front of the patriarch, he did not dare to make a fuss, and lowered his head angrily at Nanshan.

However, Nanshan was a little depressed at the moment, and he was not in the mood to act as a child contradiction adjuster. He just wiped away the tears of the little bald head and said to Hua Guduo, “Don't bully the children.”

So perfunctoryly ended this lawsuit.

Hua Guduo said unhappy , “Who bullied him, it was he who grabbed me first!”

Then you blamed each other for the two little things, and they turned upside down. There was nothing more than two small things, “chicken feathers” and “garlic skin”.

Nanshan listened to his ears one by one, and listened, and he suddenly appeared like a demon.

He stood there for a long time, and stretched out a palm, covering his little bald head.

“You can't touch other people's things.” Nanshan said, although he was facing a small bald head, he didn't know who to tell the words in his mouth, “Do you know?”

Both the little bald head and Hua Guduo were shocked by the solemn att.i.tude of the patriarch, and nodded without knowing each.

Nanshan gave a small push behind the little bald head, waved at them both, motioned them to play by themselves, and then he left his heart seriously.

Those who can be the patriarch are always not clean, and stopped by Xiaofang halfway.

Xiaofang wiped her sweat, and reported to Nanshan about the progress of their corpse collection. Nanshan listened meticulously, her face was grim, and she did not speak for a long time.

Xiaofang stared at his beautiful big eyes and looked at the silent patriarch in confusion, nervously involuntarily, thinking he was thinking about something profound.

As a result, after a while, Nanshan turned his head, but it was as if he found that there was such a living creature around him. After a moment of embarra.s.sment, an awkward look finally appeared on his face, and he coughed: “What did you just say ? “

Xiaofang: “…”

It's over, the patriarch's soul seems to be hooked away by something, and the elder must be told later.

After finally sending out a lot of idle people and so on, Nanshan was able to catch his breath. He avoided the crowd and climbed to a large stone on the mountain gate alone, looking at the glittering river in the distance.

During this period, he couldn't help but recall all the causes and consequences after he knew Chu Huan.

With regard to every detail of Chu Huan, Nanshan has repeatedly pondered the source.

Thinking of Chu Yi's goodness to him, he couldn't help but smile at himself, thinking that Chu Yi did not hesitate to refuse to accept the ceremony and refuse to stay in the clan, and his mood was very complicated-such a person, on the one hand It made him feel sincere and handy, he didn't look away, and at the same time he lost his soul for the other party's justified rejection.

When Nanshan fell into the memory, he suddenly felt a strong unwillingness.

Nanshan involuntarily released the harmonica that Chu Kun gave him, but instead of blowing it by his mouth, he kept playing in the palm of his hand.

When his fingers touched the smooth and icy surface of the harmonica, Nanshan found that there was no way for a person to control his own mind.

For a few minutes, Nanshan remembered his mother for no apparent reason.

He spent most of his childhood with the elders, who brought him up and watched him become patriarch.

However, there is probably a very special connection between the child and the mother. Although Nanshan has no impression of his shameful father, he can occasionally recall something about his mother.

He remembered that the woman was strong and warm, not very good-tempered, and never whispered softly, but she occasionally put her palm on his head, and gently put him into a beautiful dream.

Nanshan always wondered why she liked such a person. However, until now, he suddenly found out that he really liked a person, but he was obsessed and hard to control.

In this way, thinking before and after is not without gain, Nanshan suddenly found something out of it-he seems to have been trying to catch the wind and catching a shadow. Many things about Chu Huan are just guessing, and there is no reliable basis at all.

Although he taught little bald “the things of others can't be disturbed”, is it possible … that he is not of others at all?

The thought flashed through his mind, and Nanshan, like a corpse, leaped open from a large rock.

He decided to ask for it himself.

But the decision is one thing, and how to ask it is another.

Nanshan was thinking while walking. He remembered that he once asked Chu Xunxi whether he liked him or not. Although Nanshan clearly knew that he didn't mean that at the time, he also remembered that Chu Xun avoided the problem at that time.

What can't be answered directly, but must be avoided? Nanshan used his own people to reach the conclusion that “Chu Yi is so euphemistic and should not like it very much.”

In his life, Nanshan has never planned such a circuitous strategy in terms of interpersonal communication, and it is so fresh that his palms are sweating.

He thinks that he should ask a bit of euphemism, it is better to knock side by side, not to let people realize his true intentions. In this way, if he knows that there is already someone on the Chu side, he can step back silently. In one step, neither do things that undermine the “contracts” of others, nor do they appear too embarra.s.sing or ugly.

And if it's long enough, his trivial thoughts will always be smoothed out.

So what if …

Nanshan stepped into a footstep, and stopped standing like a fire.

At this moment, the sound of a snake came from the gra.s.s, and the little viper crawled up along Nanshan's trouser legs, wrapped around his wrist half-deadly. Nanshan glanced at it absently and asked casually, “You are not going to the holy spring Are you drinking water here? How come back so fast? “

Speaking of this, the little viper was so angry that he spit out the snake letter with a hissing noise, his tail slamming Nanshan's arm, and he shook his head like a complaint.

But Nanshan didn't understand the snake language and didn't have the mood to watch it play a one-man show. The man just asked it casually, giving alms to the little snake, and then quickly immersed himself in the endless plan for the future. The mountain road walked like a dead body—stiff, soul flying.

At this point, the gatekeeper of the cave, Lu Ge went to Chu Yi.

The gatekeeper's patriarch didn't have the serpent's follower, so he seemed to be a little bit alone. He was still born with a shadowy eyebrow like a ghost, and his eyes were full of scrutiny and distrust.

Yuan Ping was forced to act as a translator in the middle.

“The elder said that you are the one in the holy book?” Lu Ge said stiffly and indifferently. In fact, he also knew that he was asking knowingly. Yuan Ping, the new goalkeeper, was the most direct evidence. Since the beginning of the inheritance, the birth of new life in the holy spring is still the first of its kind.

Chu Zheng hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to answer-he himself did not know what was going on.

Ruger closed his eyebrows and spit out: “I still don't like you very much.”

Yuan Ping quickly translated this sentence and immediately intervened to add his opinion: “He is right, I don't like it either.”

Chu Yan smirked diplomatically, put on his gla.s.ses again, and took a decent frame of good manners: “I heard the mountain guards say you don't like me, there is nothing to explain, no matter where I am, I have a clear conscience. “

Yuan Ping said angrily: “You have a clear conscience? How dare you say! How many consciences have you done in your life?”

This translator was very unreliable and left the post, leaving the two sides of the communication aside, and the speed of light was switched to the language of the Yi people. He said to Ruger, “The patriarch, don't believe him. I tell you, he is this person. The sc.u.mbag that would report to the teacher other cla.s.smates smoking in the toilet, two sides and three knives, a stomach thief! “

Ruger: “…”

Chu Huan: “…”

Although Chu may not be able to fully understand the Liyi dialect with Chinese nouns, but with his understanding of Yuan Ping, as long as it is spoken from that mouth, he can guess even cat words and dog words. Give a rough idea.

Chu Huan could not understand that he was okay and remembered what this grandson was doing. Originally, his relationship with the gatekeeper was very tense. Now he is fine, and there is such a p.o.o.p in the middle that he is not afraid of the world.

What makes Chu Huan more heart-broken is that Lu Ge's att.i.tude towards Yuan Ping, who was born out of the blue, is actually very good.

From birth to death, the gatekeepers are all old and young. Their generation has experienced a death, and then pa.s.sed down through the blood and thoughts of the mountain guardians. The mountain guardians are changing, and the gatekeepers use it as a medium, of course. It will change, and over time, it will be completely different.

However, even though they are completely different, they still cannot escape the shadow of the past. Only this new goalkeeper looks so clean and pure. In Luge's eyes, Yuan Ping is like a new child. Although he has always been very powerful in his tribe, But still could not help but take a softer att.i.tude towards this person.

Lu Ge glanced at Yuan Ping and lowered his voice and said, “You have just come to us. Many things are unfamiliar. You can talk to him for a while. When the sun sets on the top of the mountain over there, we will be in the mountain Have dinner at the door, remember to come over. “

Yuan Ping froze, hearing the extra care in his words, seemed a little embarra.s.sed, and revealed a very bright smile: “OK, definitely.”

He now has a sense of belonging to the patriarch, because the patriarch hates the surname Chu as much as he does.

Ru Ge's ever-changing face showed a rare smile like Jiguang's feathers, and turned away.

The surrogate Chu had suffered, and was very helpless. He was about to say something, but Huaguduo and the little bald came hurriedly at this moment, seeing him forever, and greeted him cheerfully: “King of the b.i.t.c.h!”

Only then did Chu Huan find out that he had forgotten the stubble, and he did not let the saliva suffocate on the spot.

When Yuan Ping heard the mandarin that was in the right tone, he turned back in confusion, and found that it was the child of two mountain guards. He was very surprised. He said, who is this wild child? How do you say that?

Yuan Pinggang was about to speak and scold, Chu Yan had quickly covered his mouth with his eyes and dragged to the side.

Yuan Ping finally managed to escape from Chu Yan's hand: “Did you forget to take the medicine? Which rabies did you commit!”

Chu Xuan was full of worry, doubting that he would not be able to lift his head in front of this person for a lifetime, but there was a group of enthusiastic brothers who kept the mountain, how could this be concealed? The paper cannot catch fire.

With this hesitation, Yuan Ping immediately shook his cleverness, and his eyes turned and responded: “Wait, wouldn't you teach it?”

Seeing that Chu Huan was silent, Yuan Ping revived: “This is fresh, come on, you tell me, what do you want?”

Although Chu Zheng tried his best to beautify himself and tried to package the event into a natural disaster that no one could stop, Yuan Ping could always guess him with the greatest malicious intent and perfectly filtered out the truth of the matter.

Then Yuan Ping hit him with a terrible mockery.

“I … I … oh!”

Chu Zheng kicked him on the stomach, Yuan Ping rolled on the ground and said, “I know, you must be secretly in love with me, knowing that I have always wanted to straighten you, and gave me such a big handle in person … … Oh! You f.u.c.king … you still have a handle! “

Some people really miss each other rather than let him die.

Chu Huan said coldly, “Your cat is with me.”

Yuan Pingmeng was so excited that he could no longer afford silly music. One turned over from the ground and his voice changed: “I … my little Joe?”

There are always some shoehorn faces with scars on the forehead, and I don't know what's going on in this world.

Chu Huan inserted his hands into the city and said inscrutablely: “After he followed me, he changed his name to Dami.”

“Dummy?” Yuan Ping was on fire at the time, so angry that he couldn't speak coherently. “You … you dare … you dare to insult our beauty like this, you are nothing!”

The two men just fought again because of the name of a cat.

Until the arrival of Nanshan pulled them both.

In front of Nanshan, Chu Huan has always been warm and stable, but due to the existence of Yuan Ping, he has ruined his image. When he looks at Nanshan's eyes, he is embarra.s.sed and doesn't know what to do.

Chu Huan face was rather unbearable. He lowered his head and pinched the place where the corner of his mouth was broken, and narrowly squeezed a smile at Nanshan: “It's all right.”

Nanshan moved him behind him, intentionally or unintentionally, and turned over to block him. He had a conscious glance at Yuan Ping, and had a moment of thought. He just wanted to ask himself a question that he had prepared all the way. Yuan Ping stubbornly said, “My beauty is so clean and clean, what has happened with you? Big Mum … Big Mim!”

Nanshan: “…”

He managed to crawl to his mouth, and then “cooed”, and his feet fell back into the stomach.

Chu Huan: “Just a f.u.c.king cat, as for you? You haven't finished the death gun!”

Oh, a cat …

Nanshan breathed a sigh of relief, he coughed a little, brewed his emotions a little, raised his breath, and prepared the words again.

Yuan Ping: “Just because of your aesthetic taste, you dare to remember Lulu. I think you are a toad who wants to eat swan meat!”

Nanshan was so ecstatic that he almost died, and he almost didn't come up. He slanged and said, “Lulu?”

The G.o.ddess of adolescence has become the wife of other people's mother.

But because of his bad att.i.tude towards Nanshan, he still did not want others to raise her in front of Nanshan inexplicably, and immediately waved his hands like a fly, clarifying the relationship: “How many years of old Huang have fallen out, you are sick-she This is my nephew's mother. “

Nanshan's lifted heart was put back again. He felt as if he had a string in his chest, tightened again and again, relaxed again and again, and tossed back and forth quickly.

But when Nanshan's hands and feet were cold enough to resolve the dispute between the old rivals, the mallet ran out of nowhere, and waved at them from a distance: “Patriarch! Good b.i.t.c.h! Gatekeeper brothers, the fire of Shanmen was on fire , Ready to eat! “

It's a good time, brother.

Nanshan had just forgotten most of the words he had prepared. He fumbled for a long time without finding any clue, and finally swallowed the words helplessly.