The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 106 The Pony's Story and the Story of Laya and the Sun
In the small gazebo, Laya kept walking in the small circle with her little hands in her hands to relieve her uneasiness and even the coldness of the lake area.

She anxiously looked in the direction of the dilapidated house, praying for the hero's return.

Finally, Laya's eyes shone brightly, and the somewhat familiar silhouette of the armor was reflected in the pupils.

Wuming rushed out of the fog in the lake area and came to Laya.

"Have you got it?" Laya was a little nervous.

Wuming said: "The gangster has already agreed to hand over the necklace."

"Great!" Laya jumped up happily and kept clapping her hands, "Thank you, you are my benefactor!"

Laya calmed down and looked at Wuming's hand.

It was still the combination of sword and shield, with an empty neck and a few bags around his waist.

Laya said, "Uncle Hero, where is the necklace?"

Wuming spread his hands: "He said he wants you to get it yourself."

When she heard that she was going out, Laya panicked a little.The original joy was immediately poured with cold water, like the cold wind in the lake area, which made her skin crawl.

"Do you want to go out?" She confirmed again.

"He said he would hand it over to you personally, and he is going to apologize to you personally." Wuming said with a smile.

Laya was flustered at the thought of going out, and she didn't think why the gangster apologized and didn't come to visit in person, but asked her to go there by herself.

Laya turned around in the protective barrier:
"But my mother doesn't want me to get out of this circle..."

"Your general is away, so the king's fate is not acceptable." Wuming said, "Your mother doesn't know what's going on with you, so her orders are bound to be rigid."

"But..." Laya was still hesitant.

"Why did your mother give you this lap?" Wuming asked.

"To protect me."

"Then why did she send you out?" Wuming said, "To keep you 100% safe, she should let you stay at home."

"This..." Laya was asked by Wuming.

Wuming said: "That must be to train you, right? Parents can't watch their children all their lives, they have to let them go out to grow up, right?"

"That's right." Layamosai suddenly realized.

Wuming continued to follow the temptation:

"Isn't now a good time for you to practice, it's a good time for you to exercise your courage. Look, now that I'm watching you, you won't be in danger, right?"

Wuming began to tell her the story of the pony crossing the river, pointing to the shallow water under the gazebo, encouraging Laya to take the first step.

Laya hesitated, struggled, stepped forward and then retracted.

"Oh, by the way, that gangster wants to treat you to a lobster." Wuming added.

Laya was finally convinced, tiptoed, and took the first step away from the protective barrier.

Laya tensed up, staring at Wuming, as if there was a slight movement, and she was about to flee back to the safe small pavilion.

Wuming laughed, Laya was like a stray dog ​​now, wary of the boy who threw yogurt to him.

Wuming didn't wait for Laya to approach, and turned to leave, leaving Laya hanging far behind.

Laya also gradually became familiar with the outside environment and was no longer nervous.

When they arrived at the broken house, the hooligans had already prepared a large pot of lobster meat.

Next to the iron pot are huge shrimp shells that have been processed.

The hooligan saw Laya and motioned her to sit across from her.

Laya sat down subconsciously, and looked at the hooligan opposite through the steam: "Well, the necklace..."

"Eat the shrimp first." The hooligan said in a serious tone.

"Oh..." Laya was about to scoop up the shrimp in the pot.

"Wait, wait." The hooligan quickly slapped Laya's hand off, "You unlucky boy, is your mind abnormal? Isn't this pot hot?"

"It's okay..." Laya wasn't sure, "I don't feel hot."

"Coincidentally, shrimp, I think so too." The hooligan said angrily, "It's not cooked yet."

The hooligan was decisive, and his awe-inspiring tone cut off all the doubts that Laya wanted to blurt out.In that tone, Laya actually felt a bit of mother's majesty.

Laya always felt that after such a short period of time, this rascal seemed to have been completely reborn.

Just like her mother, she is struggling with all her strength for a certain goal.

Laya didn't say anything more, and waited for the pot to boil.

Hooligan, Wuming, and Laya were sitting around the iron pot with nervous expressions.

The gangster raised one hand high, trembling slightly, observing the color of the shrimp meat in the iron pan intently.

"Okay!" The hooligan shouted violently.

Laya immediately pounced on the hungry tiger, stretched her hand directly into the iron pot, grabbed the boiling shrimp meat and stuffed it into her mouth.

Laya licked the scorching hot soup into her mouth as if it didn't exist.

Finding that Laya is really not afraid of being hot, the hooligan stopped trying to stop her and asked Laya nervously:

"what about the taste?"

Laya ignored him, still stuffing it into her mouth.

"Ci'er, talk about Ci'er!" The hooligan put out his hand to cover Laya's mouth, preventing her from eating more violently.

Laya reacted immediately, blushing:

"Sorry, I'm being rude again."

She took out a pair of knives and forks from the small pocket of her clothes, ready to eat gracefully.

"No, who cares about your appearance and taste?" The hooligan went crazy.

"Smell..." Laya was stunned, recalled for a moment, and blurted out a word, "Smelly!"

"Huh?" The gangster was shocked, he looked at Laya in surprise, "How is it possible, do you have no sense of taste?"

Wuming looked at the hooligan with unfriendly eyes: "Smelly?"

Hearing Wuming's questioning voice, the rogue hurriedly said to Laya:
"Little girl, you can eat food indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. What do you think is stinky? Is the shrimp meat spoiled? If the shrimp meat is spoiled, don't blame me. This is not the ingredient I picked..."

The hooligan defended incoherently, not knowing who to listen to.

Laya sniffled again, sniffed carefully, and pointed her fat finger at the hooligan:

"It stinks on you."

Hearing that it was his body that stinks, the hooligan was relieved first, then blushed and stared at Laya:

"I asked you shrimp, you said me?"

Laya shrinks her head: "But you smell really strong, you are very close to me, I can't ignore it..."

Nameless smiled: "You are quite dirty, I just have new clothes, I will change them for you later. Now you stay away and let Miss Laya evaluate the dishes."

"How can I leave with peace of mind..." the hooligan muttered, standing a little further away in desperation.

Laya ate some more and said to Wuming:

"It's delicious! It feels warm in my stomach."

She picks up a piece of shrimp with a knife and fork:
"Uncle, don't you want to eat?"

"I don't need it." Wuming said, "If I can eat it, I don't need to find you."

Wuming called the rogue back and told him Laya's evaluation.

"Great!" The hooligan waved his fist excitedly, blowing away the mist floating on the iron pan, "You can get the highest salary!"

Laya looked at the hooligan's excited reaction, although she didn't quite understand it, it seemed that the hooligan's awe-inspiring attitude had finally dissipated, as if a major event had been accomplished.

Laya looked at the hooligan ignorantly:

"That...can you give me the necklace?"

Laya still couldn't forget her necklace.

"Didn't you come to taste it?" The hooligan was surprised, he looked at Wuming, "Did you give her the necklace?"

"What's the rush?" Wuming said lazily, taking out the necklace from his bosom.

The pendant of the necklace is an oval-shaped relief, engraving the image of a woman with delicate brushstrokes.

The woman's hairstyle and dress are similar to Laya's, but her face is more angular, full of heroic spirit, and awe-inspiring.

It's like Laya's body has grown, and she has grown into a beautiful woman from a foreign land.

Wuming guessed that this was Laya's mother.

But he doubted his guess a little bit.

If Laya's body is a snake-man, why did she engrave her mother's figure on the pendant in the form of a human?
"Could it be..." Wuming muttered.

He placed the pendant at the same height as Laya, looked at the relief portrait on the pendant for a while, and then looked at Laya in contrast.

When the eyes focused on Laya's face, Wuming found that Laya was teary.

"Uncle, did you lie to me?" Laya trembled, "The necklace is clearly in your hand, why do you still say that you want to let the gangster give it to me in person? Are you trying to trick me out? Mom said that people in the border can eat people, Uncle, do you eat me too?"

Wuming was surprised: "Oh, you are very clever. I immediately thought that my lie was to trick you out, not bad."

He handed the necklace to Laya:

"Forgive me, I'm mainly here to ensure that you can come out, not to harm you."

Laya took the necklace, doubtful:
"Really? Then uncle, why did you trick me out?"

Wu Ming pointed to the pot of delicious broth.

"Do you really want to eat me?" Laya's tears were almost unstoppable.

"To let you try it." Wuming said, "Your mission has been completed."

"I don't understand." Laya put on the necklace, "Uncle, are you a bad person?"

"How can I be a bad person? I'm a good person, a real good person." Wuming said, "Look at my sincere eyes."

Wuming observed Laya's body by the way. The snake man really had no neck, and the necklace slid down along the head until it was caught by two small arms.

"Then why did uncle lie to me?" Laya asked.

"Well, there is something called a white lie." Wuming smiled, "Even if you live in a lie, the lie is warm and sweet, isn't it? Everyone lives in a life of hypocrisy, but is that evil?"

Laya blinked her big eyes:
"I did not understand."

"To put it simply—it's just a lie." Wuming said, "Don't worry about it, it's not a big deal. Words are just appearances. You have to learn to distinguish the sincerity behind the words. Lying is not necessarily a bad person."

"Uncle, are you saying that lies are also necessary?" Laya asked.

"If you ask me, I will definitely not agree to lies. The truth is more important to me." Wuming said.

Laya was even more confused: "But you didn't say it just now..."

"That word is used to justify the lies of good people." Wuming said proudly, "I don't need it, I'm not a good person."

"But didn't you just say that you are a good person?"

"Miss Laya." Wu Mingyu instructed her earnestly, "People who say that generally are not good people."

Laya's voice trembled a little:

"Then uncle, you want to..."

Wuming smiled at her, turned around and shouted to the hooligan: "Light the fire and boil the water, get ready to boil!"

Laya gasped, ran away screaming, rushed into the fog in an instant, and disappeared without a trace.

Wuming looked in that direction, determined that Laya was leaving in the direction of the protective barrier, and ignored it.

No name Laya came here to try the food. He recruited a gangster, but he wanted to test the quality of the new cook, and he had no sense of taste, so he tricked Laya over and acted as a taster.

For his own purpose, he did not hesitate to deceive the children. Wuming's perception of himself was very accurate, and he was indeed not a good person in the strict sense of the standard.

"Boss, how is my level?" The hooligan asked for credit while boiling water and continuing to prepare meals.

"That's right." Wuming threw a money bag to the hooligan, "This is an advance salary, and I will trouble you for the caravan food in the future."

"Thank you boss." The hooligan nodded and bowed, thanking Wuming for giving him this opportunity to walk on the right path.

Nameless said: "There is another question, have you seen the sun emblem before?"

The hooligan trembled, fell silent for a moment, and nodded.

"As expected." Wuming flashed to the rogue, "Tell me quickly, where did you see it?"

Wuming, who is so good at observing words and expressions, naturally noticed the abnormal reaction of the hooligan.

He noticed the hooligan's abnormal reaction to his sun badge, and he didn't say anything. He agreed to his request through the hooligan's strange emotion, and then he was ready to find out.

Facing the unknown question, the rogue struggled a lot and was unwilling to talk about this topic.

But Wuming's eyes were too bright and oppressive, so the hooligan still confessed honestly:

"Saw it on a man's chest."

"What!" Wuming exclaimed, "Chest?!"

It was the first time Rogue saw Wuming so excited.

The boss was trembling all over, and the iron armor on his body was shaking, making strange noises.

Wuming grabbed the gangster's shoulders, locked the gangster with both hands like a steel bar, and flames were about to burst out of his eyes:

"Where did you meet that man? What does he look like?"

The hooligan said: "I told you, I am a criminal and have committed felonies, so when I go to prison, I stay with those who also committed felonies."

The hooligan gritted his teeth, suppressed the fear in his heart, and recalled that figure:
"The man I saw in the prison, the terrifyingly powerful man in the strange armor."

"Man, a powerful man wearing a strange armor!" Wuming became more and more excited, "You said he is in a prison, which prison is he in? Take me there now."

"I saw it when I was imprisoned in Wangcheng Prison." The gangster said, "Why do you want to see him? Do you know him? I saw him with my own eyes, he—"

"That's great, I also want to see him with my own eyes." Wuming sighed sadly, interrupting the rascal's trembling words.

The excitement in Wuming's heart cannot be increased.

The rogue's description reminded him of an old man, his lost idol.

But he himself has already passed away, but he was reborn in this junction.

The junction, this meeting place, can people meet again after death...

Thinking of this, Wuming became more and more excited.

He didn't want to wait anymore, he wanted to see the person the rogue saw immediately.

Wuming radiated pink light with one hand, covering the gangster's head, and the other hand radiated golden light, throwing a ball of light in the air.

"Recreate your memory and think about that person." Wuming said, "If that person impresses you so deeply, it must be easy to show it."

Sure enough, as Wuming said, the light was taking shape rapidly, quickly forming a burly and muscular blurred figure.

Although the limbs are still blurred, the sun emblem on the chest is already faintly visible.

Unknowingly, the sword and shield in Wuming's hand had fallen into the lake water. He was trembling with excitement, and he couldn't help clenching his fists, looking up at his head expectantly, witnessing the appearance of that figure.

Soon, a clear and complete image appeared in midair, showing the complete appearance of that person.

The man was wearing heavy rusted iron plate armor, and the convex arc-shaped armor was densely covered with substances like broken gums, which was hideous and terrifying.

The man was wearing this taboo armor, and he repeatedly hit the wall with his head in a strange manner, causing the wall to be covered in blood.

The collar of the man's armor had a hoop, and hung a crude iron sun emblem, clanging on his chest.

"Who is this?" The nameless voice was unusually calm.

It was as cold as if his blood had been splashed with the breath of an ice dragon.

"It's just... the person I told you about." The hooligan looked at the figure, even though he knew it was a phantom, he couldn't help taking two steps back, "This person is scary, let me tell you, he—"

"Not interested." Wuming interrupted the hooligan, with a cold expression and lowered his clenched fists.

He waved his hand casually, the light and the pink air mass dispersed together, scattered the image, picked up the sword and shield on the ground, packed up his things and walked back:

"Hurry up and cook, our caravan has to hurry. We are busy, how can we have time to listen to those chattering nonsense?"

(End of this chapter)