Four and a Half Years Old Prophet is Pampered by Ten Brothers

Following the dark river out of the mountain, Shanli immediately climbed out of the river.

Unlike Zhuang Wen, who never leaves the mountain, he is still very familiar with the nearby geographical location.

At this time, if he floated along the river to the front of Qian Li Village, he would have delivered it to the door himself.

"Cough cough!"

He clutched his chest and coughed a few times, realizing that his strength was fading, and his face was terrified.

"It must be what Zhuang Wen did! It's so despicable and shameless!"

Shameless people call partners mean and shameless.

But he was a pragmatic man and calmed down quickly.

"If your strength is gone, you can practice again. Shimaguan has no good Taoist scriptures, but Qingshuiguan has it. That person has learned a lot, as long as he is willing to teach."

Thinking that the five years of torture could not make the man utter a word, his eyes flashed fiercely again.

Not long ago, in order to survive, he said that Wu Zhuming was still alive.

That person is still alive, but he has become a waste person, and the Taoism in his mind is useful.

Even so, the other party refused to speak.

"I can't let them know where Wu Zhuming is, I have to transfer him immediately. Also, I have to pry his mouth open!"

He coughed up blood and staggered forward.

This is the back of the mountain, and there is also a village called Houli Village.

Houli Village is a certain distance away from the mountain, and it is not regarded as a possession by Zhuang Wen. In addition, most of the villagers have moved to and built houses to live in. This village is, in a sense, an empty village.

At the end of the village, there is a small farmyard.

The thatched hut, the front yard, and the back yard are exactly the shape of a gossip.

A very perfect and extremely ancient array, which does not let the breath of the people in the room leak halfway.

There lived a man in the yard. He sat on a wooden wheelchair and came out of the house. First, he grabbed some rice and sprinkled it to the chickens and ducks in the front yard to eat. Then he went to the back yard and used homemade farm tools to separate the rice. From a distance, he began to rummage the vegetable field.

There is also an orange tree near the thatched hut, full of winter oranges, like golden lanterns adorning its branches.

A few birds perched on the branches, pecking at oranges from time to time.

This is a family of birds. One male and one female were accidentally locked in at the beginning, and they will never be able to get out again. Later, birds were born one after another.

If you are hungry, you will have rice and worms, if you are thirsty, you will have oranges, and you can drink water from the small pool in the front yard.

Birds also settle here, chirping every day, so that it will not be so deserted here.

After turning over the vegetable field, the man turned pale, slid his wheelchair, and headed towards the thatched hut.

His skeleton is actually very large, and his bones are also very good. It can be seen that he used to be a handsome and very tall man.

But now, he has no flesh on his body, and his skeleton is large, looking a little bony, and his face has begun to lose his face. The torture of poison has made his face blue and white all the year round, and his lips are always dark purple.

As for those legs, they have already started to shrink.

He has a pair of very good-looking eyes, which can be called star eyes. They are very large and should be bright, but now, the look in those star eyes is very dim.

"boom!"

There was a sound from the door.

Wu Zhuming narrowed his eyes slightly, but the movement of sliding the wheelchair did not stop.

He knew that it was Shanli, whom he had once regarded as a friend, who had come.

This happened frequently over the past five years.

When he can't use those skills freely, when Shimaguan is forced to repair by Qingshuiguan, or when he finds someone outside, and he finds that he is not as good as some people, Shanli will be so aggressive.

He came aggressively, scolded vulgarly, and acted both hard and soft. He wanted to get the Taoist canon of Qingshuiguan from him, saying that he would definitely let him out.

And he knew very well that from the day he calculated him, Shan Li would never let him leave, not even a corpse.

The once high-spirited pride can only die in this small yard.

The flesh and blood disappeared, the bones were buried in the soil, and gradually and completely integrated with the land.

With this thought in mind, Wu Zhuming went to the front yard without any disturbance, and saw Shanli who was seriously injured.

His pupils trembled.

Those vicious eyes came out of the gap in the bangs, staring at Wu Zhuming.

"Are you happy now?"

Wu Zhuming said nothing.

"The people at Qingshuiguan have not forgotten you, and have always wanted to find out what happened back then through me. Are you very happy?"

Wu Zhuming remained silent.

His eyes wandered on Shanli's body. Every time he saw a wound, he would judge when and why the wound was formed.

And through Shanli's injury to judge the relationship between the opponent's strength and Shanli.

A close person who makes Shanli unprepared will be hit with a single blow, causing Shanli to be seriously injured. After that, the two sides were entangled, and the pipa bones and abdomen were injured.

After that, Shanli soaked in the water for a long time, the wound started to become inflamed, and he dragged his body all the way over.

Wu Zhuming smiled slightly with a face off, "You should have expected this day when you were looking for skin with a tiger."

Shanli stared at him.

"I hate your eyes the most."

So bright, so clear, so open-minded, these are qualities he never had!

Shanli took a knife and strode closer.

"I'm going to take you away, but before I go, I must gouge out your eyes."

Wu Zhuming rolled his eyes, "Then I have to remind you that blood is a very important clue."

Shanli's hand paused.

Wu Zhuming: "If you want to transfer me with you, and you don't want to be discovered, then from now on, I can't get hurt a little bit, any breath or drop of blood will become your reminder."

Shan Li glared at him fiercely, and pulled the wheelchair directly, ignoring the creatures in the yard, and strode out.

When he was about to go out, after thinking about it, he put a few more Taoist weapons on Wu Zhuming.

"Don't think I don't have a brain, these can take away your breath, I have enough ability to transfer you in a short time."

Wu Zhuming smiled and said nothing.

He also didn't expect himself to be able to escape successfully.

What's more, he has become a crippled person, not good at doing things, and his skills have been transferred, leaving only the Taoist scriptures in his mind.

He was so down and out, and he didn't want to go back to the teacher's door.

However, it is also a blessing to smell the fresh air before dying.

Almost at the moment when Wu Zhuming was pushed away from the yard, several darts flew over.

Shanli didn't dodge in time, and one arm was stabbed.

The toxin spreads instantly.

"Who is so vicious to poison a dart?"

A beautiful photoprint came into view.

Wen Xianli didn't look at the man, and smiled innocently at Shanli.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know the dart was poisonous. I stole this dart from Hua Yunqing of Yugui Palace. If you want to blame it, you can blame her—she!"

The moment the words fell, Wen Xianlei arrived in front of Shan Li and slammed it vigorously.

"I won't kill you with a hammer!"

"I hurt Lao Tzu's man like this and hide it here!"

The strength that Wen Xianlei has shown now is her true level, which directly caught Shanli by surprise.

She uses both housekeeping skills and simple boxing skills.

If you beat him, you have to scold him, his face is sweet and cute, but his words are ugly, and his attack is very cruel, so he went directly to Shanli's Half-Life.

"A tear."

A hoarse, familiar voice came, and Wen held tears for a while before letting go. Looking at Shanli lying on the ground, he was no longer in human form.

She kicked in disgust, and when she turned around, she restrained all her irritability and ferocity, and squeezed out an aggrieved expression.

The aggrieved girl knelt down on one knee and threw herself into the man's arms, tenderly and weakly, and showed a hand pitifully.

"Look, he hurt my hand, it hurts so much, I want you to blow it."

"It's not enough to blow, you still need a hug. How many years do you owe me a hug?"