Bestial Blade

At first Changan thought he hadn't seen anything, and was fussed.

After the two of them carried the dying man back to the cave, the entire tribe, regardless of age, gender, or age, gathered everything together, and no one even cooked the food. They all gave pointers and fuss around the unconscious person.

Shanxi: "What is he inhaling in the water?"

Kazuo: "Are they usually not wearing clothes? Soaking in water all day isn't it cold?"

Lu Quan: "Hey? Why doesn't he have scales?"

This boy, Luda, was even more ignorant. He even forgot to practice the knife. He came over and looked around for a long time, and tore up Changan's clothes secretly, and asked, "Do you say he is a man or a woman? Are they divided into men and women?" "

This question is so stupid that Chang'an doesn't want to answer, so he thinks that he is actually quite knowledgeable, at least he can distinguish between men and big girls.

Solaim still looks like a world-renowned man, and does not go to the bustling, picking out the goods brought back by Huayi and Changan outside the crowd.

Before he got started, he inserted a wooden bar, worshipped his newly-acquainted sea god, and then said, "It is said that the Donghai Tatars are extremely beautiful one by one. When they cry, tears fall from their eyes. Become a treasure on the bottom of the sea. When they start to sing, even the most fierce fish will stop preying, and all living creatures will be attracted by their singing and can't linger. "

Chang'an asked, "Really?"

In his busy schedule, Solemy raised his head and gave him a white look: "Of course it is fake-the beads are spit out from the grin mussel. Try opening your mouth to sing a song and see if the wolf listens and bites you-I He said that Huayi quickly managed your stupid son, and he believed whatever others said, and what would he do if he could abduct a piece of sugar in the future? "

Huayi asked slowly: "God stick, are you tight again?"

Solemu snorted. Then his eyes flickered, and he saw a small pile of weird-looking shellfish, the size of a child's palm, a fan shape, and the shell was very colorful and beautiful. He held it in his hands, and there was a circle of halo of different colors.

If it is in the dense forest, usually the more colorful things are, the more poisonous it is. Huayi sees Sollywood looking at the shell over and over, and asks uneasily: "Why? Can't eat?"

The expression on Solaim's face was a little weird, he seemed to want to laugh, and tried to bear it, so it was a bit insignificant-of course, his expression was always insignificant, so everyone else was surprised.

Solimu threw the shell back into the shell pile, shook his head, and said, "It's not good, it's a good thing ... You've seen it before, Wushesan is ground with the shell of this thing, but the meat is It ’s okay. There is no problem in cooking soup, but young people with good temperament can eat a few bites less. "

Huayi: "..."

Chang'an asked, "What is five dispersion?"

Solimu looked at him kindly and said, "That's a wonderful thing, and eating it makes people flutter."

Chang'an didn't know what it meant by "eating the fluttering fairy", but he still had to solve the root problem, but Huayi suddenly patted his shoulder and pointed behind him: "Oh, Luo Tong's tear-wrapped cub is full of eyes. I have seen you for a long time. When I saw him, he was two big laps. You have to hurry to see if he wants to feed or cry. "

Chang'an had to stand up and walk towards Qingliang, but Qingliang saw him as if the mouse had seen the cat, and when he saw him, he ran away indifferently.

When Changan turned back, he had forgotten it.

It was snowing again in the evening, and people sealed the hole with leather. Although the cave was still cold, for people who ran out of the volcano and the earthquake, they sat here securely and had a large pot of hot fish soup. Drinking is already a god-like day.

Chang'an is holding a fake knife made of wood to practice with Luda-basically he sits there and trims Ruda with a fake knife.

Huayi filled a large bowl of fish soup, deliberately fished it for a long time, and fully fished out a half-bowl of that "special" shellfish, which was brought to Chang'an badly and authentically: "Chang'an, don't fight, take a break Come over and eat. "

Solemy whispered indifferently: "You are so shameless."

Huayi grinned and said, "It's okay, barely, let it go."

Solemy lowered his voice even lower: "What are you doing? Aren't you your brother, you want to change again?"

Huayi lowered his eyes: "Anyone has to be mine, what is the other love?"

Solimou was used to him, and was very disappointed with his pride, so he chuckled: "It is beautiful to think. Although people are a sub-beast, they must be able and able to look and look. Naturally, people like it. You have to be cheap ... "

He couldn't finish this conversation because Huayi glanced at him.

Huayi still had a smile on his face, but his eyes looked like cold iron scraping on the snow. Suleimu suddenly had the illusion that he had accidentally invaded the territory of a big beast.

...... Just a joke, just anxious.

Chang'an dropped the wooden sword, and pointed out Ruda a few words, then came over to take the bowl of soup unconsciously.

When Huayi saw Solemy open his mouth, he immediately blocked his mouth with his eyes, and easily dragged away the Asian beast without two or two flesh: "You have n’t worshipped God yet. God's messenger, so disrespectful, beware that his old man strangles you with anger. "

Solaim struggled unsuccessfully, and could not do anything, so he thought arrogantly that he would meet the "low god" in person for a while and begged him to take away the disciples who had run out.

Huayi cleaned up Soleil, who was going to do bad things for him, and came back to see that Chang'an had drank a bowl of soup. He was unknowingly picking the fishbone and sturgeon meat, and immediately smiled as if he had opened his face. Like a flower. Seeing Aye, he quickly ran away with his rice bowl. She had seen with her own eyes that the same strange leader had a smile on her face while Solimu fell asleep and stuffed a little crab into her hat.

At night this day, Chang'an always felt that something was wrong, but what was wrong, he couldn't say clearly, just as if there was something itchy on his body, but he scratched his back, but he still had no idea. His knife fell asleep uncomfortably.

But this night, he didn't get to the end of his sleep, and was awakened by a dream in the middle of the night. When he was shocked, he found that his lower body / body seemed to be wet and cold.

Chang'an sat in the dark for a while and couldn't tell what was going on, but seemed to know something vaguely.

He was a little confused at first, and then seemed to be embarrassed. However, after a while, the expression on his face had subsided again, and the corners of his eyes and lips appeared redder than usual for some reason, but he was a little bit confused. Sadness.

Chang'an rose lightly, cleaned himself in a nobody's place, and walked alone outside the snow and ice.

It's really cold, you can't see the stars or the moon. Only when you listen carefully, you can hear the movement of the sea on the side of the mountain. The sound of the waves is becoming more and more silent, and the white air exhaled by Changan quickly dissipates. In the gloomy night sky, he suddenly felt uncontrollably empty.

It was an emptiness that could not be filled with swords and halberds, which made him melancholy out of thin air.

At this time, a shawl of animal skin was placed on him, and Huayi came out of the cave somehow, sitting beside him with one buttock, taking his shoulders and bringing them in his arms, patted them hard, and asked Says: "What do you run out of in the snow? Do you think your body is too good? Do you want to find something?"

Chang'an said nothing.

But Huayi suddenly came over, sniffing vigorously in his neck socket, and then revealed a smirk that was unspoken, and whispered in his ear, "I seem to smell 'manly', I said Why do you run out in the middle of the night ... Well, is this a good thing? Adults, men will grow up like this. Come, tell my brother, what do you dream?

Chang'an remained silent.

Huayi bumped him with his shoulder affectionately: "What, you still embarrassed?"

The blush on Chang'an's face was quickly blown down by the cold wind. His face was pale as a dummy made of snow and ice, and his eyebrows were extra neat, as if trimmed with a knife. No, it looks like it's going to be submerged into the hair for a long time. The roundness that originally belonged to the child's face has not faded away. I have become a handsome guy, but from a certain perspective, this young man is handsome. It is doped with a bit of indescribable beauty—the kind of static and delicate beauty in the beauty pictures in the hands of artists from the southern continent.

Huayi's throat moved quietly, looking at him, there seemed to be a fire in his chest, and he was about to move.

Chang'an suddenly sighed, and stretched out his hand and wiped it with his face—this movement was learned from Solem, who probably thought too much, always like a tired person struggling.

"I dreamed Alan came over with a nice dress and said she made it for me." Chang An said lowly. "She stared straight at me, but the moment I saw her eyes, I remembered She was washed away by the flood. At that time she looked at me that way too. I always thought she was going to cry, but ... "

His words spoke here, getting lower and lower, so that the following words could not be heard. Huayi felt as if he had been splashed with cold water, and the evil fire in his heart suddenly disappeared.

After a while, Changan whispered, "No one will make clothes for me in the future, if Alan ..."

He wanted to say, "How good is Alan if he doesn't die?" But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say it. Chang'an knew that if people were gone, they would be gone, no matter how reluctant they were, they would not be able to keep them. He said these words as bland, as usual, it was good to feed a bit of naive and ruthless, eat and drink, then do anything, do not care much about anything, but it is ... Let people hear that little bit of loneliness.

Some things are okay when I think about it. When I say something, I feel sad like pouring oil on the fire. Chang'an notices it, so I shut up and don't want to say anything. He rubbed his frozen hands in the cold wind and said to Huayi: "If there is still wine, I want to take a sip, but unfortunately ... cold, I'm going back."

Huayi obediently let go of his shoulder, then sat on the snow, watching him turn around and return to the cave, and then lowered his head. At that moment, the expression on his face was very strange, as if forcibly suppressing something, it was a bit stubborn.