"Hurry up, why are you slow, you are a ghost?"

"Oh, wait a minute, nine cylinders.. Alright!"

"Eh, wait, play well, play well, bar!" The man on the side rubbed his hands with a chattering face, "Come on a bar, I'll go!"

"Eh, I'm going to do it, you've fired it!"

"Ouch not coming, not coming, mildew is begging very much, this ghost weather!"

.....

Summer and autumn alternate, and the heavy rain for days has worn away the last trace of heat in Shudi. The water is long, and the antique streets in the past are always lively, but now the streets are scattered, and only the takeaway brother is left galloping in the rain.

The sound of mahjong rumbling can be heard from the high-walled courtyard, and the green vegetation on the side of the street is encircled. The withered yellow spotted bamboo pulled out a wisp of new branches, and worked hard to open the leaves, hoping to listen to the sound of mahjong more, learn learning skills, and become a god as soon as possible.

As soon as the thought came to me, there was a thunderclap, and then lightning pierced the dark sky......

"it!"

"it!"

There was a brief lull, and then the rain poured down, and the people on the street were emptied in an instant.

Banzhu's brain was a little confused, someone spoke just now, did someone speak just now, no one spoke just now!! this is ......

I'm going! There's a lightning, I'm not going to be burned. The spotted bamboo trembled and trembled, and it was bare in an instant. If someone passes by, they may be pulled to make a mat.

"How did it burn up with such a heavy rain, are you an idiot!"

"Who, who's talking!" The sudden answer made Madara tremble even more, "Oh my god, the hell ......"

With the sound of the roaring rain, a large piece of the surrounding spotted bamboo fell down. The wind is around, and it can only comfort itself, listening to the fork......

Besides, he is a float, even if there is, it stands to reason that he should worship here!!

The whole street washed by the heavy rain took on a new look, and the dark clouds that were gradually dissipating quickly gathered again, and the extremely heavy pressure of the black pressure was on the spotted bamboo's heart, and it didn't have any time to think about the problem just now, it realized that it was going to be recycled by God!!

All things have spirits, and plants and trees are not easy.

This black oppressive piece, Madara has a faint feeling of being locked in his heart, is this the rhythm of chopping it to death?

God is going to kill me, this thief God, didn't I just peek at Xiao Wang next door taking a bath and watch a few mahjong games......

Oh my God, I'm so young. I haven't played mahjong yet, I haven't dealt with a partner yet, am I going to die young?

In the dark night, the dim street lights went out all at once, and the whole road was plunged into endless darkness. The shops on both sides of the road have closed early, and even the foreign restaurants on the corner have lost the mouth-watering aroma of the past. Naturally, no one paid attention to the trembling madara, waiting for the judgment that belonged to it.

The long-planned lightning rushed straight at Madara Bamboo, and the sense of oppression in that moment made Madara suddenly have the desire to survive. Leaving the bamboo body, he slid into the sewer with the twigs. And the lightning bolts were like locators, and they plunged into the sewers one after another.

It was a night to remember, in Madara's opinion.

Looking at the fox that was killed by lightning and the half-dead rabbit in front of him, Madara was a little overwhelmed. But before it could react, the rabbit suddenly jumped up and kicked it into the fox's body. The lightning flashed, and Madara saw those red eyes in the darkness, and fainted in fright.

The showers stopped, and the street lamps shone through the sewers with tiny raindrops. When Madara woke up, he only saw a child curled up in front of him, his eyes were open, his pupils were black and bright, and the surroundings were covered with bloodshots. Staring at it, the miserable white face was narrowly reflected in, and the light was divided into one by one.

"Who are you?"

Madara felt short of breath and wanted to scream. I saw the red-eyed child quickly reach out and cover its mouth, "Don't scream, are you an idiot?" A pair of blood-red eyes glowed fiercely.

The narrow sewer embraced the two men, and the brief questioning could not stir up a ripple. Madara looked at him and wanted to retreat, but the red-eyed child seemed to understand its intentions, and quickly grabbed its branches with his other hand. It only screamed in pain, and its covered mouth made a whining sound. It had to struggle desperately, but the hand holding it back did not move.

Waiting for Banzhu to calm down, the red-eyed child only stared at it, as if provocative and a little disdainful, "Don't make noise!"

The cold sound accompanied by the raindrops made Madara quickly calm down, and it quickly shook its head. Xu was afraid that the child would not be able to see clearly, so he shook the branch vigorously. Leaning in front of him is a white and delicate arm, as if it is in memory. Madara stared at the hand in front of him, shook it twice, and thought for a long time. The red-eyed kid took one look at it and let go of it.

Madara felt like it was going crazy, and his head was surrounded by a sentence. I have a body, I have a body, she can cry, laugh and play mahjong.

In the cramped space, Madara can feel that his expression is very distorted, and his body is very uncomfortable, and he wants to scream and share, but looking at the child in front of him, he is obviously not a good person to share.

"Calm down," the red-eyed kid stopped his tentative hand and looked at it, "let's go out!"

Seeing that the red-eyed kid had already pushed open the sewer cover and was ready to go out. Madara Zhu hurriedly stretched out his arm to grab him, his face full of surprise: "Do you want to go out naked? This is human society, you are crazy!"

The red-eyed kid pushed it away and got out of the way. With a slight sound, it turned into a black thing, like a ringworm dog. Madara Zhu looked at it and couldn't help laughing. The rabbit lying at the mouth of the sewer looked at it condescendingly. With red-glowing eyes, Madara thinks it will never forget in its life!

"If you can't go, come up if you want to go!" The cold words are especially clear in the dark night.

"I... I won't, can you find clothes for me?" The scrutinizing eyes made Madara shrink back timidly.

"Wait for me here!" the rabbit turned and ran.

"Okay!" From then on, Madara felt extremely annoyed every time he thought about it, and he waited.