Chapter Seventy-Seven—A Long Drama of Dog Blood
The name "Yunwen" reminded him of the ugly and handsome uncle he met in the imperial city, Zhu Biao looked at the other party with a strange face, and then looked at the middle-aged people behind him, secretly speculating about their identities.
Uncle Strange picked up a bag of things and continued to wave to him, the familiar fragrance came from the mouth of the bag, in this era of expensive paper, he actually used a paper bag to carry a few worthless buns!
Zhu Biao is not stupid, on the contrary, he is a little clever, and at this time he has already guessed that today's events are all directed at him: the accosting of the official department, the disappearing selection examiner, and the slap in the face when he was made difficult by Wang Ding......
These people don't seem to have malicious intentions, so big that Zhu Biao doesn't have to doubt their goodwill at all, a little person like him who has no use value, the other party can crush him to death with his fingers, so why is there any need to pretend?
His mind moved, could it be related to the four princes?
I thought again, no, he is not the Fourth Prince, why would others think that he can hurt the Four Princes?
Zhu Di's image flashed in his mind, although he is now in a variety of shapes, but Zhu Biao is most impressed by the four princes wearing military uniforms on the big screen, he looked at the people in the audience as if looking directly at him, his eyes were dark and hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and the whole person seemed to be a sharp weapon that was quenched and drained blood.
No, he didn't believe that such a fourth prince would be threatened because of himself. He has never thought about his friendship with Zhu Di, but he feels that it hurts his feelings when he thinks about it seriously, he unilaterally regards Zhu Di as an idol and a growth template, Zhu Di is also good to him, but the difference between the two identities is so big, in Zhu Di's eyes, he may just be a life-saving benefactor by chance, a newly acquired little brother, or even an acquaintance who is full of situations...... Not even a friend.
Zhu Biao sighed, he met two inexplicable strange uncles at this inexplicable time, but he inexplicably analyzed his and Zhu Di's "love life", it was really a mosquito looking for a spider to fall in love and give birth to a praying mantis - three times as inexplicable!
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Because he accidentally opened his brain, Zhu Biao did not turn his head and run in a hurry like last time, but quietly "acquiesced" to the name "Yunwen", and the ugly handsome uncle was very happy, he actually stood up and came to pull Zhu Biao's hand in person.
Zhu Biao woke up and instinctively dodged, the ugly handsome uncle didn't care, his skills have not fallen for many years, the investigation record said that Zhu Biao only learned magic in the National Academy of Arts, and it was impossible for a weak magician to avoid his seemingly ordinary grasp.
But Zhu Biao avoided it.
His skills are driven by Bai Chang, and it may not be possible for him to take the initiative to hit people, but the purely passive dodge attribute is unusually high, and the ugly handsome uncle only uses three points of skill to catch him, and Zhu Biao actually dodged his hand by a fraction of a second!
"Huh?" The ugly handsome uncle and the middle-aged man standing behind his chair spoke at the same time, the middle-aged man took half a step forward, but the ugly handsome uncle saw his movements with long eyes on the back of his head, and raised his right hand without looking back, and the middle-aged man stopped suddenly.
"Okay," the ugly handsome uncle praised, "worthy of my Zhu family's species." ”
He didn't wait for Zhu Biao to react to this rich "compliment", and said with great interest: "Yunwen will practice a few more tricks with grandpa." ”
The ugly handsome uncle moved very fast, and while talking, he made several lightning moves to Zhu Biao: Speaking of "Yunwen", his right fist hit Zhu Biao's door; Speaking of "again", the left leg swept Zhu Biao's ankle; Speaking of "grandpa", he slammed into Zhu Biao's back with his elbow; Speaking of "practicing a few moves", his right hand turned his fist into a claw and rubbed it fiercely on the top of Zhu Biao's head.
Zhu Biao reacted very quickly, and in one sentence and nine words, he broke up four moves with the ugly handsome uncle, and the other party didn't seem to want to hurt him, as long as he made a dodge move, he quickly changed his moves, but he was always shrouded in the range of his hand-to-hand combat, no matter how he dodged, he couldn't escape two meters away.
The last time he was rubbed his head, it was obvious that Zhu Biao had lost, he immediately admitted defeat and stopped moving, looking up with that hand, the ugly handsome uncle stood in front of him, with a smile on his face, his eyes were soft, and he looked quite kind.
Zhu Biao was stunned, he hadn't seen such a pure loving gaze for a long time, his mother often looked at him with such eyes before the crossing, when he was recovering from a minor illness, when he happily shared what he saw at school, when he was bored and accompanied her to watch hundreds of episodes of bloody dramas...... Under such a gaze, he always felt that his chest was full, and there was a sense of security and satisfaction in being loved, as if he didn't have to do anything, as long as the storage of zài itself was important enough to make her happy and admire, and sincerely thanked every deity.
Mom...... Zhu Biao's parents divorced very early, and he can count dozens of fingers when he saw his father since he was a child, but he has never been sad and depressed about it, because his mother alone gave him a lot of love that could surround him...... He didn't dare to think about what would become of his mother after crossing over, he must be so sad......
Those thoughts that were forcibly suppressed by Zhu Biao surged up because of a look in his eyes, and he seemed to return to the time when he had just crossed over, every day he was so angry that he couldn't tear the sky apart like a trapped beast, and he was so aggrieved that he curled himself up in a ball and cried bitterly every night, as long as he thought of his mother, his heart hurt like a wrench......
Zhu Biao blinked, hurriedly turned his head, and large tears still slipped down the corners of his eyes, leaving a glittering mark on his cheeks.
The ugly handsome uncle also saw this tear, interpreted different meanings, stiffened his hand movements, let Zhu Biao retreat to the attack distance, raised his sleeve and wiped his face carelessly.
"You recognize the wrong person...... he cleared his throat and said again in a slightly dumb voice: "I don't call Zhu Yunwen, and I don't have a grandfather ......"
Zhu Biao choked in the middle of speaking, he remembered that he was no longer the previous Zhu Biao, and now this Zhu Biao's kinship was not written into his personal information, nor was it mentioned in his diary, so he really didn't know if this body had a grandfather, whether it was the strange uncle in front of him.
Should...... No way? Zhu Biao thought distractedly, how could the baby who went to the poor countryside of District 11 to work as a child laborer not look like a wealthy relative...... But you can't talk about it to death, like 'unforgettable', 'unforgettable' and 'unforgettable' and 'unforgettable' don't have the old stalk of 'the rich son eloped and was cancelled by the head of the family, and the baby born to the poor girl was found by the head of the family and trained to become an heir'......"
Could it be that he was retributed for watching too many bloody dramas, and he was forced to perform it again?