Chapter Seventy-Three: To Shangguan City Again
From a distance, I saw Shangguan Cheng crawling in the morning mist, like a huge monster waking up. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info small Xiaoyao fork opened the road to the city gate, and walked far around the woods on the periphery of Shangguan City. I just took advantage of this time to come back to see the thin man's family of three, and I don't know if my worries have happened.
With this little worry in mind, Xiao Xiaoyao walked all the way in the direction of the remote village. Hurry up all the way, and the yellow mud road indicates that the emaciated man's home is approaching.
Bypassing the village, Xiao Xiaoyao's heart suddenly tightened. Isn't the demolished house in front of me the home of a thin man? At this time, the sky was just slightly bright, the morning fog was hazy, and the thin man's home was already in ruins. The mud walls were knocked down, the stone tiles on the roof were scattered everywhere, and some of the beams and square timbers were relatively neatly stacked, probably picked up by nearby villagers.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Xiao Xiaoyao was nameless and angry, and he came to the ruins very irritably. Bending down and stroking the ruins on the ground, his hands were stained with a layer of mud, and his heart was also filled with resentment. It's all their own troubles, if you don't go to Zhou Papi's house, where will you hurt this kind family, and the family will be ruined. It's all his own indecision, and if he had turned around and come back at that time, he would definitely have been able to prevent this tragedy from happening. It's because I'm not ruthless enough, if I kill Zhou Papi directly, where would these things happen today.
The more Xiao Xiaoyao thought about it, the more sad he felt and the more angry he became. A family who has never known each other in his life, because of his own intervention, suffered such a tragedy, how can this not make Xiao Xiaoyao feel sad. When the resentment and anger reached a critical point, Xiao Xiaoyao's eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were cracked, the clothes on his body were burned out of holes, and the black sun fire erupted, retracting and shrinking, maintaining the same rhythm as Xiao Xiaoyao's wheezing and panting at this time.
The fire of the sun took the initiative to appear because of the uncontrollable resentment in Xiao Yao's heart, exuding a strange black light. Its temperature directly vaporized everything within two meters of Xiao Xiaoyao's body. Whether it was mud or stone tiles, none of them were spared, and they turned into fiery air.
This piece of ruins indirectly proves Xiao Yao's conjecture, Zhou Papi really took advantage of his absence to take revenge on the thin man's family. It's just that it's only been a day, how can Zhou Papi be so anxious, he is not afraid of picking his greasy fat skin. The appearance of the black sun fire also soothed Xiao Yao's impatient mood.
Although his heart is still angry, he can't wait to immediately cramp and peel Zhou's skin. But after all, Xiao Xiaoyao is not a reckless person, he wants to ask the villagers who will get up to farm for a while. He wanted to know if the thin man's family had survived, and if so, he would have to compensate them well.
Since it was still early, Xiao Xiaoyao could only sit on the ruins, waiting for their neighbors to work early. After the fire of the sun swept away for a moment, Xiao Xiaoyao readjusted his mentality, and reabsorbed the black flames that were emitted on the surface of his body into his body. At this time, Xiao Xiaoyao was wearing torn clothes and sitting on the ruins with fire in his eyes. Time passed slowly, and a hint of fiery red in the sky finally bloomed its proper color.
Just when Xiao Xiaoyao was about to wait impatiently, a thin figure walked out of the room not far away. When the figure came out, he stood on the steps in front of the house, stretched out contentedly, and turned and went into the house again. Xiao Xiaoyao saw this scene, wiped his eyes vigorously, and when he wanted to confirm it again, the figure turned around and entered the room.
This thin figure made the resentment in Xiao Xiaoyao's heart disappear suddenly. After staying for a long time, Xiao Xiaoyao suddenly woke up, and immediately took three steps and two steps, and with one leap, he went up to the roof of the house. Xiao Xiaoyao lay on the cold stone tiles, and tried to put his ears close to the tiles. Soon after, a familiar voice came from the room, and the voice said, "Wife, is breakfast ready?" In a while, the craftsmen will come to work. We have to build the house again, but we can't treat these masters badly. ”
Some of the remaining dialogues, to Xiao Yaoyao's ears, are irrelevant. Because the owner of the voice, the thin figure that came out and went back, was the kind thin man. Moreover, from this short voice, Xiao Xiaoyao understood that he had misunderstood at the beginning. This is not revenge from Zhou Papi at all, but a thin man's family, ready to build a new house.
The emotions in my heart, such ups and downs, made Xiao Xiaoyao calm down for a long time. After calming down, Xiao Xiaoyao did not disturb the thin man's family. Looking at the rising sun gradually rising in the sky, Xiao Xiaoyao rose into the air, and after a few ups and downs, he disappeared into this remote village.
Xiao Xiaoyao, who was in a good mood, was sitting in Shangguan City, a streetside breakfast and tea shop on a bustling street. Holding the dim tea in his hand, he took a sip, and Xiao Xiaoyao said to the owner of the tea shop: "Uncle, give me a basket of steamed buns, I want meat filling."
Eating meat buns and drinking coarse tea, Xiao Xiaoyao's mood fluctuated completely.