After walking for a long time, the sky was getting dark, and Ji Xiu finally saw the wooden house, and from a distance, the wooden house was even better than he imagined. By this time, the sun had set three-quarters of the way, and the remaining small patches remained on the horizon, and the orange-orange light spread across Lake Popor, and the original verdant desert steppe was covered with a golden veil.

Ji Xiu stopped, he wanted to present these scenes to the audience, and asked Igu to turn the camera three hundred and sixty degrees before walking to the wooden house.

Straight to the wooden house, push open the door, the door is hidden, Ji Xiu feels strange, this kind of grazing wooden house, only a few months of the year will be occupied, the rest of the time is empty, even if it is not locked, you have to tie the door with a rope, otherwise the door can be opened as soon as the wind blows.

Ji Xiu walked into the wooden house, the floor was grass, just a few small grasses, most of them were black mud, and there was a fire pit in the middle, except for a pile of firewood, there was nothing around. Ji Xiu thought to herself: Didn't you say that there are stored materials here, where are they?

"Is anyone there?" said there was a knock at the door.

Igu was taken aback, and pointed the camera lens at the wooden door, and just after entering the house, a neighbor knocked on the door, and it was not right to think about it.

Ji Xiu seemed to know that there were people outside, he didn't care, and looked around the wooden house again, and after making sure that the wooden house had no traps, he came to the wooden door.

Opening the wooden door, an old man with mountaineering equipment all over his body appeared in front of him, and he greeted Ji Xiu with a smile: "Lord Ji Xiu." ”

"Are you ......" Ji Xiu had just said two words, and the old man took out a picture of Ji Xiu out of nowhere.

Ji Xiu closed his mouth, because this old man was like an old acquaintance, hugging Ji Xiu directly, the camera in the old man's hand kept pressing, Ji Xiu could only stand like a log, and let the old man play selfies as a set.

Ji Xiu couldn't stand it anymore, so she reached out and pressed the old man's forehead, pressed him to the wooden door, and said, "What are you playing?"

"Master Ji Xiu, you misunderstood, I'm a reporter, and I'm here to do an interview with you. The old man protected the camera and hurriedly explained.

Ji Xiu let go of his hand, waved his hand and said, "You go, I don't like to be interrogated." ”

"It's okay, Lord Ji Xiu can be busy with herself, I just need to do a follow-up interview with you, and adults don't need to answer any questions from me. ”

Ji Xiu raised her eyebrows, knowing the old man's intention, she didn't agree or refuse, and said, "Give me a reason." ”

"Because adults are now news production machines, and wherever they go, they can make headlines. ”

"Oh - that's true, I like it, and accept the reason, if you want to follow me, follow me, and collect the body yourself when you die. Ji Xiu ignored the old man, took two precious stones from the scabbard, picked up some firewood and threw them into the fire pit, and lit them with the precious stones as flints.

The old man was quick to put up an iron frame on the fire, took out a few cans from his backpack, opened two cans and boiled them, and after cooking, he handed one to Ji Xiu first, with a smile on his face.

Ji Xiu took the can, took a bite and felt that it tasted good, and said, "If you want to interview me, let you ask a few questions." ”

The old man handed another can to Igu, who threw the whole can into his mouth and spit it out when he had eaten it, leaving only an empty can. Probably feeling tired, Igu yawned and went to sleep, and the camera was not turned off, but used as a pillow.

When the old man heard Ji Xiu's words, he didn't want to cook a can for himself, so he picked up a pen and paper and sat opposite Ji Xiu, and asked very seriously: "Lord Ji Xiu, you are already a powerful class, why did you abandon all this?"

Ji Xiu thought for a while, and thought: What do you think I think, although I have remembered that I killed the emperor, but I haven't remembered it, why did I kill the emperor.

Ji Xiu couldn't think of an answer, and after thinking about it for too long, she was very impatient, and said, "I don't want to answer, the next question." ”

"So...... Now there are voices among the people that you have become a national hero, but at the national level, you have become a traitor, what do you have to say about this?"

Ji Xiu didn't even have to think about it, and said, "There's nothing to say." ”

Two questions in a row, Ji Xiu's answers were very casual, the old man felt that Ji Xiu was fooling him, he wanted to give up and continue to ask, and if he continued to ask like this, he would not get any material as a news report.

"Haha, I'm not fooling you, I'm serious about answering you, after all, your cans are really good. Ji Xiu finished eating the can, put the empty can by the fire, and said: "I never care about other people's opinions, others say that I am a hero or a dog, and it has no value to me, alas, maybe this is the reason why I have been single until now." ”

The old man asked: "Aren't you angry that you have saved countless civilians and exposed the country's panic, but you have been framed as a traitor?"

Ji Xiu lay down, looked at the wooden roof and said, "What's there to be angry about, this country belongs to them, they have the final say, it's useless to be angry." Three questions are enough, I'm going to sleep. After saying that, Ji Xiu closed her eyes.

The old man put down his pen and paper, picked up two pieces of firewood and threw them into the fire, and he also fell asleep. Not long after he fell asleep, he felt that someone was shaking himself, and when he opened his eyes and saw Igu's face, the old man sat up all of a sudden, looked around, didn't see Ji Xiu, and hurriedly asked, "Monkey spirit, where is Lord Ji Xiu?"

"Humans, Igu is called Igu, not monkey spirits. Igu was a little annoyed, picked up the camera and walked out the door.

The old man hurriedly got up, picked up his backpack and followed Igu, and as soon as he went out, he saw Ji Xiu standing not far away, looking at the sky in the distance.

"Lord Ji Xiu, what are you doing here?" the old man asked, and looked around, it was still very dark, and the sky was not yet dawn.

"Run!" Ji Xiu suddenly screamed and ran wildly, Igu was very clever, Ji Xiu stopped it, Ji Xiu walked it, Ji Xiu ran with him.

The old man didn't know why, but hesitated for a moment, and the wooden house erupted with a tongue of fire, and the rumbling sound exploded, and the grass clippings flying all over the sky drew the trajectory of the shock wave, and the old man felt as if his skin was being roasted by fire, and then the whole person flew out.

"Old man, are you dead, now go home, you can still have breakfast, if you continue to follow me, the grass on this grassland will be your grave grass." Ji Xiu grabbed the old man's collar and lifted the old man lying on the ground.

"I'm only in my forties, but I'm old. After the old man stood up, he ran with Ji Xiu.

"You're lying, no matter how you look at it, you're in your sixties. Igu pointed the camera at the old man and asked netizens to comment on whether he was in his forties or in his sixties.

Most of the barrage says that the old man is in his sixties, and he doesn't believe that he is only in his forties, but there are also a few barrages that say that some people do look like old people in their forties, and some people are in their sixties and still have the appearance of being in their thirties.

"You see, everybody says you're a sixty-year-old man. Igu said, pointing to the barrage.

"What do you know, you are not a human being, and how do monkey spirits know the difference between a human being at sixty and forty years old. The old man said as he ran, not breathing.

Ji Xiu was not interested in the issues they were discussing, so she pointed to the left with her hand and said, "To the left, the second * is coming." ”

Not long after he ran out, there was an explosion thirty meters away, and the old man looked back to see that white smoke was falling from the sky, the small hillside on the grassland was flattened, and the billowing smoke was like a lung that had been smoking for more than fifty years.

"Old man, can you still hold on, you can still live if you give up now. Ji Xiutou said without looking back.

The old man didn't speak, and now the situation couldn't make him talk back, there was a vibration on the ground, and after a roar, his ears could no longer hear anything, and although the shock wave did not knock down his body, his brain seemed to turn over.

The turf was lifted one by one, and it could be lifted more than thirty meters high, and dense shells fell around the old man. The cannonballs carried the earth to form pillars, and the old man seemed to be running in a forest of dirt pillars, and he wanted to lie down. As long as he lies down in the depression, the chance of survival will be much higher, but he is unwilling to lose Ji Xiu, and he is at a loss in order to keep up with Ji Xiu.

Cannonballs rained down, the earth was like an earthquake, and if you stepped on it, it was like the ground would collapse, and you couldn't stand steadily, let alone run. But the old man ran out of the range of the shell, and his foot tripped over something and fell to the ground, and he did not dare to stop, and crawled forward with his hand on the grass.

After climbing a distance, he was so anxious, he climbed so slowly, Ji Xiu had already run away. Shake off the dirt on his head, don't care about the mud and sand, open his eyes to find Ji Xiu's figure, there is smoke everywhere, where is Ji Xiu's shadow.

"Old man, you're pretty good, you run faster than me. Ji Xiu climbed up from behind and pressed one hand on the old man's waist.

"Lord Ji Xiu, don't run anymore, lie on your stomach first, and wait for this round of shelling to pass before running. ”

"No, I'm going to fight back, don't think that if you hide in the distance and fire, I won't be able to stand you. Ji Xiu turned to Igu who was crawling behind him and said, "Take a good picture and let the old man in the national courtyard open his eyes." ”

Igu nodded, turned around and lay on the grass, the camera in his hand filming Ji Xiu from the bottom up, shooting Ji Xiu very tall. In the shot, Ji Xiu stands up from knee-high grass, the smoke creates a post-apocalyptic scene, and Ji Xiu lives like a doomsday god of war.

Ji Xiu didn't draw his sword, but held the hilt with a sheath in his hand, and used the long sword as a stick, holding the long sword like playing baseball. Swinging the sword as a stick, it sounded like a copper bell being rung in the ancient temple, Ji Xiu ran in the grassland, his feet moved together like a fierce wolf in the desert, and the long sword picked up to bring out a large piece of grass, and struck out a bell.

Ji Xiu ran faster and faster, suddenly stood still, looked at the sky, narrowed his eyes, raised his manual sword, the bell rang again, took a step back, stabilized his body, and his footsteps opened again, and so on.

Every time Ji Xiu picked up the long sword, he could make a bell, and it took about thirty bells before the cannonballs finally stopped.

"Hahaha!" Ji Xiu looked up to the sky and laughed: "The cannonballs I sent out, give me obedient food." ”

Ji Xiu exhaled a long breath and asked, "Old man, what do you call it?"

"It's okay to call me Lao Qin. The old man took out his camera, took pictures of Ji Xiu, and then took pictures of the surroundings, looking like he wanted to record the messy picture around him.