Ever-changing is described in the present.

Seeing that I was hooking the edge of the hole one after another, and was about to go in with the madman, suddenly the black whiskers on my body loosened, and I fell straight down and fell to the bottom before I was caught off. The second one to fall down was one after another, and it was very heavy.

Before the two of us could react, there was a bang, and another figure fell, smashing solidly on the positions next to one after another, accompanied by the black soft mud that fell like rain. Needless to say, the one who rolled down at the end must have been a madman, his whole body was covered in black soft mud, and the hole seemed to be softening, constantly falling off pieces of soft mud.

When I looked up, I was startled, the black whiskers that had bound me were gone, and they should have shrunk back, which was nothing, what shocked me was that the thing that was plastered all over the top wall was shrinking towards the hole in the middle at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and the fire was slowly advancing and spreading there, and then it continued to drip black soft mud downwards as if it had melted.

One after another, he reacted quickly and kicked the madman away, leaving the open space to come out, and the soft mud fell with a clatter, and after a while, a puddle of more than half a meter high was piled up. Keeping our eyes locked onto the top, we found that the roof wall was gradually revealing its original rocky face, and the place where we had collapsed and fallen was empty.

In the core area, as the soft mud melted and fell, a form gradually appeared, and I wanted to see what it was, but because it was surrounded by fire, I couldn't tell it after staring at it for a while, but the black soft mud didn't seem to drip anymore.

There were calls in his ears, and he had reached the madman's side, and turned the man over, and the madman was black from head to toe. I was afraid that the black mud would solidify later, so I reminded him to find a way to help the madman get rid of it, and I also tried to get up with my hands.

Seeing that the mud on the madman's face had been roughly cleaned up, he ignored the black like Bao Gong, and asked one after another: "Where is he hurt?" ”

"I don't know. If you still have qi, you shouldn't be able to die. That being said, there was a solemn look on his face. Indeed, as I feared, the black mud that was soft just now has begun to harden gradually, and if it is not removed as soon as possible, the madman will be sealed in the mud.

When I went to break the madman's hand one after another, I found that his fist was clenched, and I thought to myself that he would not have pinched the flower spider in his fist, so that even if he had not been burned to death, the spider would have been pinched to death by him. But after breaking it one after another, we were both stunned, and he actually held a cyan bead about three or four centimeters in diameter in his palm, which seemed to have green light flashing wings.

I instinctively looked at the maniac's hand on the other side, and found that instead of clenching it, it was tucked into the sleeve and tugged at the cuff. One after another, he directly cut his sleeve with a knife, and the flower spider crawled out of the inside, and it turned out that the madman hid it in his cuff. After cleaning, due to the hardening of the soft mud, it had to be scraped off with a knife one after another, and finally the madman was almost not sealed alive in the black solid.

It is suspected that the madman may have entered the fire pit and fainted from the heat, but the signs of life are still very strong, and there should be nothing wrong. I saw that he was so tired that he was sitting there panting, with a lot of small scratches on his face, and remembered that he had just fallen down from a height of about five meters on the top wall, and asked, "Did you fall somewhere?" He glanced at me, "Where did you fall, do you still rub it?" ”

I grinned and replied, "Okay, come here, I'll rub it for you." He really leaned towards me, breathed to his ear and said, "My back hurts, my back hurts, and my shoulders seem to be a little bit." Reaching out and twisting it on the soft flesh of his waist, I asked with a smile, "Does it still hurt?" He shook his head repeatedly, "It doesn't hurt anymore." ”

Obviously, even if he fell suddenly, he made self-preservation actions when he fell to the bottom, and at most he fell to his foot like me, so it was impossible to hurt his back and shoulders. If I'm in the mood to joke, that means it's okay, I'll save some snacks.

As soon as my hand was loosened, suddenly his right foot was lifted one after another, moved to his leg, and pressed the fingertips to the place where I was sprained. The voice of the number fell in his ears: "Why are you so slow to react on the spot?" Don't you know if you fall in the air and roll on the spot? This will prevent the legs and feet from being twisted by stress. Does it hurt? With his last question, the force under his fingers suddenly became heavy, and this time it was me gasping and honestly answering: "It hurts." ”

But his next sentence was: "It's right to hurt, and only when it hurts can you learn a lesson." ”

I had the urge to swing his waist on an elbow! But after being pressed by him for a round, the ankle that hurt Bensheng was really much better. I didn't realize that I looked up at him, and my eyes were received by him, and I heard him smile and say, "Look at what?" Do you think that the master's technique is very good, how about helping you have a full body massage when you are free another day? Maybe he said this in passing, and when he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, and looked at me with ambiguity.

I rewarded him with a kick in the chest with an uninjured foot, and with skillful force he didn't kick the man, but he was defenseless, and I kicked him on his back, and when he landed on the ground on his shoulder, he saw his teeth bared. With a move in his heart, he leaned over and pulled him and asked, "Are you really hurt on your back?" But he was pulled by him and fell on him, kissed him and said, "Lie to you, otherwise how could you fall into the net?" ”

Angry and funny, he didn't struggle, just leaned on his chest and listened to his thunderous heartbeat. In fact, the reason why the two of them relaxed was that they both knew that the thing that almost killed us just now was dead, and since the black solidification belonged to its body, it was now reduced to zero. As for the reason, I guess it was the madman who did what he did after that roar in the hole, and I have to wait until he wakes up to ask.

The remaining form on the top wall is also gradually burned out in the fire, and unlike the previous ones we used to ignite and bake, when there was still residual carbon accumulated at the end of the burning, and at this time, there was nothing left on the roof, and when the fire was extinguished, only the blackened rocks could be seen.

In addition, we can see a long gap in the wall where we have fallen. In other words, there is actually a deep trench against the wall that is connected to the third layer, but because of the unknown creature, it is filled with black solids.

I sighed with some fear: "Successively, just now I really thought you were going into that hole." He snorted in response, but there was no follow-up, and I had to break the peace again: "I see that you are usually very annoying to the madman, but at that time you still did not hesitate to save him, in fact, the madman is still very important in your heart." ”

"I'm afraid that he will enter the underworld, and even the king of Hades will dislike him."

I couldn't help but laugh, men's friendships are usually sandwiched between seemingly complaining words, and in their world, they may feel that they can be so unscrupulous and noisy with their own people.

One after another, he noticed that I was laughing, and reached out to pinch my face, "Don't laugh, I mean really." You don't know that the first time I saw a madman, I was so annoyed by him that I was going crazy, and I regretted taking the initiative to ask that sentence. ”

"Which one?" I asked curiously, thinking that it must be interesting for them to get to know each other.

I only listened to the bitter questions one after another: "Xiao Jiu, do you really want to hear it?" I really don't want to remember that part. I replied in the affirmative, "Yes." "Han Dongling can stand in front of me proudly and say that she is the person who knows him best, because she has been involved in his past. I can't participate, so at least I can know, especially about his two iron buddies, I've been in contact with them.

He didn't hesitate anymore, and really spoke: "You must not know what the madman used to do, the first time I met him, it was on a stage, if you think he is the role of acting on stage, then you are wrong, he rented the stage with someone else, and ran up to tell the story." ”

Listening to the corners of his mouth, he couldn't help but twitch, and he had a premonition that the appearance of the madman was extraordinary, but it was difficult to associate him with a storyteller. After a pause, he continued: "At that time, the madman was not like this, he was dressed quite well, and when he went on the stage to tell a story, he borrowed a robe from someone to wear it, and he was quite presentable, I was deceived by his sanctimonious appearance." Come on, Xiao Jiu, do you first guess what the madman said on stage was about that book? ”

I blurted out: "Journey to the West? I laughed one after another, and my chest shook rhythmically, "It seems that you still know something about him, indeed, what he talked about on stage that time was a classic passage in Journey to the West: Monkey King beats the white bone spirit three times." There were three or five people sitting bustling below, and he could actually talk loudly and emotionally on it. I really called him a mouthful at the time, but when I saw that he didn't finish the story for a long time, I asked......"

He sharpened his ears to listen to the following, but he stopped speaking after pausing here, and couldn't help urging in a hurry: "What did you ask?" ”

There was no response, I looked up at him, and found that his gaze fell on me, and I looked in that direction, uh, startled! It's not that there is anything unusual, but that he has just been judged to be a comatose madman, with a dark face, his eyes are wide open, but his eyes are not moving, and he looks very penetrating. I glanced at each other one after another, and we both saw doubts in each other's eyes.

One after another, he tentatively asked, "Crazy? ”

No response! I couldn't lie down one after another, and after helping me to sit up, I was about to lean forward, when suddenly the wide-eyed madman spoke up: "Little Liu, go on, I'm listening to your memories of the past." ”

gnashed his teeth one after another, his fists clenched, "Don't you know what to make when you wake up?" Pretending to be a ghost in there is scary, it's fun, right, I think you're looking for a draw! "He was so angry that I almost spurted blood, but it turned out that the madman woke up before we knew it, and listened to the corner for a while.