The impulse of the golden 'flower' suddenly woke Wushuang up, and the chain of memories broke again. , the latest chapter of the visit wèn:.

"Jin 'Hua', what nonsense are you talking about?

Xiao Jin 'Hua' pouted at Lao Dao and deliberately angered him.

"Huh...... She is right, child, you are indeed his husband, 8 years later, 8 years from now you will have a vigorous love, no one can stop it. ”

"Neurotic! I thought you were a half-immortal, but you turned out to be a god!" Wushuang didn't take the old words seriously, thinking that he was fooling around and cheating money. But it wasn't until the New Year's Eve that the beautiful Meihui 'girl' Da Eighteen changed in front of him again, he had already forgotten the words of this dirty old way to the clouds, and was completely conquered by the pungency and charm of the Meihui girl.

"Child, I'm hungry, would you like to find me something to eat?" Lao Dao's aunt screamed, and looking at his thin appearance, he also knew that this Lao Dao was a little malnourished.

"That's a lot, I have a dry biscuit here. "The little golden 'flower' reluctantly threw it to him.

Who knows, the old Dao didn't stretch out his hand to take it, but said: "No, the poor Dao is not dry food, I want to eat tiger 'meat'!"

"Old thing, you can go in a dream! I see that you are sick! The illness is not light!" Xiao Jin 'Hua' had no good impression of him, so he could only speak ill of him.

"Tiger 'meat'? How can there be tiger 'meat' in this place? If there really is a tiger, the younger generation would like to give it a try. Wushuang knew that Lao Dao was a master of the world, and there were hidden mysteries in every sentence, so he did not directly refuse his excessive request.

"Yes, why not? Look, what is that?" Lao Dao pointed to a pile of bushes, and suddenly there was a small noise behind the bushes, as if there was a real behemoth hiding behind it. But why didn't they hear any movement over there when they came over just now?

Oh...... Oh...... A 'flower' tiger suddenly jumped out of the bushes and smashed a small hole in the ground. Frightened, Wushuang and Xiaojin 'Hua' retreated again and again, never dreaming that there were wild Siberian tigers on the banks of the Yalu River.

"I'm ...... I'm dreaming, right?" Wushuang pinched himself, it hurt, not a dream.

Lao Dao glanced at the 'flower' spotted tiger, which means, boy, didn't you just say crazy words, the tiger is in front of you, you have the ability to slaughter it for me to see.

Lao Dao didn't expect that the young man in front of him was a master of "eating raw food", Wushuang didn't even blink his eyelids without saying a word, pulled out a dagger from his boots and limped straight towards the tiger. I've made a flute for that tiger, I've seen him don't want to die, I've never seen him so deadly.

He is the leader of the thieves', he is the descendant of Wu Gongyao, the hero of the 'chaotic' world, he has the blood of his beard flowing in his bones, if he really kills, his eyes burst out with a ferocious light that makes the creatures in the world frightened, the majesty of the tiger just now is completely gone, and he looks at Wushuang with a dagger and walks closer, as well-behaved as a big cat.

"Hmm...... It's indeed the reincarnation of Kuixing!hehe...... Gongyao! I can't imagine that you still have descendants left in the world!" Lao Dao muttered quietly in his mouth, continuing to see if Wushuang really dared to slaughter the tiger.

"Brother, you're coming back soon!" Xiao Jin's 'flower' couldn't care about that much, and ran over to block in front of Wushuang.

The tiger was afraid of Wushuang's ferocity, but he was not afraid of her little girl, and he opened his bloody mouth and bit off her little head.

Poof...... The sharp dagger pierced the tiger's neck from bottom to top, and blood gushed out. Wushuang dragged the little golden 'flower' in front of him back into his arms. The problem that Lao Dao gave him had awakened the Kui Xing Qi in his bones and blood, and he stared at his eyes greedily **** the blood left on the blade.

"It's done, you can eat!" Another knife stabbed into the belly of the tiger that was not yet dead, and he actually took out a hot, beating heart and handed it to Lao Dao.

"Huh...... Poor Dao is not hungry now, and he is a little tired, but he is in a hurry and can't delay the trip, child, are you willing to carry me for a ride?"

Wushuang frowned, this old way is really too deceitful, knowing that he is a cripple, how can he carry him? Now, his 'legs' and feet are not as good as a centenarian.

"Senior, what the hell are you going to do? Don't toss my brother, okay? His 'legs' ...... His 'leg' is broken! Is it okay to carry you on my back?" Jin 'Hua' said with a crying voice, and it was obvious that this old way was unparalleled in the specialized 'door'.

"You, Meihui, you are not worthy! The poor road only let him carry it! You don't have to go far to get to the shore. The old man's eyes sparkled with expectation.

"You...... How do you know my name is Mie?"

Lao Dao stroked his 'flower' white beard and smiled, didn't say anything, and waited for the 'desire' to make a decision to the angry Wushuang.

"Okay! I'll carry you! King Gu Youwen carried Jiang Ziya to establish the Great Zhou, what does it matter if I carry my predecessors a few steps today?" Wushuang limped over, turned around and bent down with his back to Lao Dao, and immediately had a sharp pain on his left 'leg', and he almost fainted from the pain, but he still gritted his teeth and 'straightened' over.

Lao Dao was not polite, and climbed directly onto Wushuang's back, and the gravity pressure aggravated the pain on the 'leg'.

Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on the "door" of the "frontal ......" brain, and pus and blood oozed from the wound of the broken small "leg" bone.

"Why is the poor road sinking?" asked the old man knowingly.

"Heavy!"

"Child, that's because you have weight in your heart, relax, don't think about anything, in fact, the poor road is very light, light like a wisp of wind, light like a 'hair', light like a cloud of smoke, light like the soul of the dead, light like a ......" Lao Dao lay on Wushuang's back as if chanting a spell in his ear.

I don't know why, Wushuang listened to what he said, and gradually felt that the sense of gravity was not so strong, but felt that he was full of strength, and the pain of the injury on the 'leg' gradually disappeared.

"Child, you deserve this fate, don't compromise with fate, grit your teeth and 'push' through!" Lao Dao said softly to Wushuang, the voice was ethereal, far and near, and it seemed to come from Wushuang's heart.

"Senpai, who the hell am I?"

"Don't be anxious to know who you are, everyone has their own destiny, when you know, you will naturally know that Poor Dao is here to rescue you, otherwise, you and the girl will have to die on the bank of the Yalu River tonight! Look, what is that in the river?" The old man lay on Wushuang's back, covered Wushuang's eyes with his wrinkled old hand, and then suddenly raised his hand.

In the middle of the river, a behemoth emerged from under the water, and it turned out to be the old turtle of the Yalu River, who was about to come ashore after chasing the smell of Wushuang and the golden 'flower' all the way. With Wushuang's current physical condition, he won't even have the strength to fight back, and he has to swallow it into his stomach in one bite-

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