Wu Yang could feel the children's anxiety and helplessness in anticipation, and he also found that as the days passed, the children's nervousness and worry became heavier and heavier.

Wu Yang began to feel that the "court technique" should not be as simple as Ah Ming said. He guessed that Amin had any scruples, or maybe something, that he couldn't say.

The emotional changes of the little ones are written on their faces and actions. Although Ah Ming still eats with Wu Yang every day, does some work together, and occasionally feeds the "Heavenly Gods" together, it is obvious that there are fewer and fewer words with Wu Yang.

Maybe it was because of that incident, and another life and death, Wu Yang, the number one killer in the world, now seems to be easily touched by other people's emotions.

Looking at Ah Ming, who had the grace to save his life, there was more and more silence, and the killer Da Wu Yang, who had always been indifferent, spent half a day making a wooden sword for Ah Ming, who was going to travel through the desert in the future. First, he wanted to give Ah Ming something to do, so that Ah Ming didn't have to worry too much about his father, second, he could teach Ah Ming some kung fu to defend himself and repay the grace of saving his life, and third, to avoid improper comfort. Wu Yang knew very well that he comforted without knowing the situation, such as scratching his boots, and it was easy to have a backlash.

Time flows quietly like water in the West River.

"Ah Ming, how many days is it since I arrived in Shishui Village?" Wu Yang accosted Ah Ming, who was sitting at the gate of the courtyard.

"The sixteenth day is up. Today is the fifteenth day of Daddy and Grandma's 'pilgrimage'. Amin counts the days every day, and every time, "I should be back today." ”

"Will definitely be back today. Wu Yang felt very defeated in his accosting skills, walked over and touched Ah Ming's head, and gave hope.

Just as Wu Yang was comforting Ah Ming, a crisp bell with extremely strong penetrating power quickly spread in the water village. I saw Ah Ming exclaim, "I'm back!" and then jumped up.

Soon, the village erupted in the sound of children chirping and joy. Wu Yang listened to the joy and happiness in the voice, watched the children running noisily towards the west of the village, went back to the house and quickly sorted out their clothes, and followed the children's voices to the west.

This was the first time Wu Yang had seen piety.

Everyone was blindfolded with a black belt, kneeling on their knees, their palms folded above their heads, and a burning incense stick was held between their palms, the audience was quiet, Wu Yang couldn't even hear the sound of their breathing, only saw the cigarette curling quietly.

At the front of the entire kneeling phalanx, there was a man dressed in a black cloak, white tiger head boots, and a warlock dressed as a sorcerer. This sorcerer was covered by a cloak, and Wu Yang was behind him, so he couldn't see his physique and face at all.

Wu Yang didn't know what gods and Buddhas they worshipped, and he didn't want to disturb them, so he dodged and hid aside, carefully observing everything in front of him.

Suddenly, just as the incense was about to burn out and the last ash collapsed, a silver bell with a silver glow flashed from the black-clad man's sleeve.

Wu Yang had been staring at the position of the magician, and he didn't have time to dodge, and his eyes were pierced by the silver light from the bell that suddenly appeared, and a burst of whiteness flashed in front of his eyes.

It took a moment for Wu Yang's vision to recover. It's just that the warlock is long gone, and Armin is holding the black belt that has just been blindfolded, rushing towards the tall and burly man in the crowd.

The man caught Ah Ming, who was rushing towards him, and threw it high into the air, and the whole crowd echoed with happy and happy laughter.

Wu Yang wanted to go out immediately and thank him for saving his life, but he couldn't bear to spoil Ah Ming's happiness, so he got up and returned to Ah Ming's house first.

After a while, Wu Yang heard Ah Ming's voice and hurried out to greet him. As soon as he saw Ah Ming's father, Wu Yang knelt down and thanked him.

"In Xia Ma Qing, thank you for the hero's life-saving grace!" In these days with Ah Ming, Wu Yang learned many legendary stories of Ah Ming's father, and admired many of Ah Ming's father's deeds very much, so he was commensurate with a hero.

"Heroes don't dare to be heroes, but they walk in the desert all year round, and if you can help, you can help! You Central Plains people have many rules, I am a desert man, you and I can be commensurate with each other, and there is no need to be polite. Ah Ming's father is really a happy and refreshing person, he doesn't take strangers seriously, and turns to Ah Ming's mother and says: "Mother-in-law, this 'pilgrimage' went well, the pony brothers will not die, go and give some side dishes, let's celebrate!"

The wind and sand of the desert do not distinguish between men and women, and the women are completely devoid of water spirit. However, the water village is not still watery, and the women are just as desert as the men, and their cheeks are engraved with the unique colors of the desert heroes.

Ah Ming's mother's body is wide and proportionate, and she is recognized as a stunner in Shishui Village. Especially the hot figure, if you don't have such a wide body, you can't stand it, with the unique color of the desert, but it is also another extreme beauty. Ah Mingniang, who has such a hot body and figure, has always been a bird to her husband. After listening to Ah Ming's father's instructions, he took Ah Ming to the kitchen together, leaving two dry and strange old men.

Ah Ming's father shuttles in the desert all year round, and is the main backbone of the caravan after trading in various places, coupled with his natural bold personality, it can be said that there is no nag that cannot go on.

Wu Yang didn't know anything about his background. For as long as he can remember, he has followed his master to practice martial arts in the deep mountains where he doesn't know what to call it. Before he was sixteen years old, he had no contact with the outside world, and all his knowledge of the world came from his master's narration. Although he had been away from Master for five years now, his isolation and indifference had never left him. What's more, killers don't need any connections. Therefore, Wu Yang has always cherished words like gold.

This two people who are cold and hot, with completely opposite personalities, may have a speculative conversation because they are both people with stories.

Ah Ming's father is a simple and rugged man, for him, although Wu Yang on the opposite side is indeed a little difficult for him to see, but this does not affect him to chat with Wu Yang. Wu Yang, who felt complicated, faced with such a simple and rugged Ah Ming's father, his killer's vigilance and vigilance seemed to have relaxed.

Ah Ming's father is an adult that Wu Yang has never met, he has no special pursuits, and he does not have so many scruples, and his life is simple and realistic.

Maybe after experiencing life and death, or maybe because of that incident, Wu Yang's views on many things have changed dramatically in just half a month.

If the scene at this moment is transmitted to the Central Plains Kingdom, I am afraid that no one will believe that Wu Yang, the number one killer in the world, will go to chat with others at the dinner table.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Ah Ming's father touched his bulging belly with one hand, patted Wu Yang's shoulder with the other and said: "Brother Pony, the eldest brother just came back today, and he is tired and tired, so he won't accompany you! Go and rest first! You also rest early! This is called 'coming to the future' in your Central Plains, let's talk about it another day......

Ah Ming's father didn't treat Wu Yang as a guest at all, and after he finished speaking, he staggered to his feet, and entered the house with Ah Ming's support.

After Wu Yang went back to the room and lay down, he couldn't help but feel sad when he looked at the sky cut by the window.

In the five years since he came down the mountain, he has killed one hundred and fifty-two people. After experiencing this life and death, in addition to a sense of awe for life, he also had deeper and deeper doubts about himself.

Just as Wu Yang was feeling sad about all this, a voice suddenly flashed in his ears. The voice was brief and rapid, but hastily stopped. The killer's vigilance was already part of Wu Yang's blood, and he quickly got his luck above his ears, his body turned over a few times, and he stood silently dozens of meters above the roof.

Without the wind and sand of the desert, the night is quiet.

Wu Yang Gui listened intently. The sound came and went so fast that ordinary people's hearing couldn't catch it at all. What kind of sound? Wu Yang glanced around a few places, but found nothing.

Back in the room, Wu Yang had just laid down, but unexpectedly heard a "creak" from next door. I saw Wu Yang leap into the air, and he stuck upside down on the wall like a gecko.

I only heard a female voice say: "You are ...... lightly"

Before the woman finished speaking, Wu Yang couldn't help but blush, his blood flowed backwards, his palms flicked on the wall, and he fell on the bed.

However, after lying down again, whether Wu Yang was lying down or getting up to meditate, he just turned over and over.