Exercising, it seems to be the meaning of the walking messenger, negative Qingfeng understands it this way, and if you interpret it literally, you can't find a more appropriate one.

So, yes or no, give it a try to find out.

Raise your watch and wait quietly for time to pass, and the speed of time here is the same as that of the outside world.

The pointer jumped from one point to two o'clock, and the negative green wind did not delay for a second, and the moment the pointer jumped, he disappeared into this space.

In front of the bedside table, the negative green wind stood there steadily, and the stopwatch was still a string of zeros, if you ignored the milliseconds behind.

Where the negative green wind stands, the number of the stopwatch is changing, proving that time has changed from standing still to starting.

"Nice place, so it's more convenient to do things. ”

Negative Qingfeng walked out of the room, pondering whether his guess was right or not, the substitute, and the other side, the unknown.

Maybe it's over, and it's dead!

While thinking about it, Negative Qingfeng came to the old locust tree, feeling the coolness under the branches and leaves, and the sparse sunlight shone on Negative Qingfeng's face through the branches and leaves, which was a little unpredictable.

"Cluck, cluck, ........."

Under the courtyard, the old hen's cry came, and the negative Qingfeng looked and found that the old hen was being chased, and the chicken was his family, and the person chasing the chicken was not his family, and the answer was not difficult to guess.

didn't say anything, Negative Qingfeng just watched, watching the chasing person move and move, not that he couldn't react, but that his thinking was very different from others.

People, he doesn't know, for the negative Qingfeng who doesn't go out of the door all day long, except for his family, that is, his grandparents, other people, have no interest in knowing, or rather, except for good people, he won't know any stranger.

What is a good person, it is not clear to distinguish between negative and green winds, and people in the world are not clear, those who do good deeds may be good people, but in the eyes of others, they are not good people, this is a paradox.

And the person who steals the chicken in front of him is not a good person in his eyes, because it is he who suffers, not others, so he is not a good person.

Negative Qingfeng watched like this, watching the man carry his chicken away, and Negative Qingfeng didn't stop him, but wrote him down, and then followed.

There weren't many people in the village, only a dozen or so families, less than fifty people, and those who had some ability all walked out and never came back.

Walking on the dry and hard dirt ground, Negative Qingfeng watched the figure carrying the chicken shrink his head and walked forward, stopping at a dilapidated brick house.

Negative Qingfeng watched him push open the old wooden door and walked in, the door seemed to be so fragile that it would be scrapped with a little more force, but the door did not fall down, and was covered again.

Negative Qingfeng walked to the outside of the house on the path of broken branches and dirt, and looked inside with a larger hole, and the person just now was handling the chickens stolen from Negative Qingfeng's house.

"Haha, that chicken is so easy to steal, it's easy every time. ”

Wang San was complacent, he rarely succeeded in stealing other chickens on weekdays, and he was either found to give up or chased and beaten, which was very unpleasant.

And since he found out that he went to steal the old man's chickens, he found the sweetness, the grandson is a sick ghost, he is in the house all day, and he comes out very regularly, except for morning and evening, the sick ghost basically does not come out.

And the negative old man will also go to the field to work, what people don't understand is that so many families have the best time in his house, the house is newly built, the small courtyard is also very wide, it seems to be specially made, and the utensils are not bad.

The most important thing is that the chickens of this house are best stolen, and those who have action and threats go out, and those who have no action, and the sick ghosts who seem to die when they push it are not a threat, if he Wang San can't even deal with this kind of person, it is better to die.

There is no threat, and it is best to steal, so that Wang San has become a frequent visitor to the negative Qingfeng family, but he is a villain and unpleasant.

After a short while, the chicken had been plucked out, and it was only three or five minutes in Wang San's hands, without hot water, let alone other things, but the chicken feathers fell to the ground.

Negative Qingfeng, who watched the whole process, had surprise in his eyes, this kind of skill may not be possible even if he kills tens of thousands of chickens, and Wang San can only be said to be talented.

"Nice workmanship. ”

Negative Qingfeng whispered, and there was unpretentious praise in his tone, as if the other party was not killing his chicken.

A pile of firewood was lit by Wang San, and the crackling sound of the firewood burned sounded one after another in the house, there was a lot of firewood, and it was obvious that Wang San had already had reserves.

"He was a visionary. ”

Negative Qingfeng commented again, there is a beginning and an end to doing things, and he knows how to take precautions, this is the experience of survival, and he deserves the comments of negative Qingfeng.

The five organs of the chicken have been separated, placed in the lid of the clay pot with a missing mouth, not wasted, it is a person who knows how to cherish, and the negative Qingfeng is more and more satisfied.

The plucked chicken was roasted on the fire by Wang San with an iron rod the size of a thumb, and soon there was a burst of fragrance, but the negative Qingfeng was unmoved, just watched.

Watching him kill chickens, and then eating his stomach, after Wang San patted his belly and smiled with satisfaction, Negative Qingfeng felt that the time had come.

"If you eat one of my chickens, I will give you a creation, it must be very fair, well, I'm afraid there is more than one. ”

"Oh, yes, that's good. ”

Outside the brick wall, at the hole that was broken, Negative Qingfeng stretched out a finger and pointed at Wang Sanyao, who was in good agreement.

The black dots on the fingertips spread out, growing larger and larger, and constantly leaving the fingers, moving forward little by little and at a very uniform speed, expanding the area around as they moved.

Wang San held a dead wood branch in his mouth, and lay on the bed made of several wooden planks with his eyes closed, humming an unknown song.

The black hole expanded to the size of a portal and there was no movement, but the speed of the advance did not decrease at all, and as the distance became farther away, the face of the negative Qingfeng also turned pale, but he smiled.

Because the purpose has been achieved.

The black hole has disappeared, and Wang San has disappeared, as if nothing had happened, everything is so weird and natural.

"Ahem!!"

His body was a little weak, and his whole body was as soft as a soon-to-cook noodle, but he was very happy because he had personally given people a creation.

People don't always say that the world is so big, and if you want to take a look, Negative Qingfeng will send you a world to see if the world is wonderful.

Dragging his body, he returned home with a negative green wind, the reclining chair under the old locust tree was still shaking, there was no wind, it was just a negative green wind lying down.

As black as in the past, there is no time, no sun and moon replacement, ordinary, and mysterious.

Not far away, there was a person lying down, he was Wang San, and he was carrying Qingfeng, staring at the white light that he couldn't go.

I don't know if it's wrong.

But it's wrong, what's the matter, this is a creation, a creation that ordinary people want and can't get, and he can give it to the negative green wind.