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"Later...... Your name is Wenwen, can you?"

Ao Yan thought about it for a long time, and finally held back such a name, in fact, he originally wanted to take some literary names, such as taking the name of "Tiger" from the passage "There is a tiger in the heart, sniffing the rose" is quite good, but the name "Zhaocai" is also very pleasing. It's just that the female mosquito is ferocious, and it is best to take a "wolf dog" or "tiger wolf" or "Tibetan mastiff".

But when the words came to his mouth, he saw that the mosquito was only the size of a child's palm, so he blurted out the word "Wenwen".

Thinking about it like this, Ao Yan suddenly found that he could take so many good names, which he could keep for now, and then use this to use when he subdued other subordinates in the future.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your name. Wenwen's delicate female voice was filled with joy.

"Alright, you go down. Ao Yan waved his hand, the mosquito flew up, flew a foot and then suddenly turned back, Ao Yan wondered: "Is there anything else?"

"The king, although he can't gather the tribe and raise an army for the king, the little one has an idea that I don't know whether to say or not. ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

"The king's blood beads are rich in willpower, and they are the supreme nourishment for our races, if the king can drip the blood beads into the water......"

Before the mosquito finished speaking, Ao Yan's eyes immediately lit up, and he thought of a better idea, he picked up the gourd sword and thought: "I will put water in it, and then drop in some blood beads, so that a culture pool can be formed, as long as there are enough mosquito eggs in it, mosquitoes can always give birth...... The mosquitoes that absorb my blood beads are undoubtedly much stronger...... That way, I can build my own mosquito army and take it with me!"

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Ao Yan was still groping, and the time passed unconsciously, and it was evening in a blink of an eye.

At this time, the sun was setting, the west was boiling like a fire, and a tattered old beggar walked briskly from the distant sheep intestine path with a twisted quinoa cane and a dark and broken bowl.

When he arrived at the entrance of Xiangliu Village, his pace suddenly slowed down, his back hunched up, and he looked very old.

With his messy white hair revealing a sad look, he staggered into the village, and saw a sturdy old man over sixty years old weaving straw sandals at the door of a household, and walked forward.

"This kind man, okay, give a bowl of water to drink. ”

Wu Liujiu, who was weaving straw sandals, saw a bowl in front of him, looked up and saw that it was a beggar with chapped lips, his eyes were surprised, he put down his hand and took the bowl and turned into the house.

After a while, he came out with a bowl of water.

The beggar was full of drinks, hurriedly thanked him, said a few words to Wu Liujiu, and then started talking, and before long, they became acquainted.

Wu Liujiu suddenly felt strange in his heart, Xiangliu Village is located in the middle of nowhere, except for mountains and rivers within a radius of five miles, there is no second village, but it is close to Mayfly Town after five miles, and it is surrounded by villages under the jurisdiction of the town. It is more prosperous there, how did this beggar find here?

In the end, "the roots of the tree are old, and the people are old", there is more of an eye.

He pretended to bow his head and make straw sandals, and when he glanced at the man's hands, he saw that they were thick and powerful, but they were by no means the hands of the old peasants, for they were only thick, not rough at all, and besides, they were very trimmed, and there was not a trace of dirt in the nails.

"Hehe!" he sneered in his heart, but there was no trace on the surface and asked: "How did the old brother come out, could it be that there was a natural disaster in his hometown, the taxes were serious and the harvest was not good?"

The old beggar patted his thigh and said bitterly, "Hey...... Don't hide it from my brother, my younger brother's parents died when he was a child, and he and his sister depended on each other, but then there was a flood in his hometown, and he was separated from his sister, and he was looking for it all these years, alas...... The little brother spent all his body and was entangled, so he had to beg all the way to find out the news, but it was a pity...... Recently, there has been a sudden drought in the south, and the towns are selling water, but how can I have any money, I begged a few villages, and I didn't even drink half a mouthful of water. ”

Speaking of this, the beggar's cloudy eyes lit up, and he looked at Wu Liujiu and said, "Fortunately, fortunately, I met you, brother, ......."

"This climbs along the pole, old man, when will I become your brother, tsk!" Wu Liujiu pouted in his heart, there was a big drought in other places, this person spoke half-truths and half-truths, how could ordinary people be confused.

But he is not a fool if he can be a village, and if you think about it, this person's purpose should be related to the Hubo Temple in his village.

So he pretended to be familiar with the old beggar's hand and said, "Brother, let me tell you, you don't need to thank me." If it weren't for the blessing of the gods in our Xiangliu Village, there would have been plenty of rain a few days ago, and now it is estimated that people would have gone without a trace. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the foot of Dongtou Mountain.

The beggar looked at a large field of lush crops, which were very luxuriant and conspicuous, and the surprise, astonishment, and doubt in his eyes flashed away.

This scene happened to be seen by Wu Liujiu, and he was silent to see what this person wanted to do.

The old beggar turned his head to Wu Liujiu and said, "This is really a good place with beautiful mountains and rivers, it seems that the gods in your village are really effective, brother." ”

Hearing the praise, Wu Liujiu thought that he was talking again, so he said: "That's - the Lord Hu Bo of our village is no better than the gods of other villages, just an empty shelf standing in a temple!"

However, when I said this, I suddenly found that the Hubo Temple was really too small, so I thought about it and planned to demolish the God of Wealth Temple and the Land Temple another day and rebuild the Hubo Temple.

"Huh, it turns out that the old brother believes in Hubo in the village, and I thought that the letter in Gazi Village, which I passed by, was Red Daxian. ”

"Red Daxian?" Wu Liujiu somewhat understood this person's purpose, so he deliberately said: "I'm sorry! Red Daxian has a bird! Brother, let me tell you, what kind of Red Daxian dog Daxian is crooked." Our village Hubo Temple, hundreds of years, brother, look, this is orthodoxy, orthodoxy!"

"Oh, that's so......" the old beggar had a cold light in his eyes.

Wu Liujiu's dizzy old eyes looked at it in his heart, thinking that this person is not good at stubble, and it is not easy to provoke, but since he dares to fight the idea of Hubo Temple, then let the temple wish to come, so he said: "Brother, it is very difficult for you to find relatives, it is not easy." You, you might as well go to our village Hubo Temple to offer incense, beg his old man, as long as he is pious, his old man is very merciful, and he will help you. ”

"Oh, where is the temple?" said the old beggar.

Wu Liujiu squinted his old eyes and pointed to the black-tiled and white-walled hut in place, like a loving elder, but everyone in the village knew that this appearance was more like an old fox who let his prey fall into a pit.

Before he finished speaking, a calm and young voice suddenly sounded: "The temple is there, I will take you there if you want to go." ”

As soon as Wu Liujiu heard this voice, he turned his head with joy in his heart, turned his back to the old beggar, and saw that it was indeed the young man in his impression.

He hugged his fists, gestured to Ao Yan with his eyes, and said, "It turned out to be a temple wish, the old man's legs and feet are inconvenient, and he bothered you." ”

Ao Yan looked at it, silently comprehended, nodded and took the old beggar with him.

When he was far away, he heard Wu Liujiu shouting behind him: "Brother, what's your sister's name!"

The old beggar was stunned for a moment, and was about to make up a name, when he suddenly heard the young man next to him say, "Is your sister's surname Xie?"

Suddenly, his complexion changed, thinking that maybe it was a coincidence, but then he heard the young man say, "It's called Xie Xiaolan." ”

Squeak!

The beggar's fist clenched suddenly, the cane in his hand made a slight popping sound, and the air around him seemed to stagnate suddenly, becoming viscous and oppressive!

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