There are still many love stories between humans and animals, such as the American beauty and King Kong, Xu Shilin and the White Snake. But there are not many such poses as Wang Busui and the Wolf, which are displayed in front of everyone without any scruples. After all, these are

It is a deformed love, which is still unacceptable from a secular perspective.

The three of them were stunned. They saw one man and one wolf lying there motionless. No one could guess what happened. They could only wait on the side, not daring to act rashly.

Zhang Jinghui stood quietly not far away, her heart pounding, and she always had an ominous feeling, a dull pain, as if the thing she cherished most was about to be lost.

Qian Duoduo waited anxiously for a long time and guessed: "My immortal brother will die together with this wolf, right?"

This is understandable. After all, how can an ordinary person be the opponent of a beast with bare hands? The story of Wu Song fighting a tiger is just a lie.

They don't think Wang BuSi can kill the evil wolf.

"No, the king will not die until he dies," Zhang Jinghui said firmly, with undoubted persistence in her tone.

As he walked towards Wang Busheng, Qian Duoduo stopped him and said, "Sister Jinghui, don't go there, it's dangerous."

Zhang Jinghui did not stop and walked to Wang Busheng's side.

Zhang Jinghui was heartbroken when she saw Wang Busui's eyes wide open and his expression unbending, and tears flowed down drop by drop.

Falling flowers intentionally flow,

The ruthless flowing water hides the fallen flowers.

Sadness is the most painful year,

Always hurt the heartless

God makes people tear apart their heart and lungs,

Why do bad luck always accompany you?

At this moment, this scene is heart-wrenching,

Can't bear to look back on past feelings.

What is love, how much sorrow,

What is love empty and long.

When she lost, Zhang Jinghui finally realized her feelings. Maybe he was very different from the partner in her heart. Maybe we didn't understand each other yet. Maybe their relationship was very fragile. Short-term love is also love, and simple love is also love. In the world

There is no greater pain than to have it solved before it even started.

Zhang Jinghui was speechless, squatted down, stretched out her hand and silently closed Wang Bushit's eyes.

Qian Duoduo and Qian Duoduo also came over, kicked the dead wolf, and then turned their eyes to Wang Busui's body. They were also heartbroken. After all, he died to protect everyone. He died a great death, and died.

Its place.

The battle with the evil wolf was still very fierce. The evil wolf also felt the power of Wang Fusui and used all his strength.

Wang Bushit was also resisting desperately. Suddenly, Wang Bushit remembered the dagger he had just obtained. He kept resisting the wolf's attack with his arm, took out the dagger with one hand, and thrust it into the wolf's belly while it was rolling.

, and then after some stirring, the evil wolf suddenly stopped moving and died.

Wang Bu was exhausted and lay there without wanting to move. Suddenly, another trace of memory came to his mind. This time it was much clearer than before. He thought of his reincarnation at Naihe Bridge and Meng Meng.

I wanted to recall the ugly face of Grandma Meng, but I couldn’t think of anything else. I vaguely remembered what I said when I talked to Grandma Meng. It turned out that I was a chef during my lifetime. No wonder I was so excited when I saw pots and pans.

The sense of intimacy is probably one of the main reasons why my cooking is delicious. I traveled through time with my cooking skills.

Wang Bu Die wanted to recall more, but he couldn't remember it. He saw a hand coming in front of him. Wang Bu Die stopped thinking about it and asked hurriedly: "What do you want to do?"

Hearing Wang Bu die's voice, the three of them were startled. Even Qian Duoduo, who had a soft spot for white-haired zombies, was frightened. He said in a trembling tone: "Brother Bu die, don't worry, I will do it for you when I get back."

I will set up a memorial tablet for immortality, burn incense every day, and offer a lot of tributes. On the anniversary of your death, I will burn some servants, old women, beautiful maids, etc. for you, and you can go with peace of mind."

Qian Duoduo also said at the side: "Yes, yes, the money for furniture and paper will not be less. You can go with peace of mind, otherwise, if you stay in this world for too long, Xiao Yiyun, the chief secretary of the Reincarnation Department, will blame you and you will be punished."

The more Wang Bu Shou listened, the more he understood. He pushed away the evil wolf on his body, stood up and asked, "What are you talking about? What about maids giving paper money? What do I need that thing for? I'm not dead."

Seeing Wang Busui stand up, Qian Duoduo and Qian Duoduo instinctively took a few steps back. Qian Duoduo pulled Zhang Jinghui, but Zhang Jinghui did not move. She kept staring at Wang Busui, wiped the tears from her eyes and said happily: "He

If you are not dead, how can a ghost have a shadow?"

Wang Busui really wanted to remind Zhang Jinghui that ghosts also have shadows, such as ghost shadows. He just thought about it and forgot about it. He didn't want to be regarded as a dead person. It was not easy to travel through time. Po Meng's pot of soup was too filling.

Qian Duoduo also observed carefully. After the rain, the sky cleared, and he saw the shadow of Wang Busui, and asked cautiously: "Brother Busei, are you really not dead?"

Wang Bushit shrugged his shoulders and said, "I wasn't dead in the first place, it was him who died." He pointed at the fallen wolf, pulled out the dagger from its belly, and blood gurgled out of the wound.

He looked at the dagger in his hand and saw that it was indeed a treasure. He wiped it and put it in his arms.

Wang Busheng's expression suddenly changed, and his voice was filled with fear: "We may all die here."

Everyone didn't know why, but when they looked in the direction of Wang Busui's gaze, their hairs stood on end, and they gasped. They saw a few wolves standing not far away from them, staring at Wang Busui and the others fiercely.

Qian Duoduo asked in a low voice: "Brother Immortal, how are these wolves?"

"Not an opponent," Wang Bushi replied affirmatively.

"That's serious, hurry up." Qian Duoduo felt relieved and patted Wang Busheng on the shoulder to encourage him.

"You're overthinking, I mean I'm no match for them." Wang Bushi smiled helplessly. He was not Superman, Spider-Man, let alone an omnipotent savior. How could he be the match for these beasts?

"What should we do now?" Zhang Jinghui was also a little scared, and she also had the feeling of depression when death comes.

"You guys run, I'll cover you," he said to Qian Duoduo, "remember that the maid must have long breasts and thighs," she pulled out her dagger and rushed toward the wolves.

Wang Busheng doesn't want to be a hero, but now he can only be forced to be a hero. If he leaves them behind, it is not impossible to escape at his own speed, but when he thinks of Zhang Jinghui and others being eaten by wolves, only their bones are left.

, I will be very heartbroken. People always need to know how to sacrifice. Why can’t it be myself who sacrifices.

The three of them were once again stunned. There was no doubt that Wang BuSheng was like a sheep among wolves. This was the rhythm of death. It was so difficult for a wolf and Wang BuSheng to fight, let alone a group of them now.

They didn't say such heroic words as asking not to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but to die in the same year, the same month and the same day, because Wang Busui had already rushed towards the wolves, and the three of them stayed there stupidly, neither going to help nor running away. Wang Busui was a good man.

, you can’t let good people feel cold. Even though you can’t help yourself,

Wang Busui didn't have time to notice the three of them. The moment he took out his dagger and rushed towards the wolves, Wang Busei knew that he was dead. He regretted not composing a poem or reading a few lines, "The wind is rustling and the water is cold,"

Once a hero is gone, he will never return. Otherwise, how can you write your own epitaph? You can't write, "Fight the wolf, the hero died." It is too simple and not general. Besides, tombstones are charged by the piece.

You don't get paid by the word.

Bang bang bang, the wolves that rushed towards Wang Busui suddenly fell from the air, making perfect parabolas. Of course, this was not a slap in the face.

I saw a group of people appearing in front of everyone, all holding guns. An old man who seemed to be the leader walked up to Zhang Jinghui and seemed to be saying something.

Then there were several gunshots, and the remaining wolves fell into a pool of blood. Their bodies were trembling. They probably died in pain. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, they are afraid of kitchen knives. No matter how fierce the pack of wolves is, they are also afraid of hot weapons.

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Wang Bushit was stunned on the spot. He didn't dare to move when he saw the dark muzzle of the gun. No matter how skilled a person is in martial arts, he is afraid of this thing. It is the nemesis of the people of the world.

Zhu Xiluo still knew that political power comes from the barrel of a gun. Therefore, after the situation in the Ming Empire stabilized, he issued a gun ban. Ordinary people were not allowed to own guns, not even shotguns. Today, the king will not die.

How could you not be afraid of someone with a gun like this?

"Uncle Zhang, how did you find me?" Zhang Jinghui asked. It turned out that this was Uncle Zhang, an old man who had stayed in her home for decades.

"Replying to Miss, I couldn't get through the number I called you two days ago. I was afraid of any danger, so I ordered me to come and search. Due to flooding in the mountains, we couldn't go in, so we could only search around. This is already the case.

It's the third day, but fortunately the eldest lady is fine." Uncle Zhang was very respectful, but more importantly, he was affectionate.

"It's my fault for making everyone worry," Zhang Jinghui blamed herself.

"It's okay, Miss." Then he looked at the Qian brothers and sisters and said, "Second Young Master, Third Young Miss, and Duke Zhen Guo are also very anxious. You can go back with me."

Qian Duoduo stuck out his tongue and said sheepishly: "Thank you, Uncle Zhang."

After saying "Wait a moment," Zhang Jinghui walked up to Wang Busheng and said, "It's okay now, let's go down the mountain."

"Who are they?" Wang Bushui pointed at the people with guns and asked curiously.

After saying "my family", he went down the mountain by himself, followed by Wang Busheng.

Uncle Zhang looked at Wang Busheng curiously, said nothing, followed everyone, and called his subordinates to follow him down the mountain.

When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, we saw more than a dozen cars of various sizes at the foot of the mountain. They were all brands that Wang Busheng couldn't name.

Although the speed of modern industry in the Ming Empire is very slow, there are still some modern industries, and some products can be produced independently, such as these cars. However, the Ming Empire still has a strong sense of hierarchy, and what kind of people should do what they want.

Such things, including people's clothing and the rights enjoyed by the people, have very clear requirements. Therefore, the only independently produced product of the Ming Empire can only be used by some high-level officials of the Ming Empire. The common people will not own it, even if

Some wealthy merchants couldn't buy it even if they wanted to, which is why Li Jinzhong drove a Japanese car. Although his father was also an official, the grade was too low, just ninth grade.

Rich people and low-class people can only drive Japanese cars. If Wang Busheng knew the inside story, he would definitely have some doubts about Zhang Jinghui's identity. Some license plates also have the word "英" written on them. The Ming Empire used the word "英" as a
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