Late at night, I had already laid down to sleep, but I was still awakened by the sound of a roaring car. The car suddenly stopped at the door of my house, making a screeching sound of brakes, followed by the sound of climbing over a fence and the sound of someone falling.
There was the sound of branches breaking from the small cherry tree in the yard, and the sound of staggering footsteps. The footsteps suddenly stopped at the door of the building, followed by the doorbell, which sounded like crazy and seemed to never stop.
I had already sat up. When I heard someone climbing over the fence, I quickly put on my coat and shoes. When the doorbell rang, I had already opened the door and walked downstairs.
It's so late at night, who is it? What's going on? I can't help but wonder. Every time a friend or someone asks me for help, no matter how anxious I am, I still ask them to ring the doorbell outside the fence. I will be slow.
I used indoor wireless control to open the fence door and building door, and then I waited quietly in the lobby on the first floor for someone to come in.
I hate people climbing over fences, even though the fence is very short. People who know me well know this. It’s not just that this behavior is impolite. Because I once said that people are not clear-headed when they are too anxious and panicked. I don’t
I hope that others can climb over the fence. In fact, I just hope that those who ask me for help can calm down a little while waiting for the door to open and dispel their anger.
I deliberately put up a sign outside the fence that said (no climbing over the fence), but it turned out that it didn't work. People seemed to be against you. When there was no sign, most people just walked in, but it didn't work.
After putting up the sign, there were more and more people jumping over the fence, as if they were fighting against you. Once, I saw a very familiar friend at the window who had already walked into the yard. I seemed to remember something again and suddenly turned around.
Go out, stand under the sign, shout "I'm here!" and then slowly climb in from the fence, as if you are afraid that I won't be able to see you. I am embarrassed to fall out with these wonderful friends.
When I think of this, I shake my head and sigh, and I can't help but feel funny.
But today was different. Not only did someone climb over my fence, but they did it late at night. It seemed like there was really an emergency.
I was about to open the door to the building when I suddenly heard banging on the door. I was very angry. I had already rang the doorbell, so why did I knock on the door again?
When I opened the door, I was even more angry because the person knocking on the door was Chen Fucai!
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My name is Long Shao. Many of my friends call me Long Shao. I am from Binhai. Binhai, as the name suggests, is close to the sea. This is a big city by the sea in the north. I live in Binhai with my only relative, the master.
suburbs.
The reason why the master is called the master is because the master is senior, has a big temper, has high kung fu, and has a loud voice. Apart from seniority, I don’t have the skills of the master, but I have inherited some of the other things.
The master was an orphan, and he was adopted by an old monk. The old monk was a descendant of a mysterious sect. The master learned the skills of the old monk, and often traveled around the world, becoming very famous in the world.
Once, when the master came back from his travels in the world, it was already 19:00 and the weather was extremely cold. As he was about to reach his house, he found a small package on the roadside. The master walked forward and found that the package contained a package that was covered in bruises from the cold.
He stretched out his hand to check the baby's breathing. After feeling a little breathy, he hugged the baby and ran home.
When the old monk saw the master coming back with a dying baby in his arms, the Buddhists naturally hurriedly rescued the baby out of compassion.
When I opened the package, I found a strange birthmark on the baby's heart. In fact, it is very common for people to have birthmarks. About everyone has them. The location, shape and size of birthmarks vary. It is said that human birthmarks are the result of reincarnation.
It was taken by Po Meng in the underworld when she was reincarnated.
However, the birthmark on this baby's heart is a little different. The birthmark looks like a person's lips growing on the baby's body.
The birthmark is bright red in color, like a person's lips covered with red lipstick, kissing the baby, and accidentally dropping his lips on the baby. The birthmark seems to be spiritual, beating continuously with the baby's heart.
The other parts of the baby were frozen and lifeless. However, the area around the birthmark's heart was warm and somewhat warm.
The old monk was stunned when he looked at the birthmark and stopped.
The master asked, "What's going on?"
"This is the kiss of gods and demons!" the old monk replied.
Seeing the master who was a little puzzled, the old monk told him that it turned out that according to legend, in ancient times, a war broke out between gods and demons. In the end, the gods defeated the demons. However, the great gods who created human beings, such as Pangu and Nuwa, had to protect human beings.
He died of exhaustion, and the slain Demon King swore a poisonous oath that one day, a Demon King kissed by gods and demons would come to the world to bring peace to the world.
The hickeys on babies seem to be kisses from gods and demons.
The old monk's sect is the Dharma Protector sect. Although it is said that during the war between gods and demons, the Dharma Protector sect's immortal cultivation techniques were lost, this legend has been passed down.
"To save or not to save?" the old monk asked.
"Help!" the master said without hesitation.
"That's good! That's good!" The old monk nodded, with a look of relief on his face. "Okay, the Buddha's Dharma is boundless and can save all living beings. As long as it's life, we will save it!"
"Yes, not to mention those are just legends. How can we believe those absurd things in what age we are now!" the master replied.
So the baby was saved.
But I don't know if it was because of the hickey. When rescuing the baby, the old monk's real power was quickly exhausted, and soon the old monk died.
Before he died, the old monk couldn't let go of the hickey on the baby's chest, and kept muttering to himself, "Kiss from gods and demons!"
The baby who survived became stronger and stronger, and there seemed to be nothing special about it. But no one noticed that every night, the color of the hickey suddenly disappeared, and the blood of the hickey entered the baby's heart.
The beating of the heart and the blood flowing throughout the body cleanse the baby.
From then on, the master took care of the baby alone. Suddenly, a big man got a very cute baby. Naturally, he liked it very much. He didn't even go out in the world, but just stayed with the baby for half a step.
Once, a serious plague occurred and many people fell ill.
There is a very precious medicine in the prescription for treating diseases, and that medicine is not available in pharmacies.
The master was compassionate and decided to go to the mountains to collect herbs. But he couldn't worry about the baby and was reluctant to leave it to someone to take care of it, so he packed some medicine to repel mosquitoes, ants, and poisonous insects and carried the baby up the mountain.
The medicine to cure the disease grew on the cliff. The master put the baby on a piece of grass that looked clean, and surrounded the baby with anthelmintic medicine to protect the baby. The baby fell asleep after going through the bumps. The master
After looking at it, I thought, this should be fine. Plus, the baby was covered with a piece of tiger skin from the heart of a tiger. Generally, wild animals would not dare to harass it.
The master hurriedly climbed the cliff. He knew that there was medicine in that place.
After collecting the medicine, the master quickly climbed down, about a few feet below the cliff. He turned around suddenly, feeling a sharp pain in his heart and heartbroken. Because the master saw a colorful thing on the baby's body.
It crawled towards the baby's mouth, and the baby's hands seemed to be pulling endlessly, as if trying to pull the thing out. The master's eyes were good, and he could already tell that the thing crawling towards the baby's mouth was a thick and colorful thing.
Centipede.
You must know that centipedes are one of the five poisons. Even if an ordinary centipede bites such a small baby, it is almost fatal. Centipedes in deep mountains and old forests are more poisonous. Centipedes with thick bodies and colorful colors like this are even more highly poisonous.
It is an extremely centuries-old poison. Even adults, not to mention babies, are not immune to one bite.
The master's vision went dark, his heart became cruel, and he jumped off the cliff.
The master rushed to the baby's side in a few short steps, dreaming that he could pull the huge centipede out of the baby's mouth, and maybe he might be lucky enough to survive.
The master's tears could not stop flowing down. He deeply regretted his behavior. If only he had not brought the baby with him, it would have been better if he had entrusted the baby to the neighbor's old woman who seemed very nagging and annoying. I thought of it.
The pink and white baby died under his eyes. The master wanted to hit him to death. The master stretched out his hand to grab the big centipede, but he was stunned!
Because the master discovered that the baby was not dead! The baby seemed to be extremely hungry. He was holding a centipede as thick as a sausage and bringing it to his mouth. He kept chewing it, regardless of the smell of the centipede itself. He was already eating it with relish.
The centipede's back half was eaten. The centipede remained dead but not stiff. The centipede's front half struggled desperately in the baby's hands, twisting and twisting, trying to escape from the baby's clutches.
, but the baby grabbed the centipede tightly and refused to relax. As the baby bit the centipede, the centipede struggled more and more weakly, and it seemed that the centipede would not survive.
The baby's big black eyes were darting around, and he suddenly saw the master who had rushed back. Knowing that he was a relative, he grinned and burst into laughter.
The master snatched half of the centipede from the baby's hand, kicked it with all his strength, and crushed the centipede into mud. Then he picked up the baby, as if he had died once, and burst into tears, holding the baby tightly.
Hold her in your arms and never let go.
But the baby suddenly ran out of food and started crying.
The master was startled and thought, could the baby's body be bitten by that centipede? He quickly untied the baby's clothes and found that there were two centipede teeth biting tightly at the hickey on the baby's chest. It was probably the baby.
The centipede was pulled off when he was pulling it. The master felt nervous, fearing that the baby was poisoned, but the baby showed no signs of poisoning, but the hickey on the baby's chest became more and more vivid.
The master pulled out the centipede's teeth, and with doubts, he held the baby in his arms again, thinking, whether you are a god, a demon, or a human being, in short, no one can hurt you anymore!
At this time, the master suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right leg. It turned out that the master had suffered a serious fall when he jumped from the cliff. Now that he saw that the baby was fine, he felt relieved and the pain gradually subsided.
That baby is me, Mr. Long!
The master chef and I live in a very dilapidated two-story building in the coastal suburbs. In recent years, due to the development of urbanization, the place where we live has become a sought-after site, and villas and high-end residences have been built nearby.
The small building we live in has also been told by the developer that it will be demolished. To be honest, the environment here is very good. We are not prepared to move out, even if we move back, as long as the price is not too high.
After several unsuccessful negotiations with the developer, the developer himself and some of his men rushed into the courtyard of the small building in a menacing manner. Both the master and I became a little angry.
"You want to stay here? Are you dreaming?" The developer's voice rose.
"That's right! We have lived here for many years, and we just want to stay here!" I was very angry, but I still wanted to solve the problem calmly. But the master didn't say a word. I knew it was because the master was so angry.
Extreme performance.
Of course, this guy is just a scumbag among developers.
When the guy saw that there were only two of us, the master and I, he looked back at the dozen men behind him who were holding sticks and were menacing. After hearing what I said, he couldn't help but became furious, "You can move if I ask you to move. I told you earlier."
You can't come back! What are you talking about? Are you looking for death? Are you impatient with life?"
"I'm so impatient!" I laughed angrily.
"What? You're still fucking laughing! Smash it with me!" The guy gave an order, and more than a dozen of his men started to attack, ready to smash it.
This is so good. Is there any other method? I was furious. At this time, with a sound of "Dang!", a strong man had been kicked out of the courtyard and out of the fence by the master. I was not behind, and kicked
In just a moment, a dozen or so big men were kicked out of the hospital by me and the master.
"How dare you..." At this time, the developer was the only one left in the courtyard. He looked around and found that none of his men were gone, so he immediately stopped talking. Regardless of whether this guy is good or bad, he is a man who can observe people's emotions after all.
A dozen or so strong men were beaten out in an instant, and everyone had to be silenced.
"Of course you dare!" The master and I kicked together and kicked the guy three feet away. Of course, the master and I were measured. We just shocked these people and did not kick them.
The developer got up from the ground, turned around and ran away with his men, cursing as he ran, "Just wait, I'm not done with you! I'll let you know how powerful I am then!"
Of course, the master master and I are not afraid. The developer is named Chen Fucai, and I am even prepared to come to him and teach him a lesson.
Late this night, when I opened the door, I found that the person who knocked on the door to disturb me was the developer Chen Fucai. My anger surged!
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