Coming out of Laotou Valley, the group trudged through the ice and snow.
The body bag containing Liu Changsheng was carried in the hands of four Hu Xians. At first, Uncle Yang and I were quite embarrassed, but after we went out, the cold wind of more than 30 degrees below zero blew, and we immediately gave up our resistance.
Liu Changsheng's thoughts.
Good guy, not to mention how strong the wind is, the ground is one foot deep and one foot shallow. If you resist another person, you may not even be able to cross the river after walking all night.
"Uncle Yang, take a look, this is what we call a lady, this is what we call elegance and dignity, this is what we call looking back and smiling."
Looking at the back of Hu Yishu not far ahead, I couldn't help but sigh: "This vixen is really well-deserved."
Uncle Yang asked me: "What's going on? Have you fallen in love with someone else?"
I shook my head: "That's not the case. I just think she has a good temperament and a bookish air, but she always calls me husband and speaks in a formal way, which makes me a little uncomfortable."
"Actually, this is the case. The descendants of these immortal families are basically isolated from the rest of the world. They have lived in their own small circles since childhood. What they will become depends on how they are educated by their elders."
Uncle Yang tightened his coat: "By the way, wasn't Liu Qingqing like this when you first met her?"
"she?"
Recalling the first time I saw Qingqing, I curled my lips and said, "Come on, she didn't grow up in the mountains. If you want to say that she was sitting there, she looked like a peerless beauty, but we just met her.
At the moment she looks more like a vixen than a vixen.
And she’s become more and more outrageous recently, you don’t know, she’s even jealous!”
"You are in the midst of blessings and don't know how to be blessed."
Uncle Yang squinted his eyes and looked at Hu Yishu, then lowered his voice and asked me: "Come on, Xiaogu, let's talk about something men should talk about. You think if this Miss Hu Er and Liu Qingqing, these two girls would strip off their clothes and come in front of you.
At one stop, which one do you choose to sleep at?"
I blinked at him twice: "Um... can't you just take off your clothes? I like to wear some clothes."
Uncle Yang nodded: "Okay, then both of you can wear your favorite clothes, whether it's pajamas or underwear. Who do you choose?"
I didn't hide it and told Uncle Yang: "To be honest, I will definitely choose Miss Hu Er."
He was not surprised: "What's the reason?"
I was a little hesitant: "It's hard to say, maybe it's because she's good-looking? She has temperament? Or maybe she's more attractive as a vixen?"
Uncle Yang asked again: "Then I want you to choose someone to marry?"
I didn’t even think about it: “That must be Qingqing!”
“Isn’t that enough!”
Uncle Yang clapped his hands: "To put it bluntly, what attracts you to Miss Hu Er is nothing more than freshness."
I hummed: "That makes sense, but why didn't you ask me if I would choose Yingying?"
"Yingying? Hehe, even if I ask this question, can you give me the answer?"
Uncle Yang smiled and shook his head: "What I'm more curious about than this is, what did she mean when she asked you if you were a virgin just now?"
"Then who knows, but he definitely doesn't want to sleep with me."
I yawned: "By the way, what should I do with the car? It won't be stolen if it is parked on the side of the road overnight."
"No, I wrote a note to Lao Liu and asked him to take the key and find someone to fix it."
Uncle Yang glanced at Hu Yishu in front of him again: "Tsk, tsk, that little butt is twisting, so exciting."
…
You have to be a local and familiar with the road. After walking for less than ten minutes, I heard Miss Hu Er in front of me turned around and shouted: "Mr. Gu, Mr. Yang, we have arrived at the riverside. We will arrive at the other side later."
Be careful and follow closely."
"knew!"
I responded, and Hu Yishu said no more, picked up her skirt, and led us towards the other side of the river.
In fact, the journey was quite smooth. I didn't meet anyone here, nor did I encounter Maozi's border guards.
It's just that they lived quite far away. After crossing the river, they trudged in the snow for almost three hours, climbed over two mountains, and finally arrived at the place after midnight.
But the question is...you call this a cement hole?
Standing in front of that huge cave, Uncle Yang and I were dumbfounded.
The arched doorway in front of us is made of reinforced concrete. It is twenty to thirty meters wide and at least ten meters high. Not to mention parking, you can even throw airplanes and tanks inside.
What's even more outrageous is that on the left side of the open space in front of the cave, a large cylindrical hole with a depth of a hundred meters was dug. There was supposed to be a cover on the hole, but I don't know who removed it.
"This is a former Soviet missile silo that was abandoned decades ago and later became our dojo."
A woman's voice sounded behind them, and the group of people turned back to look.
She was a woman who looked to be in her early thirties, dignified and gentle in appearance.
She was wearing a very thin cheongsam and a cloak, standing in the ice and snow at dozens of degrees below zero.
"Third aunt."
All the Hu immortals saluted one after another.
Hu Yishu also walked over and called to the woman: "Mother."
mother?
I turned my head and glanced at Uncle Yang, and his expression was a bit incredible.
Because at first glance, Hu Yishu and this third aunt look more like the same age. One is in her late teens and the other is in her early thirties. I believe they are sisters.
The third aunt waved her hand and whispered to those Hu Xians: "Put Mr. Liu Da down, you go back first."
The Hu Xians agreed, put the body bags on the ground, and walked in different directions, their figures gradually disappearing into the dark night.
Uncle Yang muttered beside me: "Why do I think this third aunt has a better temperament than her daughter?"
I also imitated what he just said and asked Uncle Yang: "What's the matter, do you like her?"
He was very calm: "You nag, everyone loves beauty. I have been divorced for almost ten years, so I can't think about my happiness for the rest of my life?"
I gave him a thumbs up: "Okay, Uncle Yang, you want to be King Zhou, I'm optimistic about you!"
Uncle Yang glared at me: "Oh, why are you pretending? Don't you also want to be Xu Xian?"
…
After sending those Hu Xians away, Hu Yishu took her third aunt's arm and walked up to us.
"It's been a hard journey, both gentlemen."
The third aunt looked at me: "If I read it correctly, the woman who just hit Hei Qiubai away with her palm is actually a ghost car, right?"
I was a little surprised: "How do you know?"
"Because I was also present when Shu'er dealt with Hei Qiubai. I was just worried that the Hui family would have a backup plan, so I hid in the dark and never showed up."
She still had a smile on her face, but she looked at me and Uncle Yang a little strangely.
"It's cold outside. Gentlemen, please come in and have a rest and drink tea. Don't worry about Brother Liu. I will personally go to Liu's house tomorrow and call someone to pick him up."
After saying that, the third aunt nodded slightly, held up Liu Changsheng and walked towards the cave in front of her.
Uncle Yang and I stood there for a while, feeling a little red in the face and a little embarrassed.
"Uncle Yang, if she keeps following you, will what we just said... be heard?"
"You ask me?"
Uncle Yang pointed at himself and then looked at the backs of the two women in front of him.
Later, he simply waved his hand: "Forget it, just pretend she didn't hear it. Does the man understand what it means?"