"I give...!" The desire to survive still defeated everything.
The moment he shouted out, the middle-aged man flew out to get him back. The moment I saw the belt card fall off, the Taoist priest already regretted it.
Although the person was rescued, his eyes were blurry and his soul-shattering appearance was no different from that of death.
In the end, only the Taoist priest named Wang Ye was left. He was covered in injuries. Every time his fellow disciples shouted that sentence, he would grit his teeth and stamp his feet.
Then he continued to pick up the wooden sword in his hand and stabbed the horses around him without hesitation.
At this time, no one spoke, and the silence was better than the sound.
I originally thought that drunkards would secretly help, or help at critical moments, and in a very pretentious manner, save the person at the last moment, and then tell him that I am your senior in Maoshan.
But nothing happened!
It really didn't happen!
Until the moment Wang Ye died, the alcoholic maniac remained motionless. Even his face and eyes did not change at all.
The man was fighting the last moment he fell. His hand was tightly holding the wooden sword. Although it was already so weak, he was still thinking of a way to swing the next sword.
I can't describe this feeling. There were more than 10 pairs of eyes standing in front of me, looking so indifferently at a man being beaten to death by eight war horses and two humanoid monsters.
brush!
When Wang Ye was completely dead, the drunkard reached out and grabbed the waistband from his waist, and put it into his personal space.
"This fellow Taoist doesn't need to insult people, right? Although I don't have any good impression of Maoshan, I am definitely not the kind of stubborn person who beats everyone to death with one stick.
This young man has proven himself with practical actions."
"It's just personal preference. I wonder if this fellow Taoist has any opinions?" The drunkard seemed to be in a good mood.
The drunkard's language made many people present dissatisfied, especially this man. I think this man is not bad. He dares to love and hate. If I don't like you, I just don't like you. But what you do makes me take things seriously.
Take you seriously.
When the three surviving Maoshan Taoist priests saw this scene, they no longer had the desire to resist, and just looked straight at the waist badge held by the alcoholic maniac.
An old woman named Ma hesitated several times, but she still held back.
"I don't want to be associated with people like you." After saying that, he turned around and left without saying a word.
When the other people saw someone entering, they also wanted to follow him. Except for the old woman, there was no one in the intersection.
"Why didn't you save him?" I had already endured it for dozens of times before I asked the drunkard in a questioning tone after the people left.
"Why should I save him?" He said it as a matter of course and took out the wine and drank it hard all over his face. It didn't matter.
"Why don't you save him if you have the ability? Aren't you from Maoshan? I see that you are from Maoshan and also a disciple of Maoshan. To be honest, you should be his senior, why don't you lend a helping hand?"
"Why do you want to lend a helping hand? Oh, according to what you said, I should be in charge of heaven and earth, right? Turtle, do you know what this is? This is something that can kill people, not playing house, people like them
, if you don’t experience the transformation of blood and fire, what kind of body will you have?”
I was just a little aggrieved at first, but when I heard this sentence, I immediately felt unhappy and felt extremely happy.
"You are such a bitch. I look down on you from the bottom of my heart. If you don't take action, you won't take action. Why did you scatter Xiao Fei's pills? You didn't take action? Why did you activate their magic while beating them?
Eight meridians?
What I despise the most is people like you, trash!"
"What does it have to do with you? This is my own business, Mao San."
"Let me tell you, although I am working with you now, I look down on people like you from the bottom of my heart. I know that people are going to die, and I also know that these things are not a joke, but I will never be as cold and heartless as you.
You become a bitch and you still build an archway!"
The drunkard lit a cigarette and took a sip of wine, looking at me with an indifferent expression.
"I helped him this time, what about next time? Will anyone help him next time? What if I can't help him today?
Those decision-makers did not find out what was going on when they sent people out to act cool. Can these juniors be able to withstand it and fight? Why should I pay for this decision-maker's mistake?
To put it bluntly, these young people’s ambitions are as high as the sky and their lives are as thin as paper. This is fate. Why should I pay attention to these things?
Let me tell you Long Laoliu, I have had these naive thoughts of yours, and I have persisted in them for a long time, but what are the facts?
The fact is that the great era is about to come, and thanks to these idle lads, their deaths will be extremely miserable in the end, and some of them even don’t even know how they died!...You..."
"Wait." I stretched out my head and stared at him, interrupting him.
"I don't care what era it is, what era it is, what era it is, what era it is, what bullshit era it is, what I know is that you clearly care about the other person but you don't dare to take action, you just act like a turtle with its head shrinking.
Let me tell you, if it were Xiao Fei today and he was alone and helpless, I would definitely save him, even if I risked my life, I would save him.
Whether or not you can take a shot and whether you can beat him after you take the shot are completely different things.
I don’t understand the bullshit in your mind, but I know as soon as I step on the horse that if my brother is there or someone I care about is there, I will definitely save him if I step on the horse!"
"I'm telling you, don't say anything. I don't know. Even if I know, I still do the same thing when riding a horse. I have met many beings who live a long time. They seem to be bent on death. Today I saw you, a dog.
Look, I understand, you are not seeking death at all, but you are just a bunch of garbage who are afraid of death!
Just because you have lived too long, you are afraid of death when you ride on a horse, and I am afraid of death too!
But I will tell you today, even if I am afraid of death, I will not be like a bitch like you... I stand up a memorial arch and look like I have a story to tell when I ride a horse, rubbish!..."
I yelled at the other person without any hindrance. I was so angry. At first I was just indignant and felt that this little Taoist priest was a pity. But after he said those words, I became furious.
He didn't refute me from beginning to end. He lowered his head and gave an inexplicable forced smile at the corner of his mouth. He must have experienced a lot of things, and he must have received much more abuse than this. I just wanted to vent, and had no other meaning...