Naruto: My Fist is the Last Word

Chapter 802 Dreamland

Everyone seemed to have the same dream, and no one went to study this question carefully. The key to the question was that it could not find an answer.

Say that Zhuang Chengbing has read in the village. The school’s dusty roster does not have the name of Wu An.

Say that Zhuang Chengbing is young and will not grow old. Someone will stand up again to refute, blushing and saying, “I just grew up watching Zhuang Chengbing in the circle of friends!” The ghost knows what nonsense Wu An is talking about.

In short, everyone’s understanding of Zhuang Chengbing can be said to be very deep, and at the same time it is completely blank, but this result has satisfied everyone in the village, and slowly dismissed it.

Zhuang Chengbing walked to Wu Nose and sat down next to Wu Nose. Wu An said hello to Wu Nose first.

An adult actually took the initiative to greet him, and Wu’s nose was filled with excitement and joy.

Wu An immediately asked Zhuang Chengbing about it. Gang yu asked Wu Dabing but did not ask for the result, so Wu An only asked Zhuang Chengbing.

“Big brother–”

“Um?”

“Do you know the legend in the village?”

“Three people die every festive season?”

“Yes! Everyone said that, but is it so evil? Our teacher said that this is all fake and superstitious. Our teacher told us not to say such things.”

“Who is your teacher?”

“I don’t know her, I only know that her surname is Zhang, she is from the village next door, and she graduated from normal school.”

“This is indeed false.”

“Well, why did that person die?”

“The function of the body is like a machine. If the parts are broken, it can’t be moved.” Zhuang Chengbing slowly said.

“Where do people go after they die?”

“How do I know where to go?”

Wu’s nose nodded, thoughtfully.

“The ghost movies in the TV series are very scary. Some are responsible for catching ghosts, and they are caught and put in hell. Hell is so scary! There are Hades, the impermanence of the long tongue, the sword mountain oil pot 々~ ”

Zhuang Chengbing was expressionless, and said lightly:

“It can be seen that the world is not beautiful.

Wu’s nose was confused.

“Yeah–Where’s Uncle San?” Wu Sniff raised his head and saw the flock of grass-biting sheep in the distance, the green grass, and the reeds swaying in the wind, but Wu Dabing didn’t know where he went.

Wu An looked around and suddenly found that Wu Daying was running fast in the direction of the village, his nine-foot body shrunk to the size of a soybean.

“Probably I went home with diarrhea.” Wu Nose explained.

Then, Wu An said goodbye to Zhuang Chengbing, saying that he would go home for dinner, and then hopped away like a rabbit.

The wind blew, the rustle leaves fell, and the tree screamed. Zhuang Chengbing stood up and looked at the scattered flocks. The sheep bleated.

“There are only sheep, no shepherds.”

Chapter Two

Wu Daying has lost weight. His original thick arms are now like chopsticks. His sallow face is bulging out, and a pair of bony eyes are spinning in deep-set eye frames.

Wu An was lying on the bed, looking at the tightly closed window at his feet.

It seems that there is something good about the landscape pattern on the curtains.

“It’s probably not long ago,” Wu Dabing thought.

When eating at noon, Lin brought a bowl of shrimp and lean meat porridge, and gave Wu An a small bite. Wu An is really hungry. These days, there is a group of people fighting inside. Wu An told Lin, “I’ll do it myself.”

Just as Lin wanted to agree, he turned around and caught a glimpse of two villagers looking at the door.

So she grabbed her own bowl and wanted to feed Wu Dabing to finish the bowl of porridge.

Don’t look at Lin’s sturdy head and brain, and his voice when speaking was like a big tank being smashed, but he was so quick in his work that he couldn’t be more diligent. The villagers praised her when they saw it.

Time passed slowly, and the small bowl of porridge made Lin scoop into eight hundred tablespoons.

The two folks outside were moldy waiting, so they planned to come back to inquire about the news at night.

“Yeah–how did you pull the bed!”

As soon as they stepped out of Wu Daying’s house with their front feet, Lin’s sharp cry came from behind.

The pattern on the curtains became more and more blurred. Wu Da-bing had never looked at the curtains carefully before. The curtains were bought by the young daughter from other places. At that time, Wu An said that he didn’t need to buy this fashionable thing. The little girl didn’t listen, so she bought it for five thousand yuan. The angry Wu Dabing didn’t talk to her little daughter for a few days.

Five thousand yuan can buy fifteen little lambs, and the little lambs will give birth to new lambs; five thousand yuan can give birth to a lot of money, and when the money is increased more than ten or twenty times, you can build a tall building.

People can see the tall buildings from far and near, but who can see in the silly curtain hanging house?

“Oh-it’s too young to understand anything!” Wu Dabing said in an account, as if he had forgotten his little daughter’s age of thirty.

There is a small stream in Dahong Village with a stone bridge across the river. The villagers call this stream Qianxi, and Shiqiao has no name. In the early years, the bridge was just completed. First, the iron chain connecting the stone pillars disappeared one day and night. Later, even the reinforced concrete stone collapsed, the steel bar was gone, and the rotten stone was still there. It was probably a rural stone. For the sake of value, people just

Replace the fence with bamboo poles.

There is a temple next to the stone bridge. Miaozhu is a widow, surnamed Wang, about fifty years old. The villagers respectfully call the widow of the king the fairy goddess, and some people call the empress. Widow Wang is pious. She lives in a tiled house behind the temple. Her house is dim and dim and messy. But she went to the temple to clean the table on time every day, so no drop of wax oil could be found on the red Eight Immortals table.

Occasionally, the widow Wang also dances the god-tier, and usually two people dance the god-tier. The god-tier is responsible for the dance, and the two gods explain. Widow Wang has a pioneering and innovative spirit. She dances by herself and will explain after she finishes the dance.

Soon little Huarong will come, and then little golden boy will be possessed, and there will be Qingfeng, Yanling, King of Sorrow, and Eight Treasure Arhats.

Sometimes she is accurate, and the person who came to ask (the Zhao) believes it is true, and the widow Wang tells people where this is which way or the other god. Sometimes she was inaccurate. When people asked, she explained: “々God hasn’t come down, these are all my own words. “When people listen to you and shut up, people may say something wrong, and the gods must be right!

Widow Wang was standing on a chair with disheveled hair. She was wearing a yellow dress with a white stripe on her neckline. She had been talking about her for a long time.

It wasn’t until Ma Wu pushed a sacrifice box in front of her that she jumped up, crazy like a fat pig approaching slaughter.

Sing loudly while dancing.

Wu Ma didn’t understand what she sang, but she also watched it with gusto.

Finished dancing, finished singing. Ma Wu immediately leaned forward and asked Widow Wang to explain to her. The two people spoke in a very low voice, slowly, so that the folks who waited outside to watch the excitement were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. seven,