Naruto: My Fist is the Last Word

Chapter 805 promise

“Well-the village chief! I promised. I must go to the altar on time tomorrow.” He said.

When the old village chief heard this, he smiled happily, just as he stretched out his hand to prepare for a handshake, but was rejected by Zhuang Chengbing. The old village chief didn’t mind, thanked him again and again, and then led the two boys away.

Hu Beibei never thought that the human world still needs names. From the perspective of the little human race, the differences between companions are too obvious. For example, for himself, pointed ears are his best mark, so his companions kindly call him: “pointed ears” or “pointed ears”. Humans are different. Hu Beibei believes that humans are too similar, so they

Rely on different naming to distinguish. In this way, this little man, who was about the same height as human teeth, took a name that he thought Haki had leaked-Hu Beibei.

The “Zero Zero Seven” angler hung Hu Beibei’s belt with a fish hook, and slowly and slowly put him into the lake. As he approached the lake, Hu Beibei sighed, then dived into the water abruptly. Dragging a long and heavy fishing line and the pressure of water from all directions, he swims to the deeper water bottom with ease. Little is young, but the boss is strong!

When Hu Beibei descended to a certain depth, the thread tied to the belt pulled him. The length of the line has reached its limit. He gently stepped his foot on a soft water wave, steadily, then took out his microphone from his pocket and began to sing softly

The melodious song disappeared with the deep blue lake water, rippling in the clear lake.

Soon it attracted a large number of spectators-fish, shrimps, and turtles. They ran out of the dark caves and swam from the nearby grassy water bank, enclosing the north of the tiger in the center, and the water could not drain. When a song was finished, they cheered and burst into applause.

They praised Hu Beibei’s good voice and asked Hu Beibei to sing again. Hu Bei Bei Nan was so kind, he could only sing again, and then sang again. After Hu Beibei sang the same song fifteen times, they realized that Hu Beibei would only sing this song. A fish with a wide and smooth forehead told Hu Beibei because he listened to this song too many times

So that the content of the lyrics was forgotten later, and only his constantly changing mouth and undulating voice were left in his heart.

“If you listen to a song too many times, or listen to it too fascinatingly, it is possible to ignore the lyrics.” Hu Beibei explained.

Hu Beibei is not a singer, he is a salesperson.

Anglers put him in the lake and let him sell music in the water. Buyers may pay the price of their lives for this. Underwater creatures who are addicted to beautiful singing will not know that some of their companions will become anglers’ food tonight.

(2)

Hades is the king in people’s mind. Staying underground for a long time, facing the darkness and gloom all day long, so he slowly grew into an ugly face.

When he squinted and smiled, the crow’s feet in the corners of his eyes opened like a fan, and his jagged teeth were exposed outside his thick lips; he was used to giving orders, so the decree lines were extraordinarily deep. No one knows whether his black and white hair has any other meaning. In short, beautiful faces are what people love to hear, but the five ugly people have their own ugliness.

When Yan Wang came to the world, he happened to meet Zhang Laowu’s funeral. Zhang Laowu was a pauper, but the funeral was grand, and two bands were invited. The villagers who watched the funeral followed behind the funeral procession, crowded with people. There are more people watching the excitement than funerals. Hades stood there, frowning at the unpleasant sorrow and joy, and felt sad, so quick

Tears came. He watched for a while, but found that everyone present was very happy.

Zhang Laowu has no friends and is another husband. No one cared when he was alive, and no one was sad when he died. Yan Wangye, who came to join in the fun, cried, and Yan Wangye looked better when he cried than when he laughed.

(3)

He took the high-speed train home from Guangzhou and met an old man on the train. The old man stretched out his wrinkled hand and told him accidentally that he was a performance artist.

“where you go?”

“go home.”

“Are you going home to rest?”

“Sleep,” the old man answered calmly.

He looked a little embarrassed, and immediately changed the subject and asked the old man: “What do you do for work?”

“Plant trees.”

This simple answer made him respect the old man. He thought of the vast desert and the sand of sin.

“Except for art.” The mouth of the old man’s lost teeth is like a small black hole. “–I have another identity besides planting trees. I like to call myself a craftsman–there is no difference between an artist and a craftsman. There are difficulties. The people found me and handed over their dreams to me. Then I was responsible for burying their dreams in the soil and planting saplings. Everyone

They have different dreams, so they grow into trees of various shapes. ”

4.

Hu Beibei once heard all kinds of absurd stories from anglers. At about eight o’clock every night, the angler lights up the waiting fire in the stove in the center of the living room, habitually places one smoke, and the other hand uses a toothpick to remove the shreds of fish between the teeth; after the occasional burp, it smells The scent of alcohol rushed directly to Hu Beibei, who was sitting on the angler’s lap at that time.

Each story of the angler has a distinct commonality-the floor, or the story happens in the room.

In a small room, an old lady in floral clothes with a curly hair forced a young writer to write. Otherwise, she would take a pistol from her cuff to kill the writer. That thick-caliber semi-automatic pistol is quite magical. A few minutes after the writer is killed, the writer will be resurrected, but the moment of death makes the writer particularly painful. So, driven by fear

Below, writers can only obediently accept their fate and write obediently.

“Will he not run away?” The clever Hu Beibei immediately thought of the point.

The angler groaned for a while and said slowly: “It’s a good idea to escape 3.4, but sometimes people can’t escape. Besides, he was still wearing handcuffs on his hands, and the long chains made it difficult for him to get out of the door of the house. ”

“Where is the key to the handcuffs?”

“He said it was in the hands of the old woman. In fact, it was thrown away by the old woman a long time ago.”

“Why did the old woman force him to write?”

The flame was beating; there was another lonely dog ​​barking outside. The angler half-cast his eyes and looked drowsy; Hu Beibei saw that he was silent and urged him to finish. The angler glanced at Hu Beibei and explained: “Because the old woman is a fictional character by the writer, if the writer doesn’t write it down, she will disappear.”

“Hey–” Hu Beibei sighed after listening, turned around and said to himself: “Will it really disappear?”,