I'll kill you next time

I admit that my naming ability is indeed a bit weak, but in all fairness, the two names of sheep dung egg and cow dung ball are still acceptable after a little modification, at least it is more distracting than the patriarch and old man directly naming them with flowers and plants.

"Stan, Feng Qiu, you two, go to your parents' place and get me something to eat, I'm starving to death" I lay on the highest floor of the Pamir with my legs crossed, and I didn't know what to do with the back of my butt What the two bear children complained.

"Yes! Master Elder!" The two brats, who had always been obedient, teleported away immediately. A few seconds later, they returned with all the food reserves at home and their father's private collection of fine wine.

"Well, good boy, wait for the elder to take you out to play." I sat up and rubbed the heads of the two bear children, and said with a smile.

As expected of Dawa's child, he is obedient.

"Elder Elder, I want to eat the candied haws from last time!"

"Elder Elder, I want it too!!"

The two bear children scrambled forward, as if they were afraid that I would go back on my word.

"It's all there." I was in a good mood eating jerky and drinking fine wine. Although these two bear children were watched by their father most of the time, it didn't hinder me from teaching them teleportation and telekinesis. , Have you all become little followers?

"Bai Li!!! Are you instigating my children to steal my wine again?!!!!"

I had only drunk half of my wine when there was another bang bang bang bang on the door downstairs, louder and louder.

"Hey, this time it's 20 seconds faster than last time." I winked at the two brats: "Go, go down and close the door tightly so your father doesn't come in."

"Yes! Master Elder!" The bear children all responded, and then went down to deal with his father without stopping.

"Ah... this is life..." I sighed with Erlang's legs crossed.

If only...they could survive...

[jingle——]

The pitch-black shackles on my ankles suddenly collided with the ground and made a crisp sound, and suddenly my mood fell to the bottom.

"Damn..." I had a gloomy face, every time I saw this thing, I would think of the hexagram brand on the inner thigh, and when I thought of the hexagram brand, I would inevitably recall that nightmare.

It's not that I didn't try to get it off, it's just that the shackle itself is too hard, and even the sword of Athena can't move it. Fortunately, the chains connected to it have been worn away, and only this anklet is left Same ring, but even that makes me mad every time I see it.

Such a shame is enough to remember for a lifetime, but at the same time, I was thinking about why I was remembered. From the few words of that bitch, it can be inferred that he has been premeditated for a long time, and his personality is absolutely impossible. I still have self-knowledge. If it is appearance, will Sage, who has the same hair as me, be in danger? !

The more I thought about it, the more crooked I was, and finally I was so frightened that I teleported back to the Pope's Hall in the Sanctuary, hugging Sage who was reading official documents like a koala.

"Brother... I can't see the document..." His Holiness the Pope, whose face was covered by his elder brother's sleeve scarf, said in black lines.

"Little Saiqi, brother moved back to live with you for a few days" someone said nervously.

"... up to you" Faced with his brother's convulsions every now and then, Sai Qi is now able to turn a blind eye to it. As he grows older, he is much more mature and stable than the young boy back then. I just don't know why his brother is still like this. A heartless virtue.

A hundred years is fleeting, and the originally empty sanctuary has gradually come out of the haze after the war under the careful management of Saiqi and has begun to flourish and develop towards a better and better side. For a hundred years, I have been running on both sides of the Pamirs and the sanctuary. Suddenly found a problem...

"Sage, you seem to be getting old." One day, I stared at the crow's feet in the corner of Sage's eyes for a long time, and suddenly asked suspiciously.

"..." Sai Qi looked up from the pile of documents, looked at his brother who was still as young as 18 years old, sighed softly, and said:

"It's not so much that I'm getting old, it's better to say that it's the eldest brother, how can you change at all..."

"?!" What Sai Qi said seemed to be really...

"Haven't you noticed that we are all old, even Yilu passed away decades ago, only your elder brother seems to have stayed at the age of 18 forever..."

Looking at his brother's surprised expression, he knew that his dull brother hadn't looked in the mirror much for about a hundred years, and their hair was originally white and silver, so even if it became gray, it wouldn't look much.

"Has it been so long..." I suddenly realized that Dawa and the others seem to be complaining about the pain in their waist and legs recently, and the two brats who used to follow behind their buttocks gradually stopped coming to the mansion. with me.

"Although the Pamir people have a long life span, they will also grow old." Saying that, Saiqi took off the triple crown he had been wearing on his head. Only then did I realize that Saiqi is really no longer young, not only There were also fine wrinkles around the corners of his eyes, his forehead and the palms of his hands.

The reflection of the triple crown allowed me to see my current face. Indeed, as Sai Qi said, I have not changed at all, I am still the same as when I was 18 years old, as if time has frozen on my body.

"What's going on...?" Obviously Sage and I are twins, right? We look the same even when we get old, but no matter how you look at it now, Sage looks older than me, and even said We are more like father and son than brothers.

"I don't know, you can only ask your brother about this kind of thing."

"I?"

"Maybe something happened to you the year the jihad ended, but no matter what, eternal youth should be a good thing for you, brother, after all..."

"not good at all!"

I was so angry that I immediately rushed to the table, and a large pile of papers on the table flew to the ground.

"Brother, you..." Sage was a little confused by my sudden anger.

"...sorry, Sage messed up your desk"

I jumped off the table, accidentally tripped over my scarf in a panic, and crushed Sage, who was about to help me, when I lost my footing.

"Cough...Brother, my waist..." Sage sat in his position as the pope and barely moved all day, and he was so old that he was so old that he was pressed so hard by me.

"...I didn't do it on purpose." I coughed lightly and quickly pulled him up from the ground.

"..." As smart as Sai Qi, he almost guessed the reason for his brother's sudden rage. It was probably only that incident that made his heartless brother so angry that he could explode with a single poke.

What should I say, is it a prank by God?

Seeing the back of his brother leaving the Pope's Hall in a panic, Sage was silent.

One day, he will recover this debt from the gods, absolutely.

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As time goes by, Saiqi is getting older and older, and so are Dawa and Nima. I watched them slowly change from ignorant children to ancient old people, and then completely disappeared into the world...

Here, I am accompanied by memories every day, and I am still repairing the holy clothes in the mansion day after day. Unknowingly, Stan and Feng Qiu have also grown old. They got married and established a business and brought their next generation in front of me. Back then, my mother led me and Saiqi to the presence of Master, and it went on and on again and again.

Today, after sending away another pair of clansmen who came to ask for their names, I began to use my mind to clean, wash clothes and cook in every possible way. Since Dawa and Nima passed away, I have to do these things by myself, after all I live alone in the huge mansion, and if I quit, no one else will.

"It's so quiet... If only someone could accompany me..." Halfway through the housework, I couldn't help complaining while sitting in front of the Buddha statue.

That’s right, but Pamir doesn’t have a waiter, and I don’t know how to take care of children. Saiqi and I were raised in the mansion before. The patriarch and the old man can’t speak, so we don’t need us to chat with him, but I can’t Ah, I'm about to get sick if I don't talk for a few days. Sai Qi is too busy to talk to me, and I seem stupid talking to the Buddha statue by myself.

After lying in front of the Buddha statue for a long time, I was so hungry that I finally decided to go out to look for food. This is good for a single person. Wherever I want to go, I can feed the whole family without worrying about it.

Before going out, I went back to Sanctuary, asked Sai Qi for some pocket money, and then teleported to Venice not far from Greece. As for why...

Of course, go to the casino to gamble a few times!

I haven't come out from the nest in Pamir for a long time, and I don't know if my hand was born.

I rolled up my sleeves, wore sandals, and walked on the streets of Venice in the unique costumes of the Pamirs. For some reason, I went to the Central Plains to learn how to be a human丨a leather mask. Now in the eyes of others, I am just Just a strange old man.

I don’t know if it’s the carnival. Venice, which is usually very noisy, is now crowded with people. I’ve made a lot of money from pickpockets all the way. To be a fool is to have the consciousness of being at a disadvantage. There are not so many good people in this world.

I weighed the purse, there was money in it, and a lot of jewellery, it seemed that I didn't need to go to the gambling house, but I'd better go and have a look.

Turning the corner of the noisy street, a burst of whipping and noisy sound entered the eardrums. I didn't want to go to it, but I had to go through this road to go to the casino.

"You kid, let me go, I have to pledge you to pay off the debt today, anyway, it's a waste of money to eat at home!!"

"I don't want to be sold out, let me go, you individual trafficker!!"

In the crowd, a red-haired man reeking of alcohol grabbed a young boy's hair and pulled it outside the house. While the boy struggled, bright red blood flowed from the silver hair, and he didn't notice it. He continued to kick and beat the man who was dragging him and shouted loudly to the crowd:

"Everyone help me, he is not my father, he is a human trafficker who wants to buy me to a casino!!"

The man immediately gave him a slap in the face, spit and cursed: "Bah! I have worked so hard to raise you so big that you dare to say such nonsense, you really are an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, a little liar full of lies, look I will not kill you today!"

There was a commotion in the crowd, but no one stepped forward to stop it. Obviously, this was someone else’s housework. The man’s clothes clearly came from a slum. The lives of poor people are worthless. If he wants to sell his own children, who will Can't say anything.

This kind of thing happens every day. A seemingly prosperous and bright city must have its dark places. If I can save one person today, how can I save many people who are in the same situation as him in the world?

It's always harder to be a good person than a bad person. I don't think I'm a good person, so whoever wants to go through this muddy water is out of my control.

The boy howled hard for a long time, and found that no one was willing to stand up to help him. Instead of helping, these people were still swarming around, making it difficult for him to run away after killing the man.

Tsk, sure enough, the people here are a bunch of cold-blooded and useless guys, it seems that they have to get out in another way.

The young man secretly put away the dagger in his sleeve and turned his scrutinizing eyes across the crowd. When he saw the white figure who was about to leave behind the crowd, he knew his chance had come.

"He's not my father!! My father...it's him!" The boy suddenly broke free from the man's shackles and pointed to the crowd. Following the direction the boy pointed, all eyes focused on a certain person.

"What?" This is me who was shot while lying down.

The author has something to say: Who is the boy? Those who have read the story of Brother Xiaoma can easily guess...

Why does the old man stay young forever? For this question, you need to watch some colorful plots that happened after Chapter 20. For those who haven’t watched it, you only know that a certain sleeping god made the old man drink some strange liquid in a strange way. Okay [Hey, why do you say that even worse?

Now is the transitional period, the Sleeping God will not come out until a few chapters later... so stuck...