hug that god

The next day, the sky gradually brightened.

A round of red sun was emerging in the east, and the clouds gathered one by one, faintly exuding pale golden light, which lightly sprinkled on the ground through the gaps between the leaves.

Shen Yuexiu looked at the sky outside and couldn't help getting up and walking out the door.

Breathing the fresh air, bathing in the dawn of spring, looking far away, with rays of light in the eyes.

The sun outside shone into the room, and Goudan felt a little uncomfortable, so he got up involuntarily.

With such a movement, the pain in "Slasla"'s thigh was caused by Mo Zhibai, and he couldn't help scolding him again in his heart.

He stretched a lot, yawned a lot, endured the pain, and said to Shen Yuexiu's back: "You can clean up now, I'll find you something to eat." He didn't turn his head back after finishing speaking, He left on his own.

Shen Yuexiu hummed, then turned her head, but Goudan was no longer there, she couldn't help but smiled, and walked towards the ruined temple.

Goudan walked a few miles, turned his head to look behind him, and wanted to spin around to express his happiness.

However, the pain in his crotch was unbearable.

But this didn't affect his mood, he only heard him talking to himself with a smile: "For nothing..."

There was a gurgling sound from his stomach, and his face suddenly fell down.

Today's meal problem, how to solve it, he is seriously thinking about this problem.

Suddenly he moved his nose, and a scent came from behind him. When he turned around, his face turned dark.

Mo Zhibai was seen holding a Chinese cabbage in his hand and wearing it with a stick.

The bananas on the cabbage, as well as the chili powder, are obviously tested by fire. Although it smells delicious, can this fire roast be eaten?

"You must be sick. Have you ever seen someone eat cabbage roasted over fire? It's a waste of good stuff." Goudan rubbed his stomach, rolled his eyes, and mocked him.

"Teacher, don't swear, if you don't taste it, how will you know it's not delicious." Mo Zhibai walked towards him, holding the roasted cabbage in his hand, and sent it to him.

Goudan rubbed his belly, his eyes were fixed on the roasted cabbage, his throat rolled slightly, and he pursed his lips.

Mo Zhibai handed him the cabbage with a gentle smile, Goudan's eyes changed, and he reached out and knocked the cabbage away violently.

Mo Zhibai was not angry either, he just knelt down and picked it up.

"I don't eat other people's food." After Goudan finished speaking, he turned around, endured his pain, and walked away quickly.

"You snatched and stole from others, isn't it more like charity." Mo Zhibai held the ashes-stained cabbage in his hand and stared at him long-term.

Goudan turned around with a "swish", his body twitched in pain, he stuck his waist, and pointed at the other person's nose.

Shouted loudly: "That is by virtue of my ability."

After finishing speaking, he turned around, his expression darkened, and then he was relieved, holding his head up with a proud and confident look.

But the limping back is really funny.

When he walked on the street, he always felt that some passers-by saw his appearance, two or more faces were pressed together, and his eyes wandered over and over again.

With a smile on his face, he whispered and didn't know what he was laughing at or talking about.

Goudan stared at them ferociously, only to feel that their eyes became more unscrupulous and naked, and their voices became louder.

It seems to be talking about yourself, but it doesn't seem to be talking about yourself.

Goudan listened for a while, and finally heard the clear words, which were mocking his walking posture.

Thinking how much better your walking posture can be, he just exaggerated a little.

Goudan stopped, turned around, stared at them, and grinned at them.

Seeing him like this, the group of people couldn't help feeling that he was a little silly and ruffian, and they laughed even happier.

Goudan approached a fruit stand. Before the stall owner who was watching the show could react, Goudan grabbed the oranges, watermelons and apples on the stand and threw them one by one at the people who laughed at him.

What was smashed was a bruised nose, a swollen face, a swelling on the head, and red water all over the body, which attracted other passers-by to watch.

"You son of a bitch, don't touch my fruit." The white-faced fruit stall owner knew that he couldn't afford it, so he cursed angrily, and opened his arms to protect his fruit, not to let him ruin it.

Goudan ignored the fruit stall owner and looked at the embarrassing faces of all the people who were smashed by him.

He couldn't help pointing at everyone and laughing.

Everyone's smiles had already been put away, and they turned into vicious faces, cursing the bastard.

The men swung their fists as if they were about to rush up and beat him up. Goudan stuck out his tongue at them, patted his own butt, scratched his lower eyelid with his index finger, made a grimace, and limped away.

"Little bastard, you can run so fast even when you're lame." A man with the appearance of a scholar, with long hair standing upright and wrapped in a piece of black cloth, covered his sore spot, and walked a few symbolic steps forward. Step, chasing him, too out of air.

A man dressed in baggy clothes, with small eyes, sleepy eyes, and a little blurry eyes chased after him and wanted to beat him to relieve his anger. Unfortunately, he stepped on a banana peel and fell on his back, looking ugly.

Seeing him like this, everyone held back their ridicule, and the anger in their hearts that was teased by him disappeared a lot.

"Forget it, it's a pity that the child has no father or mother, and he doesn't need common sense, so feel sorry for my clothes."

A woman with heavy make-up and lightly dressed clothes was more refined and superior, while talking, she checked the new imported clothes she was wearing today.

Some adults shyly lowered their social status with an orphan and beggar, showed their love for each other, and smiled at each other.

There are also individuals who just can't swallow this breath.

"Hmph, it's just uneducated, funny, and afraid of being laughed at." The burly man with a beard said coldly.

"Isn't this normal? You can teach me." A woman rolled her eyes slightly, her voice was sharp, her eyebrows were raised, her sleeves were rolled up to her wrists, she was wearing cropped trousers, and her ankles were exposed. Wear embroidered cloth shoes.

"It's none of my business, I'm not his father." The bearded man roared with a face as hard as iron.

"One day, I will drive him out of Yinfu." A young man in a green shirt stood behind the crowd, frowning slightly, with an angry tone.

"Oh, wait until you become the city lord." The person standing next to him cast a glance at him and said slightly mockingly.

Everyone spoke a few more words, and finally dispersed in twos and threes.

There were three teenagers on the side of the road, gathered under a tree, and seemed to be watching the fun.

Everyone dispersed, a sturdy young man of medium appearance, slightly long face, slightly dark skin, slightly drooping eyes, walked straight towards them, said a few words to the short-haired boy among the three, and the short-haired boy His expression became a little dignified.

Of the two teenagers beside him, one looked a bit weak, wearing light yellow clothes, fine silk, soft features, long hair, and pale lips.

The other one is wearing gray clothes, the fabric is medium, and although the hair is messy, it is orderly, and there is a faint indifference on the face. Feel.

They looked at the people coming together, and the young man took out the bag containing the coins and handed it to the short-haired boy among them, said a few words in a low voice, and pointed to the direction Goudan left.

The boy with short hair took the coin coldly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, his eyes gradually filled with fierceness, and led the two people beside him towards the direction Goudan left.