cross the madman's wish

Zhou Qitian stood up vigilantly, and Tang Yancheng also consciously stood in front of him, looking at the boy in front of him coldly: "It's not that he's naked, but that his skin has been peeled off."

The boy Abao showed an innocent expression: "But those are clothes. The fur coat is warm. After it dries, I can make myself a pair of beautiful little leather boots."

The boy laughed harmlessly to humans and animals, but Zhou Qitian and Tang Yancheng became more wary of him. To put it so bluntly, the orangutan man's death must have something to do with him.

"So that's the case, then Abao, can you tell brother why you are going to grab his fur coat?" Zhou Qitian didn't show any disgust on his face, but he used words to stabilize the boy in front of him, One hand was already resting quietly on his waist.

When A Bao heard the question, he tilted his head, and drew circles on the ground with his right foot, his eyes were still innocent and clear: "This is what the orangutan brother himself said. He told A Bao that he gave Dad money and bought A Bao will give A Bao a pair of little boots if I am good for one night, but he doesn’t have any, A Bao has many wounds on his body, and after a long time, he still hasn’t got A Bao’s little boots.”

"So, you just killed him?" Tang Yancheng's cold voice interrupted Abao's self-pity.

"No." Abao looked aggrieved: "Brother orangutan is a good man, how could I kill him? Don't you think so? My dear brother orangutan."

As soon as the boy said what he meant, Zhou Qitian and Tang Yancheng felt something was wrong at the same time, right, since? The other party dared to appear so unscrupulously? In front of the two of them, there must be something to rely on.

But at this time, a strong wind hit behind him, and Zhou Qitian had no time to react. In the next moment, a piercing pain came from his calf. Know? When did he crawl to his side, at this moment, a piece of sharp teeth without a mouth was biting his calf, and he kept tearing, trying to bite off a piece of meat.

In the next second, a cold light flashed, and the corpse and his chin were neatly separated.

When Zhou Qitian came back to his senses, Tang Yancheng was already squatting at his feet. He was the one who cut the knife just now. The other party was trying to help him clean the wound, but Zhou Qitian held back the pain and asked Tang Yancheng to arrest him first. Staying with Ah Bao, the other party must be in the same group as that little loli.

And Ah Bao still looks innocent up to now, backing away while being wronged: "You have also seen it, the orangutan brother is not dead, I did not lie to you."

"Go to your white lotus." Zhou Qi wanted to laugh, touched the throwing knife, and struck out together with Tang Yancheng's jumping figure.

However, the throwing knife was still in vain, because Abao also turned into a puff of blue smoke and disappeared, and there was only a "meow meow" cry in the distance, which was very proud.

Seeing that he couldn't catch up, Tang Yancheng gave up directly, turned around and returned to Zhou Qitian's side to check his wounds, and the corpse not far from the two of them was also cut by Tang Yancheng after that knife. There was no movement at all.

Tang Yancheng squatted at Zhou Qitian's feet and tore off half of his trousers, revealing half of Zhou Qitian's fair and tender calf. Zhou Qitian was very white, so white that he didn't look like a man, so he always gave the impression of being delicate and gentle , in ancient times, he would have been a handsome Mr. Pianpian, but in his bones, he was unrestrained and did not match his appearance at all.

Although Zhou Qitian's figure was "slender", he was still a little thinner. He lifted his calf and put it on his knee. What Tang Yancheng wanted was to ask his aunt to add more meals to this guy so that he could gain weight.

Watching the man below pull out the teeth that were embedded in his flesh one by one, Zhou Qitian felt a little painful, but he couldn't help but not cry out.

"The wound is a little deep. In order to avoid inflammation, I will pour some alcohol on it. If you are in pain, call out." Tang Yancheng found a small medicine box from his backpack. Seeing how hard he had endured, he went ? He said a word of comfort.

"It's okay, this injury is nothing to me." Zhou Qitian smiled at him indifferently, but some pale lips still betrayed him, Tang Yancheng shook his head and continued to treat his wound, but? The movement is softer.

Zhou Qitian watched his blood stain Tang Yancheng's clothes and wrists, making them a little dirty, he knew? The other party was a clean freak, and basically threw away the soiled clothes, even if the hands were dusty. Cleaned it several times, but when cleaning the wound for myself, I didn't pay attention to it at all.

Thinking about these things? He was in a trance, and a strong stabbing pain made him gasp. He looked down and saw Tang Yancheng poured half a bottle of disinfectant alcohol on his wound, which was no different from tap water. It costs money.

"You, you, you... are you soaking my feet with alcohol?" Zhou Qitian felt completely exhausted.

Tang Yancheng frowned: "I've always done it like this, is there any problem?"

Zhou Qitian remembered that the last time Tang Yancheng was injured, he also took a bottle of mineral water to wash the wound, so it turned out that he was used to it.

"No problem, no problem, President? Just as long as you are happy." Zhou Qitian waved his hand, a boss is a boss, and the way of using alcohol can be different.

After bandaging the wound, Tang Yancheng stood up and patted the dust on his body: "Your wound is too deep, it's inconvenient to move. Let's go back to the tile house to rest and wait for others to come."

Zhou Qitian nodded and stood up, planning to find a thicker branch to use as a walking stick. Who knew? Tang Yancheng bent down directly in front of him: "Come up." There was no need in his tone. Doubt.

There was an artificial sedan chair delivered to the door, and Zhou Qitian was not polite, and hurriedly got on it: "Thank you, President? Your Excellency! President? Your Excellency is really considerate of the employees." Rainbow farts were shot out as if they didn't want money.

Zhou Qitian was not too heavy, Tang Yancheng hooked his legs with both hands, straightened up and said, "You should call me by my name." I always feel that he is called the president? Doesn't it mean the same thing as Yuan Qi and the others? It feels weird.

Zhou Qitian, who was lying on the opponent's back in peace, raised his eyebrows and showed a cynical smile: "President? My lord, is this because I am too poor in skill, and you plan to get me out of the office?"

Tang Yancheng gave him a rare sneer: "You have a good idea, you can't escape like a thug."

But then he added: "Just? Yes, from now on you will be in charge of long-distance combat. If you need to fight in close quarters, let me do it. Just protect yourself."

Hearing that the man in front of him rarely said such soft words, Zhou Qitian's heart warmed, and he decided to treat him as his best buddy.

"Okay, okay, President? My lord, I will pay attention. From now on, should I call you Brother Tang or Brother Cheng?"

"what ever."

"No, no, Brother Tang sounds like his cousin, and Brother Cheng is too ordinary, how about...I call you tired of the city?"

Tang Yancheng: "Alright..."

Back to the tile house.

Tang Yancheng sat him down on a big piece of green at the door, went into the room and checked, and made sure that the boy named Abao and the yellow dog were gone, so he felt relieved.

But just as he was about to go out, he glanced at a booklet beside the table from the corner of his eye. After thinking about it, he took it out together.

"What is this?" Zhou Qitian was curious when he saw him come out with a small drawing book in his hand.

"I don't know, I just feel that it's a bit special." Tang Yancheng handed him the brochure: "I'm going to fetch water, you can look through it if you're bored." When he came back, he found that it was in the back of the house. There is a well, and counting the time, it is time for breakfast. Before he came out, he took the dinner that the orangutan man hadn't eaten, and it was just warm enough for a quick breakfast.

Zhou Qitian nodded, took the album and flipped through it.

There are some crude pencil drawings in it, it looks like it was drawn by a child who has never learned how to draw, but thinking about the child, this picture book is that A Bao's did not run away.

On the first page, there is a villain holding a frog doll.

On the second page, the frog doll was thrown aside, and the limbs of the villain inside were flattened. I don't know whether it was tied to the table or the bed.

On the third page, the frog was chopped into several pieces, and the villain stood aside with a knife.

On the fourth page, there is no frog, but there is a yellow dog, and the yellow dog is biting the child.

On the fifth page, besides the yellow dog and the child, there is an extra gorilla. The orangutan stands between the yellow dog and the villain, and hands something to the yellow dog.

On the sixth page, the yellow dog disappeared, the villain was flattened and tied there again, and the orangutan was dancing beside him...

"Seven days."

Tang Yancheng's voice sounded, pulling back Zhou Qitian's thoughts immersed in the picture album. He came back to his senses and saw that Tang Yancheng had returned. To his surprise, he was accompanied by the big yellow dog.

But Zhou Qitian didn't touch it this time, he was a little unsure what role this dog played in this album.

"What's the matter?" He just left for a while, and found that Zhou Qitian's expression became a little weird.

Zhou Qitian no longer looked at the yellow dog, but focused on Tang Yancheng: "Do you feel that there is a character missing in this world?"

"What character?" Tang Yancheng asked following his words.

Zhou Qitian looked at the yellow dog: "Children, frogs, orangutans... have all appeared. Where is the father who plays an important role?"

Tang Yancheng expressed his thoughts: "Could it be? Isn't that Viscount Josie?"

Zhou Qitian shook his head: "Probably not. I think the role of father is a disgusting existence in this world. If it is Viscount Josie, it is impossible to be treated so kindly."

"And, haven't you noticed? The world above is beautiful from the surface, and the blood and darkness have never been brought to the surface. Even the dead frogs are dealt with like puppets. "

Speaking of this, Tang Yancheng also understood a little bit, and took the words along: "Since? When we came down to this forest, whether it is the bones buried in the ground, black cats, skinned orangutan men, imprisoned and tortured Children are all on the dark side, so what you mean is that the violent father should also be in this forest."

Zhou Qitian put on a helpless expression: "Yes, and it's right in front of our eyes..."