Chapter 740： Starting to make sense again (2/2)
Coastal defense line, city wall.
The pale hair of the blind old man appeared to be rotten and thin, and two pieces of linen put together at random were considered tops.
He faced the direction of the landing place, his hollow eyes like a black abyss.
The endless haze was tossing turbulently behind the city wall at his feet, but the city wall looked like a mountain that could not be surpassed anyway.
The fog, thick as a metal solution, spread from the city wall, and then ”flowing” down the inner sea side city wall. The half of the old man's body was covered by the fog, reflecting him like a cloud above the clouds. A master of Taoism.
In this way, Zhao Qingcang, who dragged another flowery pants and flip flops on the wall of the city wall, looked like a dangling man while still carrying salted fish and wine jars, and contrasted it like an unemployed vagrant who had just finished a day of ”hard work” on the sky bridge.
The blind old man’s voice is no longer kind, and every word is like a spell.
”The security of the wall is as absolute and unquestionable as the sacredness of death.”
Zhao Qingcang took a mouthful of dried salted fish on the ground.
”Old bastard, how many taups of cat pee in my stomach today?”
The blind old man raised his head, as if looking at the sky.
The expression on his face suddenly collapsed, and a word leaked out of his mouth, which was shocking to the world.
Because he said,
”Second uncle, can you stop fooling me?”
Zhao Qingcang jumped and scolded like a mouse whose tail was stomped on by a cat.
”Eyes, your mother, what are you talking about? You little bastard, do you have any quality? You look at your discoloration, and you don't look in the mirror to take a good look at yourself, you, half buried in the ground, I , Fenghuazhengmao, who is your second uncle, which is your second uncle? Get out!”
The blind old man sighed inexplicably.
”Yes, I can't tell you... I really admire your... ability, you have a rare opportunity today. Did you look at which one of us juniors is not pleasing to your eyes? You are free, ha, you just got it out, I didn't I think I haven’t seen any opinions.”
Zhao Qingcang chuckled.
”Lao Tzu is that kind of person? Pooh... Besides, you have been blind with eyeballs for many years, and you have long been blind, so why are you talking about me.”
”By the way, are you still doing business with Luanshan?”
”That group of women... I told you, don’t let the little boy of the Jiang family jump too much. It’s annoying. No matter how dirty you are, I will give it to you no matter what little tricks you have. I get out!”
”Uh... yes yes yes, second uncle, we will handle this, hehe, hehehe...”
Lao Zhao's eyes were horizontal, and his swear words continued.
”Don't **** talk nonsense with Lao Tzu, you built this wall break, you made the idea, and it has nothing to do with Lao Tzu.”
”Now, after more than a hundred years of work, is it missing? How do you plan to act?”
The blind old man's face was trembling.
”What you said is also complaining to me. The coastal defense line has bought Mingguang for more than a hundred years.”
Zhao Qingcang directly tucked up the blind old man with his neck.
”Fuck your mother's **** and buy time? You **** have the ability to open your dog's eyes and look at Mingguang, what kind of a ghost is Mingguang now-even one of his mother's Luanshan ladies can be picked up in Lao Tzu I swaggered through the market under my nose, what your bad idea is called buying time? I yeah—the reason why your little bunny is blind, huh, is because I am afraid to look in my eyes!”
The face of the blind old man rose with a flush,
”How can you taint people's innocence out of thin air...The Black Army still said that, the wall is safe and dead...Puff~”
Before finishing talking, the blind old man spouted a mouthful of blood and couldn't continue.
”Second, second uncle, you...really want to kill me?”
The red light in Old Zhao's eyes faded slightly, and he threw the blind old man aside.
”Dirty Lao Tzu's hands-just say you traitors are unreliable, forget it... Lao Tzu doesn't bother to care about it, heh, it's not Lao Tzu's face that I lost anyway.”
The blind old man smiled bitterly.
Old Zhao said,
”They have found a way, and it is no longer in the form of projection. Are you satisfied now?”
Sarcastically said,
”Heh... what more bad ideas are you going to make? Build a few more walls to block it?”
The blind old man whispered,
”This is an accident. Technically speaking, it's a soul wear at best, isn't the entity still here...”
”What are you talking about?!”
”No, nothing.”
The blind old man wiped the corners of his mouth and found that the bleeding could not stop, so he gave up.
”Hehe, after all, Mingguang's bloodline has finally been preserved. After all, we are different from those primitive guys.”
Zhao Qingcang stared at a pair of bull's eyes, looking up and down at the blind old man.
Old Zhao said in a rather unwilling tone,
”...What the **** I did to save you guys so hard, just go to death, our old fellow...how can we make such a bunch of little stubbornness, grass!”
The blind old man suddenly laughed.
”Second uncle... you have to admit that we did the right thing! Look at how many people are left in Luan Mountain? How many people are left in Zurich, which is tens of thousands of kilometers away? And we are bright, there are ten million The foundation! This is our confidence, our hope!”
Zhao Qingcang was so angry that he was too lazy to say anything, and jumped directly off the city wall.
After half a minute, the voice rushed up from under the city wall.
”I'll go to your mother and get a big watermelon, yes, I'm gone, so you have the idea of killing more elephants with ants-I will tell you that no matter how much waste, it is still waste, one That pit **** can't compare to chemical fertilizer!”
Then, there was an ancient sword-like hum from below the city wall, and Zhao Qingcang's figure suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The blind old man watched on the wall with a sneaky motion that was not suitable for his age, his dark eyes with nothing seemed to be able to see things again, and he was muttering something.
”At least we are all natural and pollution-free... I...”
”Snapped!!”
The blind old man made a 720-degree turn out of thin air, and fell to the ground with a thud.
He got up with difficulty covering his face,
”Damn... slap me again... Second uncle, you are also careful... I am almost two hundred years old...”
He was muttering, and suddenly his ears moved.
He rubbed the corner of his mouth with his cuff and flicked his sleeve.
Facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming, and the face is immortal.
”Who~”
”Ah, Grandpa Grandpa, I...little wine, have you been doing well these days?”
The blind old man nodded,
”Drink, what's the matter?”
The visitor bowed and bowed,
”Hey... Grandpa Grandpa, your face... why is it swollen?”
”If you have something to say, and let it go, do you have a lot of leisure to be an old man!”
”No...no...I'm not making some new good wines, especially to honor you, cough cough... well, you have a torch, and you see through it again-actually, It's about Lin...”
The blind old man waved his hand,
”Okay, I know, isn't it the little guy? I saw a person who was not bad. This time he made a mistake, and he had nothing to do with him, so I had to look for it. Old man, let me visit?”
”Have you... met him? When...hehehehe...no, no...in fact, the main thing is to give you wine, right? By the way, on your side, you don't plan to **** him anymore. Come here?”
The blind old man scratched his ear and went up.
”Lao Tzu is not a bandit! Get out! Don't let Lao Tzu see you again in a year!”
”Little Wine” flew down the city wall crookedly, covering his face and complaining,
”This old man, why is your temper so bad today...hiss...well, this time I'm in vain.”