Chapter 261: The Leftover Gun Ranger Tang Xiao3 (Part )
"I don't want to die!!!"
Yu Xiaogang's voice was hoarse and dry, but his voice was loud.
Even the bathroom is well soundproofed.
His words full of desire for survival reached Liu Erlong's ears just as Ye Qiu wished.
Liu Erlong was lying on the bed motionless.
After hearing Yu Xiaogang's voice, his breathing became much stronger, and his delicate body rose and fell.
The black silk tied around her eyes fell away, and then the layer of red satin underneath.
Her long, tear-stained eyelashes fluttered and she opened her eyes.
Those numb eyes.
There was a slight flash of light.
Looking at the mess on the ground, there were clothes, longans, red dates, milk beer, wet carpets, tabletops, and palm prints on the walls.
Tears began to fill his eyes.
The anger in my heart dimmed again.
Turning to look at the bedside, the piece of white cloth hung up by Ye Qiu was embroidered with blossoming red plum blossoms.
He closed his eyes in despair and humiliation, and shed two lines of tears.
Every time I close my eyes, I feel like I'm going back to last night, with constant nightmares.
He slowly curled up and cried bitterly.
In the bathroom.
Ye Qiu quietly watched Liu Erlong crying and felt relieved.
I was afraid that she would hold it in her heart and not cry out.
clap clap!
He raised his palm and patted Yu Xiaogang's stinky face.
"Teacher, you did a good job. My wife and I will have a long life ahead of us."
Done.
Ignoring Yu Xiaogang who was also crying bitterly.
Ye Qiu put him back into the wishful treasure bag and looked at the smoke-filled bathroom.
Restore your appearance.
Take off your clothes, step into the bathtub, sink to the bottom, wake up for a while, and start bathing.
He leaned against the wall of the pool and brushed his hair.
There was a smile on his lips.
"Princess Haha, I wonder what it will be like if the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess work together in the future."
"Whoo~"
Ye Qiu breathed a long sigh of relief.
Thinking about this kind of thing is exciting enough. If Xue Qinghe ascends to the throne of God, the combination of the emperor and the queen will be even more exciting.
After calming down for a while, I successfully put on my pants and clothes.
Before leaving.
Ye Qiu pushed the door open slightly and warned, "Wash yourself well later."
Say it.
Ye Qiu opened another door of the bathroom and walked out of the room that made him obsessed.
Looking at the scorching sun in the sky.
Quickly go to the back garden. If you go there in time, you might be able to catch lunch.
……
When the leaves reach three poles in autumn, the movement ends.
the other side.
After Tang Hao rescued Tang San, he hid in a certain small forest.
Narrow streams gurgled.
Clear spring
A fire was lit in a dry place nearby.
There was a big shovel that Tang Hao got from somewhere, burning red.
Tang Hao was treating Tang San's crotch wound impatiently.
Blood stained the shore red.
Tang Hao took his dirty clothes and kept wiping the bloody wound the size of his little finger.
After wiping, Tang Hao had bad ale in his mouth.
"puff!"
With a big gulp, he sprinkled the wine on Tang San's wounds.
"Uh-huh."
Tang San, who had been unconscious for a long time and looked as pale as a sheet of paper.
Finally there was some movement, and he groaned in pain twice before opening his eyes.
"Ok?"
Tang San had just opened his eyes to adjust to the strong light, and before he could feel the pain all over his body, he noticed two rounds of scorching sun appeared in the sky.
I wanted to raise my hands and rub my eyes, but I couldn't.
Take a closer look.
It turns out it’s not the scorching sun.
Instead, Tang Hao was holding the red-hot shovel in his hand and placing it in the sky above Tang San.
"Dad, what are you going to do?"
Seeing that Tang San had woken up, Tang Hao was indifferent and glanced at Tang San casually with his cloudy eyes.
explained:
"The three wounds between your legs are all still bleeding. I don't have the money to treat you with local remedies, but it will work."
"what?!"
Tang San hadn't realized what happened to him.
The red-hot shovel in Tang Hao's hand suddenly fell between his legs.
"No! Dad, that's my last!"
Tang Hao's movements were swift and violent, and there was no return.
Before Tang San finished speaking, the red-hot shovel was already imprinted on his lower abdomen.
"No!"
Tang San cried out in sorrow.
Zizi!
The smell of roasting chicken wafts out.
"what!"
Tang San's eyes widened, his pupils trembled and filled with blood.
The heart-wrenching feeling made him raise his hands that could not move, trying to push away the shovel.
however.
As soon as I put my hand on it, there was a sizzling sound.
"Ah! My hand"
Another burst of meaty aroma floated away, and Tang San rolled his eyes, twitched his body, and swayed his limbs like a fish washed up on the shore.
Watching the smoke drifting out, smelling the aroma like roasted chicken.
Tang Hao, who was a little hungry, swallowed his saliva.
Then he lifted the shovel.
Looking at Tang San's wound, he saw that the bleeding had stopped, and he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.
Looking at Tang San who was paralyzed on the ground, looking up at the sky, crying silently.
He comforted: "Don't worry, it's half cooked. The remaining half can still be seen. It will be fine when the burned area fades."
Done.
Tang Hao ignored Tang San, picked up the skewers of bird eggs that he had roasted next to the fire, and began to enjoy them.
A mouthful of eggs, a mouthful of wine, and a frown.
Asked:
"By the way, if you were asked to go to Lanba Academy, how could you reveal your identity so quickly? And why were you bitten by so many civilians?"
"..."
Tang San didn't speak.
I just struggled, raised my head, and looked at my wound. It was gone. There was nothing.
He touched his clothes.
The short gun he carried with him had lost its tip and was now beyond recognition.
The two walnuts he often plated were also missing.
It wasn't until he saw Tang Hao eating roasted bird eggs that Tang San suddenly woke up.
He vaguely remembered.
Even though his pointed lion head, which had been worn for more than ten years, was bitten out of his pocket by those poor people.
But he fought tooth and nail to snatch one back from those poor people.
Holding back the cold sweat on his head, he looked at Tang Hao, who was grilling bird eggs and soul beast meat. He felt hungry, swallowed his saliva, and said sadly: "Dad, where is my share of the bird eggs?"
Tang Hao, who was eating, frowned and looked at the string of bird eggs in his hand.
"Do you want the one in my hand or the one on the tree?"
Tang Hao held the small branch in his hand and pointed at a sparrow and a fresh bird egg that he hung on the fire.
Tang San just glanced at it without replying, a bit of pain flashed in his eyes.
Even if you get it back, so what?
If something like walnuts is lost, it will be lost. If it is broken, it will be broken. He can't plate it out.
Tang Hao frowned.
Letting Tang San feel depressed was something he didn't want to see.
"What?! As the son of my Haotian Douluo, can't you stand this?"
With that said, Tang Hao threw Tang San's share of the bird eggs hanging on the fire into the fire.
"dad."
Tang San had tears in his eyes.
Tang Hao snorted coldly.
"Hmph! Ye Qiu has a soul bone in his hand, which can make people regenerate after their severed limbs are broken."
Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San's eyes widened.
"Really? Dad."
Tang Hao nodded seriously.
……
If Tang San goes to fight souls in the future, he can take the code name of the Ranger with a Leftover Gun, but the gun is still missing a tip.
I wish you all a happy life!
