Chapter 87 Extra: Bamboo Poems 1

Zhu Zhilang knew very early on that it was a vicious monster. Even in the monster-infested southern Xinjiang, it was a monster among monsters.

At that time it was not called Zhuzhilang, it had no name.

Generally speaking, when seeing a half-human, half-snake creature crawling on the ground, no one would be so idle as to think of giving it a name. Even if they had the time, the demons in southern Xinjiang would rather give it two legs, or tie its tail, and study whether this thing has a weak spot and whether it will die if hit.

Its daily routine is very simple. Climb, find water, climb, find food, climb, and fight with other beast-type demons. Although its appearance is not good, it is not too weak in a fight. On the contrary, not only is its limbs soft and flexible, but its disgusting appearance can often distract its opponents from the discomfort during the fight. Therefore, this ugly and difficult thing is extremely unwelcome in southern Xinjiang.

Tian Lang-Jun looked at it carefully for a while and said seriously, "How ugly."

The black-armored generals standing indifferently behind him certainly didn't answer. Tianlang Jun didn't know who he was complaining to, and repeated, "Too ugly."

The emphasis in this sentence is too strong, so it is shortened.

However, it always felt that there was no real disgust in the criticism of this distinguished nobleman. It had seen the latter's eyes many times, but not like this one.

Tian Langjun half squatted, stared at it, and said, "Do you remember your mother?"

It shook its head.

Tian Langjun said: "Well. That's fine. If I had a mother like this, I would probably prefer not to remember her."

It doesn't know what to say.

Of course, even if he knew, he couldn't say it out loud. The snake man could only make a low, hoarse hissing sound.

Tian Langjun smiled and said, "However, there are some things I should tell you. Your mother is dead. I am her brother, and I came to see you at her last request."

The demons were cold-blooded. They could easily talk about the death of their blood relatives and just pass it over with a casual word.

It didn't feel anything and just nodded out of habit.

Tian Langjun seemed to find it boring and said indifferently: "Okay. I have fulfilled her last wish. These are all your subordinates. From now on, this place belongs to you."

The "subordinates" he referred to were the hundreds of black-armored warriors following him. Although they had no mind and could not think, they were not afraid of pain, death, fatigue, or stopping, and could become an invincible army. Yet, they were so casually handed over to a half-human, half-snake monster.

He stood up, brushed off the non-existent dust on the pendant, turned around and left.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, it followed reluctantly and twistingly.

Tian Langjun turned around, confused: "Why are you following me?"

The snake man didn't dare to move. Tian Langjun saw this and took another step. It started to crawl behind him again. Tian Langjun paused and asked curiously, "Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

After repeating this for two or three times, Tianlang-Jun simply ignored it and walked forward on his own, while the snake man followed awkwardly behind him.

Tianlang Jun has a special identity, noble bloodline, and extraordinary status, so naturally he has many enemies. It follows him all the way, and even though Tianlang Jun doesn't need help from others, it always fights desperately.

After so many times, Tianlang-Jun finally couldn't ignore its existence. He took a look at the snake man with scales all over his body and commented, "It's still so ugly."

The snake man shrank back in hurt. Tian Langjun laughed again: "And he's stubborn. This is not very pleasing."

It had followed him all the way for so long, and had never retreated despite all the difficulties and obstacles. But this time, it almost had the urge to turn around and run away. Who knew that the next moment, Tianlangjun touched his forehead with his bare hands and sighed, "You are so ugly and stubborn. I can't bear to watch you."

A strange, warm current coursed through my body.

Not true.

Where do its limbs come from?

Soon, the snake man discovered that his deformed body had grown complete limbs. Ten fingers, which seemed delicate and out of reach to him before, now grew on his new palms.

This is the body of a young man. About fifteen or sixteen years old, healthy and complete. Tianlangjun moved his hand away, and a white figure was reflected in his dark pupils.

He opened his mouth and tried to speak, but after a lot of effort he regained his human form, his tongue and mouth refused to obey. As soon as he opened his mouth and uttered a slightly delayed syllable, warm liquid slid out of his eye sockets.

Although Zhuzhilang firmly believed that the Lord was always right, he secretly thought that the Lord's brain was not working very well.

After getting the tacit consent to follow Tianlang Jun, Zhuzhilang had no name for a long time. Tianlang Jun didn't often call others, and didn't need to call his name, so he spent several months in confusion.

Until one day he wanted to look for his collection of poems from the world, but couldn't find it after searching through all the boxes and cabinets. He had no choice but to ask someone for help. Then he suddenly remembered that there was a nephew who was as airy as air in the corner of the study.

But after saying "Hey", he couldn't think of anything to say. Tian Langjun frowned and thought for a while, then asked, "Didn't I ask your name?"

He said honestly: "Your Majesty, I don't have a name."

Tian Langjun asked: "Then how should I call you?"

He said, "Your Majesty, you may call me whatever you like."

After saying that, he walked to the bookshelf, took out the poetry collection that had been haphazardly stuffed in there the last time he finished reading it, and presented it to Tianlang-Jun with both hands.

Tian Langjun was very satisfied. He took the collection of poems and said, "It's no big deal if there is no name. Just pick one." He lowered his head and flipped through two pages at random. He chose a word and said casually, "Let's call it Zhuzhijun."

He shook his head.

Tian Langjun said, "You don't like it?" He handed the book over and said, "Then pick one for yourself."

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Your Majesty, only nobles can be addressed like this."

Tianlang Jun said: "You are so young, but you are so particular. Forget it, I will call you Zhuzhilang."

He was not serious about anything he did. Giving a name seemed like a child's play, but for the "Zhuzhilang" who was born at this moment, this person gave him life and a name.

No matter how careless or confused he is, he is the one for whom he will go through fire and water and will not give up until his death.

Little did he know that Tianlang Jun was also thinking that this nephew might have been a snake for too many years and his brain was not working well. He refused to call him uncle and insisted on calling him Lord. He did not want to be the free and easy lord in Southern Xinjiang, but insisted on coming here to do errands. He refused to accept a good title and rank, but insisted on lowering himself.

I really can't think straight.

Jun Shang really likes everything related to people.

Perhaps because he thought the demons were a group of cold and boring creatures, he had an almost bizarre enthusiasm and an almost exaggerated beautiful imagination towards humans, a foreign race.

Whenever I go out, I go to the border areas the most. I cross the boundary markers, have a drink and listen to storytelling for a short time, or travel around the mountains and rivers for a year or two.

Tianlang Jun probably doesn't like being followed. Black armored generals often send hundreds of them out. But Zhuzhilang doesn't say anything, doesn't block anything, just follows silently behind, as if he doesn't exist. Occasionally he helps pay bills or run errands, which is very convenient, so Tianlang Jun doesn't dislike him very much.

Even when they met that Miss Su, neither of them minded him following them around. They tacitly treated him as a snake who couldn't understand human language or love talk, and just minding their own business as if no one was around.

Only once did Tianlang Jun rush Zhuzhilang and use the word "get lost". That was one of the rudest words ever spoken by the Jun who always pursued gentleness.

Bailu Mountain.