Chapter 270: Little Clay Figure Plus One Plus One Plus One
Wuxie's idea was basically correct, but he didn't know that there was another person named Jie Yuchen who had already fled the scene.
So when he thought of this, he immediately concluded that Hei Xia Zi was just being childish and came here to play in the mud on his own initiative, and then he couldn't help but drag Zhang Qiling, who was passing by innocently, into the mud to play with him.
Wuxie gave Hei Xia Zi a blaming look.
Brother Wang is always so nice to you, and this is how you repay him!
Hei Xia Zi, who was also a victim, felt choked in his heart, thinking that he had accepted this eldest disciple in vain, and that the disciple had no intention of being on his side as a master.
Then he thought of the tacit cooperation between him and Zhang Qiling, and a smile appeared on his face again.
"We're not playing with mud here. Master Mo has already said we need to use this mud to mask our aura. Why don't you smear some on yourselves? Do you have to wait until those pheasants are around before you start?"
Hei Xia Zi spoke high-sounding words, grabbed a handful of mud and threw it towards Wu Xie and the others.
Wuxie was unable to dodge, and the wave of mud hit his crotch. The scene was quiet for a moment, and then became lively again.
"Wow, Mr. Hei's aim is pretty good."
Nan Xihe's eyes were sparkling as she looked between the two of them, while Wuxie rushed to the mud pit in anger, not caring whether it was dirty or not, and scooped up a handful of mud and splashed it on Hei Xia Zi's face.
Hei Xia Zi didn't dodge either, but just raised his arm to block his attack, then stood in the mud and swept his leg across.
He stirred up a large amount of mud and water, which splashed towards Wuxie who was standing next to the mud pit.
Wuxie didn't expect his counterattack to be so fast. He was a little slow to react and was splashed with mud and water all over his body.
Wuxie wiped the mud off his face and realized that if he fought alone, he would definitely not be a match for Hei Xia Zi, so he decisively asked for help from his good brothers.
"Fatty! Xiaonan! Come on, give me a hand!"
Fatty Wang and Nan Xihe readily agreed, thinking that they would be covered in mud sooner or later anyway, and went down into the mud pit with Wuxie, ready to cooperate in a "strong man lock-up" tactic on Hei Xia Zi, making him "dominated by men on both sides".
The four of them happily fought each other in the mud, and successfully turned themselves into four little mud figures with full-level equipment.
Zhang Qiling had come up when Wuxie and the other two entered the quagmire. Seeing Zhang Haishe standing nearby just watching the fun with his body clean, he felt a little uncomfortable.
The two looked at each other in silence. Zhang Haishe, who originally thought that there was something wrong with what Hei Xia Zi said and wanted to see the situation first, seemed to suddenly realize something. His emotional intelligence was fluctuating, so he now chose to jump into the quagmire silently.
Zhang Qiling just watched calmly, and saw him actively turning himself into the same dirty little clay figure without any intention of stopping him.
After playing for a while, the passion faded away, and Wuxie and Nan Xihe, the two tender-skinned young masters, could no longer bear the wet and dirty mud on their bodies.
At this time, Wuxie suddenly remembered that he had a third uncle, and asked while looking around.
"Have Xiaohua and my Third Uncle gotten up yet? Why haven't I seen any of them?"
It was Hei Xia Zi, who was kicked into the mud by Jie Yuchen, who responded very naturally at this moment.
"Master Jie should be up early. After dinner, he should be with Brother Mo and Zhang Benling.
As for that old fox Wu Sanxing, I didn't see him come out anyway, so who knows if he's awake or not."
Hei Xia Zi really didn't know whether Wu Sansheng had woken up now. After all, Zhang Moyu said that the medicines he had had no experience in human trials. Because of individual differences, they might have different effects on different people.
The label stated that the patient would be forced to sleep for ten hours, but almost eleven hours had passed from the time Xie Yuchen was fed the medicine to the time he woke up.
When Hei Xia Zi was curious and tried it at home, he only slept for eight hours.
Because after falling asleep, all he dreamed of was being chased by the ghost bride, and he managed to get through the last two hours with his extraordinary willpower.
In the dream, the ghost bride strangled his neck, dug out his eyes, and attacked his lower body without any moral ethics. After a night, when Hei Xia Zi woke up in the morning, he was covered in cold sweat, as if he had been through eighteen kinds of torture.
It was also because of that experience that he was able to conclude that the duration of the drug's effectiveness was closely related to willpower. He just didn't know what the willpower of the homeless Third Master was like.
"Xiaohua is awake, so my uncle must be awake too.
Fatty Xiaonan, let's go get that old fox over here and paint him all over."
Wuxie, the good nephew of the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars, excitedly pulled his two brothers towards the tent where Wu Sansheng was.
Wu Sansheng is still sleeping soundly, but Wuxie believes that Wu Sansheng is just pretending to sleep because Hei Xiazi said that his medicine can definitely make people sleep for ten hours, and he also saw that Jie Yuchen, who drank the same potion, has woken up!
Wuxie felt that his third uncle must have been frightened by the fact that he and Fatty Wang had teamed up to force him to take medicine last night after a disagreement, and was now deliberately avoiding him.
After feeling guilty for a second about his impulsive behavior last night, Wuxie went over in his mind all the bad things his third uncle had done to him in the past. He calmed himself down in an instant and decided to throw this man into the quagmire first.
It’s not that he is a bad person, it’s that his third uncle was the first to do bad things!
It doesn't make sense that if his third uncle can do it on the first day, he can't do it on the fifteenth. If his third uncle blames him, then he should think more about the times when he cheated him in the past and think about whether this is a tit-for-tat.
Just like that, Wu Sansheng felt a bump in his sleep. When he struggled to regain control of his body and finally opened his eyes a little, before he could see the situation clearly, he suddenly felt a swaying sensation like sitting on a swing, followed by a feeling of weightlessness.
With a bang, Wu Sansheng fell into the water perfectly, causing a huge splash, but it was muddy water mixed with a lot of sand. After being startled suddenly, Wu Sansheng was blinded by the dirty water as soon as he opened his eyes.
Horrible thoughts quickly flashed through his mind, such as he was being held hostage by people from other forces, being taken away by unknown creatures, and falling into an illusion without realizing it.
Wu Sansheng knew that he had to save himself, so he immediately started struggling with his hands and feet.
He had just woken up from a psychedelic dream and his perception of the surroundings was not very clear. He struggled and flapped his wings for a few times but did not realize that it was just a shallow quagmire.
Wuxie and the others had enough fun, so they pretended to be kind and gave a reminder.
"Uncle San, stop playing and stand up and talk first."
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