Everyone's enthusiasm was exhausted in this sudden heavy rain.
Except for one person, Milong.
A man who could treat the heavy rain as an open-air bath. He was no longer a black market boss who relied on fist violence, but a complete member of the "Sichuan Army". The degree of disgust when his mouth opened was comparable to Meng Fanle's bad mouth, especially when Shuoyu found that he was humming a Northeastern Errenzhuan, because the tune made him want to sing along.
"You have to let me come! Who wouldn't want to come? Who wouldn't want to come?"
They were very cold as they were sheltering from the rain under the broken tiles, especially since this dilapidated temple had been there for who knows how long. There were many holes on top of their heads. Shuo Yu held the bean cake in one hand, while the other hand was snatched away by the shameless Kang Ya. He tried his best to pass his warmth to everyone who leaned against him, but he only had two hands and a not very strong body.
He turned his head to look at Milong who was standing in the rain and taking a bath.
"I need some numbness! Rub my back for me!"
"Whose father are you~!"
"You are my father, father~ rub your son's back~!"
Milong really grasped the essence of Errenzhuan, which is to make everyone who sees his performance laugh. Among them, Shuoyu laughed the loudest.
He Shuguang, who knew nothing about anything, had left before watching this rare show, leaving Shuoyu and the others here.
His superiors didn't tell him anything, and even gave him a vague order that couldn't be more vague.
Ma was going to rub Milong's back, so Shuoyu had no free hands and had to use his head to hit Mengfan.
"Damn it! No good man's head should be hit like that."
Meng Fanle stared at him with his eyes covered and his head covered. A white hand stretched out in front of him.
"Stop talking nonsense and give me your matches."
"What do you want matches for?"
"What for? Can't you see? Of course it's used to start a fire?" Shuo Yu gave him a distracted look.
"Are you crazy? How come it's all wet?"
"Give me!"
There was no need for Shuoyu to say anything, Kang Ya had already made his move. He knew which pocket Fanla's matches were in, and handed them to Shuoyu like a treasure.
"Here you go, Banxian'er."
"Doubing, go find a bigger piece of wood. It will be useful to me." Shuoyu touched Doubing's head.
"Okay, Brother Banxian."
Holding the long wooden stick in his hand, Shuo Yu also walked into the rain. Looking at Mi Long Yao Ma who was scrubbing his body, he kindly reminded her,
"You'd better stand aside."
"Why?"
"Because there will be thunder soon, I need to ask God for a fire to warm myself. God, please lend me a fire!"
Everyone just watched and waited, and then they saw a flash of thunder and it landed right on the stick that Shuoyu was holding, forming a torch. The rain also stopped at this time. He glanced at Milong and Yaoma who were standing there stupidly, and shouted,
"What are you standing there for? Go back inside and warm yourself by the fire."
"ah--!"
"That's right, that's right."
Yao Ma ran the fastest, as if he had received some order. The people in Shu had a pair of flexible legs and feet, which allowed them to walk on the mountain as if on flat ground.
A small fire was lit in the middle of the dilapidated temple. Everyone saw it just now. They had heard Shuo Yu talk about it before, but few of them took it seriously!
Almost everyone had a lot of questions to ask, but an inexplicable fear made their mouths stick shut. Among them, Meng Fanle, who was closest to Shuo Yu, was the first one to speak.
The crackling sound of the fire was obvious in the dilapidated temple where one could see the air. In the end, the desire for warmth broke through other messy things. Doubing's eyes were full of curiosity. He also wanted to learn. For Doubing, who knew nothing, this was a magical trick.
It was no different from the "knife swallowing" he had seen on the street before.
Then his stupid brain was hit by Shuo Yu. He turned around and looked at the people who hesitated and dared not approach him, and burst out laughing.
"What's wrong? Is this the first time you know I'm not lying? That's right, I'm the future immortal official who can't change his name or surname. I've already told you that I'm going to be an immortal, so why don't you believe me?"
Shuoyu shook his head, with an expression of an unteachable child on his face. Under the reflection of the firelight, he looked quite popular. This made Milong, who had been suspicious of him as a monster, feel relieved and rushed over.
"What the hell are you talking about?! People who cultivate immortality always hide in deep mountains and old forests. No one would go to this shabby place like you. I don't want to come to this damn place. I have to go home sooner or later."
Milong's big palm was still slapping Shuoyu's back vigorously, and Meng Fanle also said tentatively,
"Is this some kind of magic trick or scientific principle? Have you ever been abroad or studied physics and chemistry?"
Shuo Yu looked down at his wrinkled rat-like face, pointed to the sky, and winked at him cunningly.
"The secret cannot be revealed~"
There were one, two, three, four, and then a group. Everyone tried hard to get closer to the small fire in the innermost part. Shuo Yu leaned against the veterinarian, thinking that the old man's worries had really come true.
"Dad, do you have anything to say?"
"Uh, what should I say?"
"I don't know. Is there anything you want to do?"
"Um, I want to take a leave and go back to see my eight patients. No one is taking care of them."
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