The old man smiled and looked at their leader.
"Come, how magnificent! When I left, the moon was obscured by clouds, and when I returned, the fighting was over. I've been a borer all my life, and only today have I heard that dying on the battlefield isn't a heroic act, but a tragic one~!"
Bula and Milong looked at each other, then both turned their heads away. The group looked at their leader in silence.
However, the old man's tone of voice was very rhythmic, and it was obvious that he had received a good education when he was young.
Their leader is about to do it, after all, so many Zenda people are watching.
"Fuck! Today, you're going to get drunk and sleep in your hometown~! We Zen masters and gentlemen will never laugh at you~!"
"Thank you for your kindness~!"
Shuo Yu didn't even dare to breathe as he watched their leader pick up the huge bowl of wine, toasting to the sky, to the earth, and then, perhaps because there was still too much in the bowl, he toasted to the people's conscience.
A big bowl of wine, the old man opposite drank most of it, and their leader just licked the skin of his mouth, and finally showed everyone the bottom of the bowl without a drop left. Only then did Shuo Yu breathe a sigh of relief. If there was a hair on their leader's body, he must be Sun Wukong's fellow villager.
“…Magnificent, magnificent!”
Shuo Yu turned his head and smiled secretly. He dared to say that the old man's face must have stiffened for a moment.
The sound of drums began to rise again. The Yunnan people who loved the hustle and bustle would celebrate anything. However, Shuoyu and his group of exhausted living dead who had just escaped from the battlefield had no energy left.
He simply lay on the spot, his face all over the place. Milong shouted if anyone had seen his wife and children, but no one paid any attention to him. Everyone was only concerned with their own revelry.
Shuoyu leaned on Kangya on the left and Fanla on the right. The two of them fed him bananas and roasted chicken.
The process of them going from heroes to beggars was so fast that even they themselves felt a little embarrassed, but they really did not have the energy to care about their precarious image.
The veterinarian watched Milong searching for his wife and children in confusion, but no one responded to him. He could only accept the fact that his wife and children were missing in disbelief.
"Didn't they all cross the river?" the veterinarian asked kindly.
"I didn't see him. Where did he go? He's just a fat guy. There are no good fat people these days!"
Milong didn't drink, but he looked like a drunk and crazy person. He kept shouting about where his wife and children were. Finally, he returned to Shuoyu and the others with a lonely look, just like the unlucky guy who went to redeem the lottery ticket but was notified that the lottery ticket was expired.
Si La Si La stood up without saying a word and sat down in an open space where he would not be disturbed by the other bustling people. Shuo Yu lay on his stomach and looked at him. He still couldn't stand up, except for his head, so he just looked at the back of their leader, while opening his mouth to eat the pomegranate and sesame cake given to him by someone unknown.
Fanla was staring at something, and Shuoyu's eyes were drawn to it. He saw a guy he had seen a few times before, a dog that could stand up to a person's thighs, the dog king of Zenda. His only friendship with this dog was when he met it in the streets, and the two of them passed by each other without disturbing each other.
Then he saw a very magical scene. Their leader seemed to have recovered and stood on all fours, just as if he had walked on four legs before. The dog rushed towards him like a cannonball, and he rushed towards the dog like another cannonball.
Shuo Yu wanted to close his eyes, fearing that the two shells would collide and shatter into pieces. Fanla was still shouting, but soon he could not shout anymore, because it was obvious that there was a special connection between this dog and their leader.
Shuoyu then remembered that they were talking about the same dog.
The man and the dog rolled together, inseparable. He had never seen their leader be so close to anyone except this dog. A dog-like man and a human-like dog biting each other. Perhaps this was a way for them to express their intimacy with each other.
It's like the daily struggle between wanting numbing and not being spicy.
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