Chapter 132 132: Destiny is determined? [Requesting monthly tickets]
“These warriors!” Qi Shan cursed angrily, his thoughts confused by the banging sound of fighting. I was really impatient, so I raised my hand and pulled out the fork holding the window. Without the support of the fork, the window snapped shut. "Are you going to let me sleep at night?"
The moon pouring into the house The color was cut off at the waist.
The sound of closing the window is a little quieter, but it is still very noisy. The noise is like mosquitoes buzzing in the ears. It is not loud but has a strong presence. Qishan sighed, and had no choice but to use the spirit of "not hearing anything outside the window" to block his hearing.
Others don’t have this ability.
Holding back his anger, he peeked out to see who was going crazy at night. When he saw it was Shen Tang and Li Li, he went back to his room to continue to sleep.
Zhai Le yawned: "Brother Shen is so full of energy."
Gong Shuwu was not surprised: "I stopped after the fight."
"Sleep. Go to bed, I have to get up early tomorrow.”
He also wanted to see how Gong Shuwu trained.
Zhai Le crawled into his bed and closed his eyes.
After only three breaths, slight snoring sounded.
Gong Shuwu raised his hand and flicked out the oil lamp.
The bandit village has limited housing, and dozens of new people were purchased during the day. The housing became increasingly tight, and the people below crowded into Datong Shop. As a guest, Zhai Le could only share a room with Gong Shuwu. It's said to be "squeezing into one room", but it's actually just sleeping on two makeshift wooden boards.
Although the conditions are simple, Zhai Le knows the conditions on Shen Tang's side, and as a brave warrior, he himself does not have the squeamishness of ordinary children of aristocratic families. When I was young, I practiced hard in the mountains. Not to mention sleeping on a patchwork of wooden boards, being able to lie down and sleep was a luxury.
At least it still has a roof and four walls.
The fight between Shen Tang and Li Li continues.
The situation remained stalemate. Li Li tried to break through in various ways, but failed repeatedly. Whether it was fast attack, slow attack, or sudden sneak attack, Shen Tang was always at ease and followed him to change the response rhythm. The more Li Li beats, the more anxious and upset he becomes.
In the end, he lost his rhythm and structure, and Shen Tang seized the opportunity and hit his wrist with a blow. The moment the "weapon" was released, he secretly thought something was wrong. Sure enough, after only three moves, she decisively pressed the tip of the wooden stick against his throat, and he lost.
Li Li stood there for a long time.
Until Shen Tang took back the stick.
"Lang Jun, if you've had enough fun, can you go back to sleep?" As the hot blood rushing to the brain gradually cooled down, the fighting spirit boiling in Lili's blood was also replaced by some kind of weakness. He took a deep breath, suppressed the negative emotions raging in his chest, and tried to sound kinder, "I won't accompany you anymore, little one."
After that, he turned and left.
The direction he walked was not the room but the stream near the bandit's village. Shen Tang hesitated for a while and then followed him.
I heard Lili's roar from a long distance away.
"Ahhhhh-"
The water in the stream was up to Lili's waist.
He slapped the water angrily and manically, roaring with unclear emotions from his throat, hitting or kicking him, until his strength was exhausted, and he leaned back. As the huge water splashed up, the body was completely submerged by the stream. He resurfaced when he felt that the air in his chest had been exhausted and was about to explode.
The coolness of the stream flowed into his body through his skin, making his chaotic, swollen and hot brain feel better, and his sanity gradually returned.
He was about to go ashore when he saw a familiar short figure standing by the stream, looking quietly in his direction.
Li Li tensed the flesh of his jaw and pursed his lips.
"Lang Jun is..."
Shen Tang said: "It seems that you are not in the right mood, let's take a look." Li Li asked funnyly: "Is Lang Jun afraid of committing suicide?"
Shen Tang nodded honestly.
But Li Li smiled bitterly and murmured: "No way, haha, I really want to commit suicide. I committed suicide a few years ago, how could I live to this day."
Shen Tang asked: "Is it related to that lady?"< br>
Li Li’s face changed slightly, but Still nodding his head and admitting without hesitation: "I have some relationship with Madam, but not all of it. More of it is the disgust towards myself... I just finally understood that, as her brother said, some things are really destined from birth."< br>< br>Shen Tang asked: "What did he tell you?"
Li Li tightened his cheeks and said patiently: "It's nothing, it's just that the lady has had a silver spoon in her mouth since she was a child. Chewing it may last me three to five years or even Up to ten years. Even if I can convince my wife to leave with me, I will only let her down in the end. He is right, many people will die wherever they are born! Useless!”
Shen Tang was almost shocked by his depression.
"Why do you say this?"
Li Li said with red eyes: "I am a ready-made example. Even if God gives me a bowl, I will still starve to death..."
< br>Obviously his talent is so good that he can change his family's fate of poverty. He can afford to raise as many younger brothers and sisters as his parents have, but in the end he has no opportunities but cannot seize them!
“When I was young, I was often troubled by hunger. Every day I opened my eyes, I was worried about how to fill my stomach. All my energy was spent on how to stay alive.”
He doesn't know that he has talent, nor does he know that he is brave and literary. His background means that he is not exposed to those things. Even if you know it, it is useless, because it is too difficult to cultivate brave warriors, and it is not something that poor people who work hard to fill their stomachs can hope for.
When Lili knew what he had missed, he was confused and painful, and his wife was the only one who patiently comforted him.
Li Li's eyes were gentle: "Madam is the most beautiful woman in the world, and no one has ever been as kind to me as she is."
Teach him step by step how to hold a pen and how to read. , how to study, and asked a martial artist to teach him martial arts. It was obvious that he was just a face, and a face was just a plaything, so why should she be so concerned about him?
Li Li still understands this truth.
He waded up and climbed up, sat by the stream, took off his shirt and twisted it, jokingly said: "I was still not convinced at that time. I told my wife's brother that I would never be brave even in this life. But I will never be weaker than the so-called warrior. I can still protect my wife and earn honor for her."
With the passion of his youth and the dignity that his wife put into his body, he made the first move. Once I got into trouble with someone who was above me.
Just to fight for the right to stay.
Of course, the results are obvious.
He will probably never forget the look in Madam's brother's eyes at that time until his death. It almost penetrated his body and peered into his humble and humble soul that was still struggling to breathe. Over the years, he has been holding back that breath, trying to reverse something...
The reality told him -
"Wenxin and courage are indeed unshakable."
Shen Tang suddenly understood why Lili was acting like this suddenly. She asked him: "Because I am Wenxin Scribes, but still beat you? "
Li Li said bluntly: "I can't beat you."
He has not relaxed over the years, trying to use the method he learned at that time to introduce Qi into his body, but no matter how hard he tried, he still felt. There is no "Qi". Even if he can kill a third-level hairpin owl with his bare hands, he also knows that a third-level hairpin owl is not a true warrior. When he encounters a higher-level warrior, he can only wait for death.
Now he cannot defeat the weak scribes.
Now that I think about it, he really doesn’t know the heights of the world.
Shen Tang helplessly raised his forehead: "...You shouldn't compare yourself with me."
Who should the reference group look for but not her? When she was drunk, she didn't even flinch when she encountered an eighth-class bus! After knowing that the eighth-class public transport can attract the existence of the 400th junior, she dares to be tough-hehe, can this damn person be a normal ninth-grade scholar?
(End of this chapter)