Conquer the World

Chapter 167 Disgusting Things

Fang Henshui silently recited the secret in his heart, while peeking at the old monk who changed his fate from time to time. He doesn't know what kind of path he is taking now, but what he is sure is that he is running counter to all the dreams in his lifetime and drifting away.

He had previously imagined that he would become an excellent head catcher, breaking countless cases and then being promoted to Pingbu Qingyun one after another. Sooner or later he would sit on the seat of a county magistrate or even a county guard. When your beard is white, you may become a governor!

He had previously imagined that he would become a peerless master, and he would admire him for his resistance to countless foreign enemies and even his Majesty. When his beard became white, filial children and a large group of apprentices were second to none in the rivers, lakes, and courts.

He had imagined that he would marry a quiet lady. Even if he does not become a crucial figure in Da Sui, he must live a happy and beautiful life. Take your wife's hand to stroll along the beach, listen to the tide to watch the sunset, enjoy every spring blossom, and taste every sun and moon alternately.

He even thought that when he died, he would set up the grave on the small earth hill in his hometown, with the grave head facing the sea.

But these are gone.

After the old monk wisely taught him the tactics of Turtle Breath, he closed his eyes and stopped talking. He looked at this old man who was not tall at all, but the old man with a strong sense of oppression like a mountain in front of himself could not feel a trace of resistance in his heart. The old monk said that he was injured, but Fang hated the water to know that even the injured old monk could crush himself with a finger.

Buddhism

Everyone in Da Sui despised Buddhism like a dog, and he became a Buddhist disciple.

Fang hated Shui bitterly, and said why his fate was so unfair to him. He's just a catcher in a small remote county in Da Sui. Even if there are many magnificent dreams, that's just a dream, isn't it? He is an ordinary person, and every ordinary person has some distant dreams in his heart.

He knew that he was ultimately just a mediocre life. He married a fisherman's daughter, had rough skin tanned by the sun and blown by the sea breeze, and had a thick but strong waist like a bucket. Have a few children, squatting at the door like a bird waiting to be fed every day waiting for them to come home from the door. When they saw themselves, they shouted and rushed to hug themselves and called their father.

Why is it like today?

Who the **** did I offend so much that I would run into such doom?

Fang Henshui thought a lot, and then fell asleep. He was tired. Although the old monk was skinny and short, he was very tired after walking all the way, and he had not eaten for two days. The food from the students was lost when they fled. Only the rest was something that old monks could enjoy. He could only look at it, not even daring to smell it.

After falling asleep, he began an endless nightmare. Dreaming that he was wearing a gray monk robe and a golden hoe, walking on the prairie. Those herders in strangely shaped clothes paid their respects and offered their gold and silver and the most delicious food.

The most beautiful woman kissed his toes at his feet.

He looked at the herders proudly, feeling the grassland winds completely different from the sea breeze. In his dream, he saw the prairie, as vast as the sea, but it was green and boundless. The wind blew pastures like waves. He stood there, enjoying the respect of all.

At this time, a black tide suddenly flowed from the eastern horizon. He stared with wide eyes, staring in horror at the unstoppable black tide. Stepped on the green grass, crushed those nomads, blood and minced meat were everywhere, mourning and crying rang through the sky.

It was Da Sui's heavy armored rider, which broke the peace in his dream. The large Sui cavalry, wearing black iron armor, harvested the lives of herdsmen with sharp horses like wheat. They were like black hurricanes, everything they had destroyed was destroyed. No one could stop them from moving forward, and the loud horn of the Da Sui army's attack seemed to tear the grassland's sky.

He couldn't stop the mighty army either, he dreamed that he was knocked over by a crimson war horse, and the knight on his horse was holding a long **** knife in his hand, his cold eyes stared at him. No trace of emotion. He wanted to knelt down and begged, but could not stand over by the crimson war horse. He wanted to say that he was also Sui, but he clearly felt that the eyes behind Sui's face armor could see everything.

"You are a traitor, Da Sui's traitor, so ... you can only die."

The Sui general said indifferently, then slowly raised the huge red long knife. At this time, Fang hated the water to see clearly. The knife was not red because it was stained with blood. The knife was this kind of color, weird, deep, and scary.

The blade was raised, as if the sunlight could penetrate the blade.

What a terrible knife.

Beautiful knife.

The sword fell, and Fang Henshui even saw his head rolling on the ground. The blood waterfall in his neck sprayed out like blood, and his blood was filled with shame.

what!

Fang hated the water and woke up with sweat.

I am no longer Sui ...

Waking up Fang Henshui trembled, curled up in the corner of the tree hole. He hugged his knee, buried his head between his legs, and dared not open his eyes to see the world. After a long time like this, he suddenly looked up at the old monk, his eyes were full of hatred. It was late at night, and the tree hole was darker. He could only see the faintly visible outline of the old monk, sitting like a zombie sitting cross-legged.

The old monk was still in the process of setting, and it seemed that he had not heard anything strange about him.

Fang Henshui bit his lip, and blood slid slowly down the corner of his mouth.

...

...

When Fang Xie woke up, he stretched his waist and then failed again to try to calculate the time. This dungeon does not see the sun all year round. Even if it is sunny and sunny outside, it is scary if it is not lit here. The light here is always dim, and it is impossible to guess whether it is day or night because of the oil lamp.

Being in this place for a long time can make people feel that they have become chaotic. Even day and night, it's murky. Perhaps deliberately, the timing of feeding him was irregular. So that Fang Xie completely lost time, and gradually too lazy to think about whether the sun or the moon hanging in the sky.

If Fang Jie didn't speak, it seemed quiet in the stone room to hear the sound of his own heartbeat. People always want to pursue a quiet life at some point, without being disturbed by anyone. But when you are really in such an absolutely quiet room, your heart often spreads boundless fear.

There was no sound, so that even the slight movement of the body was so harsh.

Fang Jie frowned. After a long time of brewing, her expression finally became happy. A long and sharp fart was squeezed out of his stomach by him, tearing the silence in the stone room. It sounded abruptly, so proud.

Fang Xie smiled proudly, turned over and continued to sleep.

Perhaps this is a very boring struggle, not ridiculous, but reveals a desolation.

The second time Fang Xie opened his eyes, there was no change in the room. The oil lamp was tirelessly sticking to his post, and he didn't know how the lamp oil inside could not burn. Just as Fang Xie was ready to pee for a long time, a sound of talking sounded outside the iron gate.

From this point, it is not certain that it is daylight now, because there are people watching outside at all times. And there are always some boring people who come to see him at any time, push the iron door and say a few boring words to him. For example, the one-armed man seems to like to look at Fang Xie's embarrassment at this time.

Fang Xie left the stone bed at the fastest speed, rushed to the corner, lifted the night pot, and sprinkled a sizzling-yellow-urine. The expression on his face was so intoxicated, it was as if he had just done a beautiful lady with flowers.

The iron door was pushed open, and people who walked in saw Fang Jie who was lifting his pants up a little, and his face was slightly unhappy.

This is a young person who has never seen Fang Jie. Wearing a light-gray near-monthly white brocade with a jade pendant on the belt, the red tassels were particularly eye-catching. This man is tall but not tall. Looks like it's under Fang Jie's ears at most. He said he was long because he seemed to have a perfect figure.

This young man's face was very white, not that kind of fat white, nor that kind of sick white, white was very healthy, and had a texture like sheep fat and white jade. His eyebrows were thin and raised slightly, his eyes were large and his eyes proud. Compared to men, his jaw is slightly sharper, but it is not inconsistent.

In the group of men, he is definitely a beautiful man.

But Fang Xie could tell at a glance that this was a girl. She is still a self-righteous girl who thinks she can fool all the satyr eyes by wearing a man's clothing.

Behind her was a big man, but it seemed respectful behind the young man. So Fang Xie made a guess while raising his pants, which would make the inside guards feel like he was the little girl Hou Wenji was working as a companion.

"nausea"

The guy dressed as a man frowned and raised his hand to cover his nose.

"It's the most normal thing to eat, drink, shit, and pee. If you feel sick even this, I don't know what you don't feel sick. And ... your definition of nausea is too simple to understand. It's disgusting. "

Fang Xie sat back on the stone bed, took off his shoes and began to pick his feet.

"His Highness ..."

Hou Wen whispered very quietly, trying to persuade the woman whose face was gloomy. She was exactly the one who was brought back to the battalion soldiers by the Hedai people on the half-moon mountain that day. If Fang Xie was present at the time, she would be able to easily guess her identity.

The faceless woman slowly inhaled and made herself look calmer. She came here purely because of curiosity, wondering what the descendant of the seventh uncle who loves her most looks like ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but she was obviously disappointed at the moment of seeing Fang Xie. Although the dirty guy has a clear eyebrow, it is disgusting to sit on the stone bed and pick his feet.

"Well"

She went to the chair and sat down, trying her best to make her look indifferent: "Then you tell me, what is disgusting?"

Fang Xie glanced at Hou Wenji, pointed to his nose and asked, "I have to answer?"

He had to frown when his fingers were close to the tip of his nose.

Hou Wen nodded extremely: "Must."

Fang Jiemu said, sitting up straight and watching the woman for a while, unscrupulous, his eyes glanced from top to bottom. This made the woman even more unhappy, but in order to show strength she pretended to be calm. She was not angry, simply because the prisoner seemed to look down on her. If you are angry, maybe this disgusting guy will look down even more.

"Disgusting thing ... You can imagine that you have a **** for breakfast. Some people who **** may be a little angry, and that **** may be black and hard. So they chew a bit and they do n’t swallow well. . "

The woman's complexion changed and her stomach twitched.

"Of course, you can treat this as dry rice. You can find another person who has a gastrointestinal tract and dip it into a porridge to drink. As a mouthwash, rinse the dry rice you ate before."

The woman pursed her lips tightly, looking increasingly angry at Fang Jie's eyes. The tumbling in her stomach made her almost uncontrollable, but she still didn't vomit after all.

"Is this disgusting? But so!"

She sneered.

"No no no"

Fang Xie repeatedly waved her hands, then looked at her eyes seriously and said, "The disgusting thing is ... you've got your teeth."

Wow

She finally couldn't hold it, and spit it out.