Chapter 270
He swallowed his saliva in this suffocating state, and murmured: "You... you saved me, in the cage."
Xie Wen raised his eyebrows.
Once he opened the mouth, it became much smoother: "Not only once, but also when the fire came, the golden-winged roc suddenly blocked it."
"——the phantom of the wings." Lao Mao added with a serious face just like Wen Shi.
"Yes, anyway, that's not what I can do." Dadong said, "I'm far behind, I don't have that ability."
When he came out of the cage at Sanmidian, he would always think of that scene, think about it over and over again, and sometimes he would become dazed when he thought about it. Of course, he imagined that he still had hidden talents, which would be stimulated in times of crisis, and then shock everyone. But he knew better than anyone else that even Dao Phantom was far beyond his ability.
That is, someone rescued them and put the credit on him, and he hasn't been able to find a chance to say thank you so far.
He should say thank you, but he is used to being rough and frizzy, and he is not a good-tempered and polite person. He always passes this sentence in other ways, and he has never said it a few times in his life. , when he asked Xie Wen and Wen, he couldn't say anything.
So Dadong was awkward, scratching his head and scratching his head for a long time, only thinking of a less reckless expression.
It was an ancient ritual he learned from his master when he was practicing puppetry. As a short-tempered young man, he always felt that the action was nondescript in a modern situation, so he never did it properly.
Today was the first time, he bowed to Xie Wen and Wen Shi, and made a strange but serious gift.
"you……"
This time, Wen Shi was really stunned.
But before he could react, Dadong had bounced up like a monkey, moved away from them like his ass was on fire, and ran behind Zhou Xu, grabbing the only person he dared to grab, calming his heartbeat.
"I'm fucking dying..." Dadong whispered to Zhou Xu.
Zhou Xu silently glanced at the hands on his arms, said "Oh", and comforted him with his big tail on his back, "No way, they don't eat people."
Dadong shrank his head and looked around again, and said, "Where's Patriarch Bu Ning? I couldn't count him no matter what, where is the spirit?"
Zhou Xu dragged his voice "um—" and said in his heart that this is really a wonderful question: "I'm thinking about how to tell you..."
Before he could explain with Dadong, Zhang Lan, who had been standing in the open space for a long time, suddenly trembled and coughed in the wind.
She coughed until her neck and face were flushed, and the blood didn't stop rushing up to the top, as if she had to cough up her internal organs or something else to count. When she finally straightened up, she glanced at Xie Wen and Wen in embarrassment, and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, only to find that there was a faint layer of blood on it.
"I..." Zhang Lan's voice was already hoarse.
She swallowed the taste of blood in her mouth, and wanted to explain her previous actions, but when she opened her mouth, she found that she couldn't explain.
She just stared blankly at the bloodstain on the back of her hand, and rubbed it vigorously for a long time until her skin was redder than the bloodstain, and her fingers were shaking.
"Look up." Wen Shi said to her.
Zhang Lan raised his head, but his fingers were still rubbing the blood. She was a little confused, and hurriedly said: "Ya Lin and I plan to wait for you to fall asleep and go back to Zhang's house. It's not about doing anything, I just feel old..."
She habitually wanted to say "Old Man", but when she saw the blood on her finger was stuck again, she paused and said, "I think something will happen to them like that, so I still want to tell them. But when I went downstairs, I saw that this place was already aligned. "
Wen Shi stared at her eyes, then glanced at Xie Wen, raised his hand and tapped her forehead with the heel of his palm.
That blow was neither light nor heavy, Zhang Lan's whole body shook, he closed his eyes, and stopped rubbing his fingers.
When she opened it again, her gaze finally had a fixed point.
"Tricky." He lowered his hands when he heard it.
Zhou Xu suddenly remembered something and interjected: "Is it because of talisman water? It's the one who used talisman water to touch the forehead when I met the Patriarch when I was young."
Dadong's talent is average, and he never received this kind of treatment when he was a child. But he heard a few powerful peers mention it, and he has always left an impression. The last time he saw Wen Shi knocking on the forehead of that little girl from the Shen family in the cage at Sanmidian, he still felt familiar. It's just that I didn't react for a while.
Now when Zhou Xu mentions it like this, it seems to have the same meaning.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Lan shook her head and said hoarsely, "It's not because of that."
Wen Shi and Xie Wen turned their eyes to look over, and she repeated: "It's not because of that, Ya Lin and I didn't understand it when we were young, we'll see you when we grow up... I saw him order it for others. Ya Lin learned puppet arts, so I can read books , We also know a thing or two about the old-fashioned spirit fixation. We wondered if it might be related to the fixation spirit, so we went to investigate. The children who were touched by Fushui did not show any abnormalities, and there were no signs or traces of puppets. , on the contrary, the spirit will be more stable and more vigorous."
In the words of the older generation, it means that the spiritual aperture has been opened up. As with many bless, empowering rune spells, there's no fault to be found.
What's more, if something goes wrong, the elders of the other family will be the first to refuse.
Because of that suspicion, Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin had a subtle sense of guilt towards their grandfather Zhang Zhengchu for a long time. So in many things later, they are always more inclined to believe him.