The Heartless Mage Chapter 134: Extra – Wuxin and Bai Liuli (1)

Spring of 1938, Xikang.

The bright sun shines on the boundless desolate wilderness, Wuxin half-closed his eyes, dragging his legs and walking slowly on the dry land. There was a war in the north. It was a big battle. The Japanese army entered China, and a large area of ​​the northern land fell. The refugees did not want to be slaves to the country, so they could only run to the rear of the southwest.

He followed, running aimlessly and extremely fast, one step ahead of others into Sichuan. He didn't find any decent way to survive in Sichuan, so he went all the way from Sichuan to Xikang. What are you doing in Xikang? do not know.

I have no intention of demanding myself from people's standards, and I am also a good person. But once he was really hungry, his spirit was empty and his body was uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but abandon his creed. At this moment, he licked his lips and looked around, not only did he not find any prey, but he did not even find a few fresh green grass. Occasionally, ragged and dirty local people pass by him, but he does not want to eat people.

A pair of eyes were completely closed, and Wuxin was sleepy in the warm sunlight. He stopped and knelt down, and he was bored and crouched beside the dirt road. With his arms curled up on his side, he looked down at Lulu. Two wild children were fighting in the distance, with thin arms and thin legs, and a layer of black skin stretched over their bones.

The unintentional eyelids trembled, and the black eyes that were as dry as the earth were about to close again. But just when it was about to close, the two wild children in the field of vision suddenly ran wild in unison as if they had been pricked by acupuncture.

When the wild child disappeared like a little black ant, a big white horse appeared at the end of the road. It is said that the big white horse is colorful because its bridle, saddle and reins are all colorful, better than the most colorful flowers and plants. On the big white sat an equally gorgeous young man. The young man has a fair face and thick braids. The braids were loosely draped, and there was a silver medal on his head. The big gems adorned on the silver medal shone in the sun, like a star on the ground.

One hand was pulling the reins loosely, and the other was holding a black parasol. The black crystal glasses that the young man put on the bridge of his nose slid down slightly, revealing two eyebrows and eyelashes on his upper eyelid. One person, one horse, Shi Shiran came slowly, and Wuxin's eyes opened wider and wider, and he could clearly see the machete, the gun, and the purse embroidered with flowers on the youth's waist.

Struggling to sit up, he unconsciously started licking his lips again, thinking, am I begging or robbery?

He was dazed with hunger, wishing he could rush up and take a bite out of the big white horse's fat. With his legs dangling, he raised his head to meet the person who came, only to find that the young man was already in front of him.

The young man raised his head, didn't look at him expressionlessly, only muttered to himself in a low voice: "Hot!"

Wuxin suddenly came to the spirit - the youth will speak Chinese!

He opened his mouth. He had no intention of robbery. He just wanted to ask the youth for something to eat. But the youth did not take the living creatures on the roadside seriously. Before Wuxin could make a sound, he passed Wuxin and moved on.

He turned around without hesitation, and quickly caught up with the horse's ass: "Sir?"

The young man restrained the horse and looked back at him: "Han people?"

Wuxin laughed immediately: "Yes, I'm Han. Sir, I'm going to starve to death, can you do me a favor and give me something to eat?"

The youth hooked the Mojing glasses down to the tip of his nose with his fingers, revealing a pair of blue eyes. After sizing Wuxin up and down, he pushed the glasses back up to their original position, and then waved his hand: "Go away."

Then he turned forward and drove the big white horse on.

Wuxin immediately followed him: "Sir, I don't eat for free. I'm full, can I lead you a horse? Look at how beautiful your big white horse is, you have to find a groom to serve it, don't you?"

The young man glanced at him behind Mojing glasses: "Do you know who I am?"

Unintentionally smiled and shook his head. At the same time, he took a few quick steps and took the colorful reins from his hands. The young man let go of his hand unexpectedly, and when he came to his senses, the big white horse was already held by Wuxin's hand. The two looked at each other, Wuxin's head and face were all gray and dirty because too much dust had fallen on them. The young man saw that he was laughing very cheaply, with a face of ingratiating himself to the condescending servant, so he raised the whip and slapped him lightly on his neck: "I'm Bai Liuli."

Wuxin still laughs: "Good name, it sounds so nice."

Inadvertently led the big white horse to the official village of Wangbo Tusi. Wangbo Toast is a big local toast, and the official village is four or five stories high. There seems to be some kind of secret relationship between Bai Liuli and Wangbo Tusi, so that they can occupy a very decent house alone behind the Guanzhai. The furnishings of the house are gorgeous, and the beds are covered with fine silk from the Han Dynasty.

Bai Liuli doesn't need a groom, the slave son of the Tusi family will take care of him. After entering the room, he put away his parasol, took off his glasses, and took off his leather robe. Sitting comfortably on the bed, he glanced at Wuxin in front of him. He thought for a while calmly, and he personally poured a bowl of butter tea for Wuxin. With his thumb and fingertips dipped in the tea, he brought the bowl all the way to Wuxin.

Inadvertently took the bowl, raised his head and drank it. Raising his sleeves and wiping his mouth, between his nose and chin, he wiped his original skin tone. Holding the empty bowl in both hands, he lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "Have another bowl, will you?"

Bai Liuli took the bowl with a half-smile, turned and poured another bowl for him. With his thumb dipped in the butter tea again, he handed the bowl to Wuxin: "Drink it."

Inadvertently held the bowl, and drank it all in a few gulps. Holding the empty bowl and looking at Bai Liuli, he said embarrassingly, "I can still drink it."

Bai Liuli raised her eyebrows and picked up the bowl and poured tea neatly. The butter tea was still hot, so he gave the third bowl to Wuxin. He raised his hand and pouted his thumb, feeling that his fingers were about to be scalded by the butter tea.

Wuxin finally became a little more gentle, and drank it one by one, looking up at Bai Liuli while drinking. Bai Liuli sucked her thumb, her blue eyes shining coldly.

When Wuxin drank a whole pot of butter tea, Bai Liuli's color changed suddenly, and he kicked him out of the room safe and sound. Wuxin sat on a stone outside the room and basked in the sun, and knew the reason why Bai Liuli turned her face—in the butter tea, he was poisoned by him.

Maybe it's poison, maybe it's gu. Inadvertently, he could taste the unusual taste. No matter whether it is poison or Gu, in the end, he will urinate into the soil along with the butter tea. His body cannot become the soil for them to grow and grow.

In the room separated by a wall, sat an almost angry Bai Liuli. Inadvertently harassed him all the way, but he didn't die. Thinking that her Gu had lost its lethality to Wuxin, Bai Liuli almost doubted her life when she couldn't figure it out.

Wuxin saw Bai Liuli's wealth, so if Bai Liuli didn't expel him, he stayed at the door of Bai Liuli and didn't leave. When the butter tea was mostly digested and the sun was full, he got up and entered the room, smiling to Bai Liuli: "Sir, is there any water? I want to wash it?"

Bai Liuli raised her sleeves to block the sunlight in front of her eyes and looked at him impatiently: "Wash it?"

Wanxin patted his head: "I'm so dirty."

Bai Liuli waved her hand impatiently: "It's outside."

Unintentional and clueless: "How can there be outside...?"

Bai Liuli answered succinctly: "Heli!"

Wuxin took a bath in a nearby river, and then squatted by the river to wash his clothes. It was a good feeling to have food in his stomach. He put his wet robe and trousers on the low branches by the river and let the spring wind dry them all. Tibetans do not eat fish, but Bai Liuli is obviously not a Tibetan. Wuxin saw that the water was clear and there were many small fish, so he stood in the shoal with his bare bottom, bent down and caught five or six with his bare hands. Using sturdy grass blades to weave a rope through the fish's gills, he returned to Bai Liuli with a bunch of small fish in the evening.

He asked Bai Liuli, "Do you eat fish?"

After asking, he tentatively raised a hand. The little fish was tied into a string by the green grass rope, and was still struggling with its head and tail. When the water drops were thrown by the fish tail on Bai Liuli's face, Bai Liuli ducked back, thinking to himself, why is he still not dead?

"I eat fish." Bai Liuli stared at him eagerly: "I eat everything."

Inadvertently, I wanted to please Bai Liuli, so I built a small fire and cooked the small fish very carefully. Bai Liuli slowly ate three fish, and by the way, poisoned the remaining fish. Sitting nervously on the edge of the bed, he raised his spirits and waited for an unintentional death. However, after Wuxin had eaten and drank enough, he brought a basin of water in front of him, and truly fulfilled his duties as a servant: "Sir, do you want to wash your feet?"

Bai Liuli took a serious look at his complexion and saw that his face was blushing, and he had absolutely no intention of dying. Liushen shook his head helplessly, and he replied blankly: "No, I already washed it once last month. How do you...how do you feel?"

He replied casually, "I feel good."

Bai Liuli nodded: "Oh...don't call me Mr., call me Bai Liuli."

The bottom of Wuxin's boots is rotten, and he has been barefoot since taking a shower in the afternoon. Bai Liuli didn't wash it, so a basin of water was just saved for him. When he cleaned up, he asked Bai Liuli, "Can you find me a place to live?"

Bai Liuli's residence has several rooms in total, but only the one in the middle is a bedroom where you can rest. Bai Liuli didn't look at him, she just waved her sleeves back thoughtfully. Wuxin was a little flattered: "I sleep with you?"

Bai Liuli nodded: "Yes."

Bai Liuli's bed is soft and smooth, covered with layers of silk. Wuxinman thought he could sleep comfortably, but when Bai Liuli lay down on the outside, he sniffed and suddenly felt that the smell around him was not right.

He turned his face to Bai Liuli without a trace, he controlled his strength to inhale, and found that Bai Liuli's body had a complex and strange odor. Unlike human body odor, it is more like a mixture of oils and spices that has deteriorated, and some chemicals have been added to it. The strange smell is really not as pure as the smell of big feces.

He doesn't need to breathe, but Bai Liuli occasionally turns over and blows air into his nostrils. He turned his back to the other side with difficulty, thinking that instead of enjoying the smelly silk bedding, he might as well go out to sleep.

As soon as he moved, Bai Liuli said, "Wuxin, you are in good health."

Wuxin knew what he meant, but pretended to be stupid: "Yes, I never get sick."

In the next two days, Bai Liuli gave Wuxin a dozen more poisons. On the third day, he gritted his teeth and looked at Wuxin, who was alive and kicking, and personally roasted a **** scorpion for him to eat.

Inadvertently ate the black scorpion, chewing with a crunch. After he finished eating, he went out, but Bai Liuli didn't stop him, waiting for him to die outside.

Unexpectedly, in the evening when the sky was full of sunset, Wuxin came back with two thrushes with broken necks.

Bai Liuli felt that her powerful witchcraft had become a joke in front of Wuxin. Sadly, he ate a roasted thrush. He lowered his head and coughed twice. He lost a lot of weight all at once, and the silver belt around his waist also hung loosely on his crotch.

At night, Bai Liuli couldn't sleep and sat on the bed in a daze. Wuxin now relies on his food and house, so it is not good to leave him to sleep alone. Squatting beside him shirtless, Wuxin asked softly, "Why don't you sleep?"

Bai Liuli turned her head to look at the white moon outside the window: "I'm depressed."

Wu Xin asked very gently: "I will sing you a song?"

Bai Liuli nodded: "Okay."

Wuxin doesn't actually sing very well, but she is willing to comfort Bai Liuli. After thinking for a moment, he opened his mouth and sang: "La la la, la la la, I'm a newspaper seller—"

Bai Liuli waved her hand: "Forget it, it's very noisy. Go to sleep. If you're full tomorrow, get out of here, I don't want you anymore."

Unintentionally lay down, tilted his head to look at his back, and really didn't want to roll.

The next morning, Wuxin washed himself with clean water until his hair was black and his skin was white. Then he boiled butter tea, put the noodles and honey on a large plate, and prepared breakfast for Bai Liuli very diligently.

Bai Liuli ate breakfast and waited for him to roll automatically. Waiting until noon, Wuxin grilled him a piece of venison that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

Bai Liuli ate meat with him. After eating he disappeared. Bai Liuli thought he was gone, and her mood was much calmer. Unexpectedly, when it was about to get dark, he appeared again with a smile like a ghost.