The Heartless Mage Chapter 167: It was him

Little Ding Mao took out an enamel cup from under the table, poured half a glass of wine and brought it to Wuxin. Then he put down the wine bottle and picked up his chopsticks, and he picked up a small plate at hand. There were a few oily poached eggs on the plate, he lowered his eyes with a cigarette in his mouth, picked up a soft quivering poached egg and sent it to the vegetable plate in front of Wuxin: "Eat it, is it soft?"

Inadvertently glanced at it: "It seems to be."

When Xiao Dingmao heard this, he stretched out his chopsticks and took the poached egg back again: "If yes, give it to me, I like to eat soft-hearted ones."

Inadvertently watching him open his mouth, smoking, talking and eating at the same time, it was clearly not enough, so he waved his hand impatiently: "I'm not hungry, you don't mind me. My original intention is not to accompany you to eat and drink, you ask me for something. In other words, I have something to say to you too. You and I don't make a fool of yourself, let's talk about it!"

Little Dingmao took the cigarette between his fingers and ate the soft-hearted poached egg with a plate. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked the egg yolk on his lips, and said to the young man at the door, "Little Li, please avoid it."

The youth agreed and opened the door to go out. The empty black room closed the door, leaving only Wuxin and the little cat under the lamp. Wuxin looked at the little Ding Mao and asked softly, "You saw me a long time ago, right?"

Little Dingmao smiled and nodded, took a sip of wine: "Yes!"

Wuxin listened to his answer happily, but more and more doubts arose in my heart: "Who are you?"

Little Dingmao raised his hand to hold his glasses, and exhaled a puff of smoke at Wuxin: "Guess!"

Inadvertently stared at Xiao Ding Mao's eyes: "You can't be... Yue Qiluo?"

Little Ding Mao waved his hand: "Wrong! If I were Lao Yue, I would have eaten you alive."

Wuxin was completely confused: "Do you know Yue Qiluo?"

Little Ding Mao tilted her head and asked solemnly: "Didn't you give her to me? You should see that I am very fond of you!"

Inadvertently winked: "Who the **** are you?"

Little Ding Mao flicked the ash on the ground: "Tell me first, what kind of thing you are. I count it for decades, how come you haven't changed at all? You tell the truth, don't be sloppy with me. I He has a good memory and will never mistake someone for the wrong person.”

Wanxin patted the table and suddenly realized: "I know who you are! You are from a ghost cave - you came out?"

Little Dingmao nodded deeply: "clever!"

Wuxin's eyes widened in disbelief: "You... I remember you're a woman!"

Little Dingmao smiled: "Why? Have you checked it?"

Wu Xin opened her eyes to the extreme: "Impossible! You are definitely a woman! Don't look at me only seeing you once, I remember it very clearly!"

Little Dingmao looked at his huge black eyes, and immediately raised his hand to cover his eyes: "You close your eyes, it's too scary. I don't know if I'm a man or a woman, why do you not Say I'm a woman? Have you seen my x? I'm in a jar, are you a clairvoyant?"

Inadvertently picked up the enamel cup and took a sip: "Okay, okay, even if you are a man."

Little Ding Mao raised his glass to him: "Beautiful man."

Wanxin nodded: "Okay, okay, even if you are a beautiful man, then what?"

Little Ding Mao sighed: "The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it; when the pile is higher than the shore, the current will be turbulent; All in all, I can’t die, and I can’t be buried after I die. My hands and feet are cut off and put into a jar. You don’t know, there is a formation under the earth cave. In the hole."

Wuxin slightly poked his head toward him: "And then?"

Little Ding Mao took a deep breath of cigarette: "And then? I was a good-hearted person during my lifetime. Although I am in **** after death and cannot be reborn, my heart is the same as before, and I will not harm the creatures in the mountains."

Wu Xin listened to his punchline and was almost stunned: "A good hole has made you into a ghost cave with no entry and no exit, and you still say you are a good person?"

Little Ding Mao stared at the cigarette: "The guests are coming. As the host, can I still drive them out? Whose host doesn't keep the guests? I have no grudges with the guests!"

Wuxin can't help laughing and crying: "Okay, okay, then what?"

Little Dingmao looked at the lightbulb, breathing clouds and mist leisurely: "Then, Lao Yue came. Lao Yue is not small, his temper is not small, and he has been making trouble in the cave for several years. Renhou, in the end, still influenced her. She is good at everything, just a single tendon, and she always wants to kill you. I don't think fighting and killing is good, what do you think?"

Wuxin thought deeply: "It's not good. Especially if you beat me and kill me, it's even worse. Then what?"

Xiao Ding Mao raised his eyebrows: "Then? Then the pig head mountain was dug to pieces. Before I fried the mountain, I ate all my friends who had been with me for many years, including Lao Yue. Lao Yue. I was not reconciled, it was always tossing in my heart, so that when I was a child, my family thought I had schizophrenia, and it was not until ten years ago that she was quiet."

Wuxin listened to Xiao Dingmao's words, and felt that she was also going to be schizophrenic: "Oh, she hasn't lost her soul yet?"

Little Dingmao tilted his head and stared at Wuxin. He didn't say anything for a while, and finally replied: "I can't tell, we seem to have merged into one, otherwise I can't explain why I sometimes have mixed feelings when I see you."

Wuxin's eyes returned to their normal size, and at the same time dodged back slightly: "You...are you a man?"

The little cat pointed down at his crotch with a cigarette: "Take it off for you to see?"

Wuxin shook his head quickly: "No no no, I believe you."

Xiao Dingmao sighed: "Lao Yue is a man who learned to be rich in five cars. He has been in the cave for decades and has taught me a lot of knowledge. Otherwise, I would be a lonely ghost now, how could I be reincarnated as an adult? After all, Wuxin , what's the matter with you? I remember that you and Lao Yue were fighting in my cave for a while, but when you left, there was no one else."

Inadvertently being stabbed by him, I want to call myself a god, but I'm afraid of being laughed at by him. Picking up the glass and taking another sip, he glanced at the other party: "I don't know. I've never died, and I can't help myself."

Little Dingmao picked up his chopsticks and rummaged through it, and then picked a soft-hearted poached egg to eat. Licking his lips and raising his head, he returned to reality: "I've escaped from prison, are you still going to **** with me?"

The room was silent for a moment, and Wuxin suddenly said: "I remember that you are really a woman. I have seen so many people that I can't tell the difference between men and women."

Little Ding Mao slapped his chopsticks on the table: "It was hard enough for me to hide an old Yue in my heart, but you still **** say I'm a woman. Do you have to wait until I kill your mother? Only then did you admit that Lao Tzu was carrying the handle?"

Wuxin listened, and said nothing: "If you can find my mother, I'll be willing to call you Dad."

As soon as this remark came out, the little Ding Mao was blocked by him and hiccupped.

Little Ding Mao smoked half a pack of cigarettes at Wuxin, and no longer looked him in the eye. Yue Qiluo's soul is ambushed in his blood, skeletal muscles, invisible and ubiquitous; and he has no strength to completely digest Yue Qiluo. When he looked at Wuxin, he would involuntarily suffer for Yue Qiluo, although he himself had no opinion on Wuxin. In fact, he has already fully understood the details of Wuxin, so he especially hopes that he can become his right-hand man. Even if he can't become his right-hand man, it is good to keep him by his side. Why is it good? he does not know. When he was reincarnated, he almost shared a baby body with Yue Qiluo. Although he soon gained the upper hand, he would never get rid of Yue Qiluo's influence.

However, Wuxin told him: "I don't want to follow you. I'm not interested in your career. I won't report your whereabouts to Chen Daguang. Who you are or not has nothing to do with me. I'm gone, don't look for it. me."

Little Dingmao asked him with a smile: "What if I kill Mr. Hong in the future?"

Wuxin stood up and said, "We'll talk about it later."

Little Ding Mao raised his eyebrows: "Okay, we'll see you then."

Unintentionally turned around and walked out. The young man guarding the door heard the footsteps and automatically opened the iron door from the outside. In the middle of the night, the air in the mountains is slightly cool, with a little fresh herbal fragrance. Unintentionally strode forward, and at the same time felt that he had just had a ridiculous dream.

All the way back to the town, when he climbed the wall and entered the commune compound, he saw the white light flickering in his room. He tiptoed to open the door and went in. He was surprised at first. He didn't know who had annoyed Bai Liuli, and he was so mad that he danced wildly.

Listening to Su Tao's even breathing and sound sleep, he gently entered the room and closed the door.

Bai Liuli stopped and asked in midair, "How is it? Who is looking for you?"

Wuxin got up on the kang: "It's an old friend—it should be counted as one or two, I don't know."

Bai Liuli asked again: "Who is it? Tell me."

Wuxin raised his head and replied, "They didn't have you when they were alive, and you don't know each other. Forget it, go to sleep!"

The voice fell, and I wanted to lie down unintentionally. But when he was about to lie down, he suddenly sat up again: "Bai Liuli, if I ask you something, do you still want to be reincarnated?"

Bai Liuli shook her head: "I don't want to."

Without knowing the answer, I lay down completely. Since Bai Liuli is willing to be a ghost, there is no need for him to cooperate with Xiao Ding Mao.