Chapter 318 No (please collect)

"I wish what you said could be true." The old lady sighed, and the kindness slowly faded, replaced by a kind of sadness brought by years. Wuzhi can often see those old people who live an unhappy life, showing this expression in a busy period, but he can't figure out what kind of sadness he will have as the mother of a lieutenant.

"It's true, and the ancestors will definitely live like immortals." Wuzhi didn't know what the old lady was worried about, so he could only continue to follow her words. He believed that no one thought that life expectancy was long, and there would be no mistake in auspicious words, and many people were not surprised.

"You people will deceive me as an old woman." The old lady has shown some anger. Do you think you can use this to coax me to eat? You're wrong. I said I don't want to eat, but I don't eat. Don't say that your eyes can still see it now. Even if I am blind one day, I won't eat that fish liver. Young man, I think you'd better go quickly." The old lady's expression came to the freezing point, which made Wuzhi at a loss.

Wu Zhi understands that the old lady's words have actually blocked Wu Zhi's next words and persuade him to eat, or propose some dishes, which is all in vain, but if he withdraws like this, it is equivalent to declaring his failure and declaring his failure before the main topic is said, isn't it? Some are too miserable? Moreover, this withdrawal to welcome Wuzhi is likely to be death, just like countless people before.

I must think of a way, and I must think of a way to let the old man give me too much time. Wu Zhi thought secretly.

But the old lady has issued an eviction order, and Wuzhi must leave. Fortunately, the process of leaving can still delay some time, and he must come up with a way during this time. So Wu Da slowly stood up from the chair and slowly retreated to the door. His eyes kept looking at the old lady and the bright wait. The light is much darker than when you first came in. Now as long as you don't look directly at the lamp, you won't feel anything strange.

Wuzhi was very unwilling. He didn't know how he failed at all. Just now, the old man was very kind and asked his servants to move a chair for him. It can be said that the conversation was very harmonious, but as he spoke, the obviously pleasant conversation became this kind of tense situation. Wu Zhi thought about every link in detail, but got nothing.

Time can no longer delay. Wuzhi retreats to the end of the living room. The next step is to turn around and enter the circuitous corridor. If everything is normal, when Wuzhi walks out of the door, he will see the strange stars in the sky. The color it emits is just like in the future, don't cut Wuzhi's head. At that time, the blood flowed out was as bright red.

No matter, this is the last chance. You can't give up anything. Anyway, it's all death, so it's worse if you don't care about death. Wuzhi decided to risk it. Instead of turning around and walking out of the last one, he immediately knelt down again and carved his head with all his strength. Every impact made Wuzhi feel that his eyes were shining, but it didn't matter. If his head fell, he couldn't see this Venus.

The pain of dizziness makes Wu Da's mind a little blurred, but he still knows that just kowtowing is not enough. There is another best way to face the elderly, which is to cry. When a person has been baptized for almost a lifetime, he will become particularly excited. When these easily excited people see something happening, it is easy to equate these things with some things in their long life experience, and everything makes them feel the same way. The most sense of substitution in this is tears.

People have to shed countless tears in their lives. From birth to death, there are laughter and sadness. Tears have been deeply left in the cracks of memory. Even if the memory wall of these old people is as dry as their skin, the evaporated tears still leave salty traces on them. This kind of marks Traces are the most vulnerable part of their hearts.

Wu Zhi knows that if he wants to live, he can only cry. But ordinary crying is not allowed. People in this status will inevitably punish others, especially those punished by such women. It is common for little girls to shed tears, so they are used to the tears that are not angry, which is not much different from eating and drinking water. If Wuzhi wants to get a turning point, he must cry uniquely, extraordinaryly, earth-shakingly, and crying with a long heart.

So Wuzhi chose a way of crying that he had never tried and had never seen before, that is, to cry by playing the flute. In order to make tears flow more, he deliberately bumped his nose when he kowtowed. From this time, tears flowed down as if uncontrollably. Wuzhi even felt that if he let him If you continue to cry like this, it won't be long before the whole capital will become a Ze country.

He believes that every tear, every cry, every kowtow will be felt by the old lady. Under this bright light, tears will be set off like pearls, and in the conversation with the old lady just now, Wu Zhi also found that the old lady's ears are sensitive and there are no obstacles.

Wuzhi spent so much blood, but there was still no response. Wuzhi even doubted whether the old lady had unconsciously left the living room. She was just carrying out such a heartbreaking performance in front of an empty seat. However, Wu Zhi understands that he can't stop or even watch it secretly. This seemingly sincere emotion is a wonderful and simple disguise. The simple thing is that almost everyone can do it, crying a few times and kowtowing a few times. The wonderful thing is that if you want to achieve the effect, you must stick to it for a long time. People's feelings have a cumulative process. Only after the deep memories of the spectators are completely stirred up will their hard hearts have cracks and slowly change.

So Wuzhi continued to cry. After a continuous head impact, he already had a state of coma, which let him know that he could no longer do such a action, otherwise he would really smash his head in the living room and die directly on the spot. So Wuzhi continued to innovate the pattern of crying and rolling and crying. Wuzhi has seen such a movement many times on those children in open crotch pants. Such crying makes people feel anxious and bored. Wuzhi even wanted to kick the child lying on the ground directly countless times, but today, he suddenly found that such crying is enough to attract everyone's attention. He We may not love you, but we can't do without you.

In order to maintain the continuity of crying, Wuzhi tried to lengthen every cry. Although this effect is good, the breathing time cannot be extended, otherwise, the crying will be interrupted. The interrupted and fake crying can never impress anyone.

That's it. A cry gradually made Wu Da feel a little uncomfortable. He clearly saw that his hand was gradually turning cyan. Only when a person was strangled to death was the same. When Wu Da was in his hometown, he saw a person hanged to death. When those people were found, the skin on the surface of their bodies was this cyan, which made Wu Da feel that it was not a human hanging up, but just a green radish with long hands and feet.

Now, I'm going to become a radish, a short green radish, and maybe he still has tears like tears. Wu Da laughed at himself in his heart, but none of this could stop his action. This was the only hope to live. In order to live, dignity can be abandoned. Everything can be abandoned. Living as a radish will be better than a dead man. There are no heroes who die. The dead can only slowly turn into ashes for others to talk about, but they can no longer say a word. Those who don't become ashes... They will also become living corpses and be killed again by those living heroes to achieve their prestige.

Absolutely not.

Wu Da's nails grabbed the carpet in the living room. He felt that the hair on the carpet was stuffed with nail seams. The carpet was really soft. No matter how he grabbed it, Wu Da's nails were still intact, which was much better than the ten fingers of blood he was worried about and the pain caused by it. A pair of decent hands will leave a good impression on others. At least, I have been rich in a small place. I don't want to have a pair of blood-stained hands when I leave this world.

Finally, the memory of the radish was no longer clear. Wuzhi was crying, and his mind began to slowly solidify. He forgot the purpose of crying at the beginning, but vaguely remembered that he could not stop crying. As long as he stopped, he would die immediately. Although living is a kind of torture, since death is bound to come and fame is only once, why give up in advance? Maybe when you no longer have it, the memory of torture will also become a beautiful experience.

Wuzhi can no longer roll out. He curled up. According to the midwife, the child was like this when he was in his mother's stomach. Wuzhi felt that the child was really smart. This action made people feel very safe and relieved. The quarrel outside no longer had anything to do with him.

Wuzhi felt that the surroundings were getting brighter and brighter, as if the fish oil lamp had become more and the surroundings were as kind as the day. No, it doesn't seem to be on the ground, but in the sun. The reason why the sun is so bright is that there are so many fish oil lamps in it. Wuzhi's body felt soft, and he seemed to be about to fly.

This is probably going to die. It seems that this is also good...

No! Never, I can't die! Wu Zhi opened his eyes that he had just closed.