Chapter 39 Who Moved My Roasted Pigeon!

In a corner of the same forest, a restless woman is planning her own secret plan in the dense forest with great interest. At this time, she didn't know that her most annoying trouble was approaching her step by step, but she couldn't predict it. She poured all her mind into what she now thinks is the most important sacred task - roasting pigeon...

Well, she admits that she has no ambition. It seems that there is no mole on her chest... So, occasionally cultivate her temperament, and... Hey hey, you know. Life in the world and having fun in time can not be regarded as an ordinary journey! There are too many rules and regulations in the secular world. It is not good to limit yourself to a solid framework that cannot be extended by doing things according to the so-called "rules". In her opinion, an accidental self-relaxation or even indulgence is understandable. After all, people are restless animals. As long as they don't go too much, it's like having a "green barbecue" in the woods... Someone raises his hands in favor.

It is called being close to nature and communicating with nature at zero distance. Look, isn't she applying the truth to practice? A great man once said that practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

As a resolute supporter of this truth, she is benevolent and righteous. She wants to prove to outsiders that barbecue is one of the ways for people to live in harmony with nature!

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A gust of wind rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground, and the birds fluttered in the forest. "Ji--" seemed to be laughing at someone's fallacy. Fortunately, someone's heart is strong and optimistically automatically blocks all interference... It can't be said to be powerful...

The guy who is familiar with the road. For what she likes, Xi Xinmiao is never afraid of trouble. In order to eat, everything is worth it...

Skip the stove, make a fire, and cook it lightly. Of course, someone got up on the whim and pounded the fat pigeons while humming a minor tune: "I have a little pigeon, babbling, babbling, babbling, babbling. Milk pigeon, da milk pigeon (imitating Aya's song red bean, big red bean) You ask how much I love you, how much I love you, my love is true, my love is also true, suckling pigeon represents my heart..." for

The reader's physical and mental health, the worm (the author's nickname *=*) kindly omitted the n word, which also includes the heroine's crazy head and dancing...

Xi Xinmiao held up the wooden fork inserted with the suckling pigeon, approached, and smiled at the fat and oily suckling pigeon. In this scene, how to look at it, how strange it is. His red lips gently opened: "Look again, I will eat you!"

Another gust of wind blew the flames, and the wooden strips burned and made a "pa-" sound, as if they were mourning for the sad pigeon. ( The bug recalled the last words of the suckling pigeon an hour ago-----Pigeon: Director, can you change the plot? Is it too much to eat me? You don't know that pigeons are also a life! How can you bear it? The director rubbed his chin with his fingers and thought: Well... I'm afraid it won't work. You are not just an animal, but also a prop, a prop for the plot of the novel, do you understand? Or to be more blunt, you are just a dish! Roasting you is a decision made by the directors. Just think of it as a sacrifice for art. Don't worry, your pigeon and grandson will be proud of you! The pigeon burst into tears...)

"Damn, there is not enough firewood." He stuck the wooden stick on the ground not far from the flame, got up, patted his buttocks, turned his head and said reluctantly to the suckling pigeon, "Little pigeon, I'll pick up some branches and wait for my sister to come back. Soon my sister will come back to help you 'rehach'!"

The remaining lonely suckling pigeon is floating in the wind. I believe it is in the spirit of heaven. My greatest wish is - don't be a pigeon in the next life! Amen.

The forest returned to quiet again, and occasionally there were gusts of gloomy wind stroking the leaves.

"Shashasha--" The sound is approaching from far to near, step by step, and the depths of the forest are still dark and deep as usual. But slowly, the shadow in the dark became longer and clearer, and he was alone. It's him, Qi Che!

The steps were a little staggered, and his face looked slightly pale, but the slender peach blossom eyes were still fierce. With a slight look, he felt the approach of the killer behind him, his eyebrows twisted, and his hands covered his chest and staggered forward.

He ran fast in the front, and the killer in the back bounced in the forest like a flea, shuttled on the trunk. In the blink of an eye, he jumped from this tree to the tree on the other side, which was extremely agile and relaxed. Compared with Qi Che's obviously slowing down speed, their advantages are beyond words. In the past, they dare not say. Now, Qi Che is very poisonous and inconvenient to move. It's easy to kill him.

I want to come to the Lord to receive the reward with Qi Che's head. From then on, I can't enjoy the glory and wealth, and the eyes of a group of killers are full of bloodthirsty excitement.

Soon, they chased up and stood in front of Qi Che, with fierce light on their faces, and a killing was inevitable.

"Do you want to kill me?" He hummed disdain from his nose. Even on such an occasion, his posture was still domineering, and there was no intentional magnification at all. The emperor's spirit was undoubtedly obvious.

The killers were also slightly shocked by Qi Che's power, and they secretly admired themselves: they are worthy of being a royal descendant, inheriting the domineering and Lingran of the lord of the country. Even at such a juncture, they can still be afraid of danger. Unfortunately, his existence has seriously hindered the interests of the lord, so he has to die. Although he admired it, it was immediately clear that this was just his strategy to delay time. Now he is like a tiger with lost his teeth. He has power, but has no power. He is just struggling to fight to death.

Seeing the anger in the assassin's eyes, Qi Che smiled easily, "What a stupid waste. Do you think you will get everything you want if you kill me? I don't need to say that you must know the result of killing the descendants of the royal family. What's more, why do you think your so-called main guild will let you go? Since he can even do it with me, he will definitely solve you. At that time, he can catch you all. After all, you are the 'true culprits' who murdered the seventh prince, aren't you?

After saying that, he looked at the group of killers with a laughing face, and his eyes were full of contempt and pity. However, a slight sweat has oozed under his bangs. Only he knows how delicate the current form is...

The killers did not say anything, and the black cloth on their faces covered up their expressions at this time, like an angry stone statue. No, it should be said that it was a completely domesticated killing machine. There was only one task, killing and killing the man in front of them.

His eyes were slain and he said in a low voice, "Kill." With an order, the killers flew into it like cheetahs and killed them.

A killer in black pulled out his long sword and pierced Qi Che's face. In a moment of life and death, Qi Che turned his head slightly, dodged it, and then immediately slapped the man in black.

Although Qi Che's internal strength cannot be fully exerted, he is also one of the best masters after all. I'm afraid it's a little difficult to kill under this group of killer swords. But it is not appropriate to fight for a long time. The more procrastination it is, the more difficult it is to say the result.

Thinking of this, the phoenix's eyes twisted, luck on his feet, and a fierce kick. He immediately kicked the man a few feet away and vomited blood.

It is said that the killer who was kicked only felt the burning pain behind his back. "Ah" jumped up. The speed was completely out of human instinct. Everyone looked around and saw that he burned more than half of his back, jumping up and down in the forest, or rolling on the ground. Finally, it was probably the sky to be moved. His perseverance in survival, the fire, was finally extinguished.

Unfortunately, the suckling pigeon that was taken care of by someone is very harmonious. This time, there is really no scum left. It's really flesh and blood, flowing all over the ground. The saved killer looked carefully and his eyebrows beat violently: Damn, it's easy for me to kill someone. Who is so unsocial morality? There is still a barbecue when others are on the assassination mission. Is there any civic quality? I don't know how to take care of the environment. It's everyone's responsibility!

This episode soon passed. Everyone continued to add people to the killing. Obviously, Qi Che's speed was getting slower and slower, and he couldn't stand it. A twitch, his left shoulder was shaken, and he flew out and hit the thick tree trunk. "Puff--" spit out a mouthful of blood.

Qi Che leaned weakly on the trunk of the tree, gasped violently, and there was a sarcastic smile on the corners of his mouth. I didn't know whether to laugh at that group of killers or laugh at himself. Unexpectedly, he usually claimed to be smart, but now he has ended up like this. Looking at the knife held high above the top of the killer in front of the sword, the curvature of the rise is even more: Really, just like this Is it over?

The killer stood in front of Qi Che and slowly raised the knife in his hand. The knife surface was extremely bright. Occasionally, the light reflected back on the knife surface, reflecting on Qi Che's face. A bright light and shadow shone his eyes were a little dazzling, and the silent breath of death permeated in an instant.

Quietly close your eyes and wait for the last Ling Chi.

Hands up, knife down!

The passage of time passed minute by minute, and there was no movement. Qi Che, who thought he was bound to die, slowly opened his eyes. The man still stayed in the posture of about to cut off the knife, but there was no strangeness. When everyone focused again, a wooden stick had been inserted in his back, which was the one that had been inserted on the suckling pigeon before!

The whole audience was stunned, and doubts flashed in Qi Che's eyes, and the light surged darkly.

Looking at the end of the murder weapon: not far away, a woman in white stood on their side like Shura. Her body was slightly bent and slightly thin in the wind, but it gave people a strong perseverance. The wind blew her hair and was messy on half of her face. She couldn't really see her face at this time.

Her words came out of heavy purgatory, gloomy and horrible: "Who moved my roast suckling pigeon?"