Chapter 22 That's a shemale

The yellow finch himself did not expect that his strength and running would make him have such a terrible speed. He only felt a flower in front of him, and his legs were a little bad that he couldn't keep up, so he dragged the little drop and shot out of the window. As for the pain of hitting the wooden board on the top of his head, it was also ignored in an instant.

The two rushed out of the window, broke several thick branches, and then fell to the ground without exception. The dead trees and rotten leaves did not cause much damage. The yellow finch suddenly turned over and stood up and ran down the mountain with Xiao Diu. It was not until they heard the shooting from above that they realized it. At this distance, It has been extremely safe for a long time.

But the two did not dare to slack off at all. Xiao Diu seemed to have a natural sense of direction for the woods. After walking around with the yellow finch for a long time, he finally saw the light on the road in front of him. The two sat down and gasped, saying how embarrassed they were.

Until this moment, the yellow finch was still jumping around, staring at Xiao Diu and speechless.

The perverted boy was not as tired as the yellow finch. He showed the row of white teeth by the dim street lamp and said with a smile, "Brother Huang Que, it's okay. It's okay. Let's rush out."

It's okay that Xiao Dou didn't say anything. As soon as he spoke, the yellow finch was angry. This stinky boy, with only a good ability, fell off the chain at the critical moment. He angrily took out the bag of cigarettes that had been dented by his buttocks, pulled out one, lit it and put it in his mouth and said, "Xiao Diu, I asked you why just now. No, that bitch? Huh? It's just four or five guns. At worst, we'll die. If we really can't get out this time, we won't die.

Xiao Di was a little embarrassed and lowered his head, "Brother Huang Que..."

"What's the matter with the yellow finch? Let me tell you, my yellow finch's brother can stand up to heaven and earth. He must not be afraid of death. It's so angry."

After saying that, he smoked two puffs of cigarettes.

Xiao Diu was really angry when he looked at the yellow finch. He was very aggrieved. He actually cried with a sad face and said a few more words, "Brother Huang Que, Brother Huang Que..."

"You said, why?"

The yellow finch also knows that what he said is a little heavy. After all, Xiaodi came out of the mountains. He doesn't understand a lot of things. Maybe he has his own reasons.

But after Xiao Diu hesitated to say his reason and reason, the yellow finch suddenly jumped up and couldn't wait to slap the boy twice.

Xiaodi said, "In the past, my grandfather told me that if I go out of the mountain in the future, I will meet a woman. If I meet a woman, I must learn to tolerate it. Don't be like them. Tell me to remember a sentence. A good man doesn't fight with women. Brother Huang Que, weren't you also polite to that woman when you had dinner last time?"

The last time I ate, the woman was the waiter in the restaurant.

The yellow finch threw the cigarette on the ground, and stepped on his feet fiercely with all the fire. He stared at Xiao Diao. His words were long, word by word, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao, Brother Huang Que is now giving you a lesson. You have to listen carefully, the bitch just now. Ah, he is not a man or a woman, he is you. The shemale, the shemale, the shemale you asked me last time, do you understand? Huh? He is not male or female, not yin or yang, unclear, not clean. That kind of person should be beaten, should be beaten, and should be beaten fiercely, you know?"

" Shemale? Is that a shemale? No wonder it's so cruel!" Xiaodi seemed to understand a big truth. He muttered to himself and made the yellow finch stunned, cry and laugh. This boy, who had been working for a long time, was for this reason. If he had known it, he would have told him that he was a shemale, but then again, if he really wanted to say it, I guess it's not over yet. Xiao Diou will really hurt Na Chun. Ni, can the guy with a slight rush let go of them?

Thinking about it, the yellow finch couldn't help feeling a trace of happiness for what happened just now.

"Xiao Di, I'll tell you, in the future, even if a woman really does something to you, you have to return it, you know? There are also bad people among women who will hurt you.

"But grandpa said that men should not fight with women."

"That... that..." The yellow sparrow was speechless. He knew that between himself and Mr. Cao, what Mr. Cao said was always the truth. Mr. Cao said that fart was fragrant. In the world of Xiaodi, fart was fragrant. Therefore, entangled in this problem, there was only one result, and he was angry. He vomited blood and died.

Xiao Diu was a fierce 'lesson', and he also had some regrets in his heart, and firmly told himself that next time, if you want to see a shemale, you must not let it go. Brother Huang Que said, that kind of person should be beaten.

Xiao Diu turned his head, looked at the yellow finch that lit another cigarette, and suddenly said, "Brother Huang Que, you run so fast!"

In a word, the yellow finch suddenly remembered everything just now, and fell into meditation with a cigarette in his huh.

As soon as I rushed down, it was full of fire in my heart. Now that I have asked the reason why I can't throw my hand and don't fight back, I naturally think of the moment when I rushed out of the window. It's not an illusion, definitely not an illusion. I really experienced the horror and shock brought by that speed.

People have potential. Some abilities cannot be shown at ordinary times. They can only be shown by strong stimulation by external factors under conditions that are extremely dangerous and not controlled by the human body. Do they have this kind of running potential? The yellow finch doesn't think so. In the past, riding a motorcycle down the ancient city river was also a short time. Why didn't it appear?

A sudden flash flashed in Huang Que's mind. He vaguely remembered the matter of unloading the donkey. He remembered that Mr. Cao told himself four words when he was about to die, drinking and drinking the breeze.

At that time, I also asked what it means to control the breeze with wine, but Mr. Cao didn't say anything. Will this speed have anything to do with wine control the breeze? Or...

The yellow finch suddenly stood up, and the smoke suddenly fell to the ground. His eyes were straight. No, everything was completely wrong. If his ability is only a potential occasionally stimulated by himself, what about drinking? In the past two days of drinking, I have drunk more than a catty. Not to mention getting drunk, I don't even have a trace of reaction. This has never appeared before. Has my character exploded every day these days, and my potential appears again and again? First of all, you are not afraid of getting drunk, and then you run like flying? Is there such a coincidence and celestial events?

Don't say that others don't believe it, but the yellow finch itself has put a huge question mark in their minds. This is absolutely impossible.

The memory of the yellow finch seemed to gradually become clear. He suddenly remembered that he was swallowed into half of his body by the big yellow eel that day. At first, he was afraid, but later it turned into a dying struggle. He remembered that he was taken into the pool by the guy countless times and drank countless times. The water in his mouth was almost suffothed to death. When he came to the back, he didn't know whether the big guy vomited or was beaten by the little one. In short, a big smelly thing came out of the guy's stomach and rushed to his throat.

Under that condition, there is nothing I can do. I can only catch it. If I can hold it, I will swallow it naturally. In those things, there seems to be something cool and slippery, making me very comfortable. I slipped into my throat and into my stomach. At that time, I was too panicked, and there was no yellow farrow. Think about it, when I think about it now, I always feel that that thing is unusual. It's completely different from other water, dirt and so on, but what exactly is that thing? Naturally, he didn't know.

The yellow finch rolled up his clothes, and all the blood stains were scratched by the branches. One by one, it was a brilliant record. He couldn't help touching his stomach with his hand, and then patted it. It didn't hurt or rise. Is everything his own illusion?

After getting out of danger from the big yellow eel's mouth, there was a series of busyness. Mr. Cao's aftermath, followed by himself and others on the road back. When he arrived at this Wumutu, he was first fiercely happy, and then such a change happened again. The yellow finch did not have time to calm down and think about the problem. Now, with careful reminiscence, he can be sure that the experience in the mouth of the big yellow eel, he swallowed something in his mouth, which is real. It is definitely not the reverie caused by the illusion and hallucination of drinking too much water or fainting.

But it can be touched and patted, but this belly is very normal.

The yellow finch is a little surprised. If you really drink and won't get drunk in the future, then you can do it. If you really have this speed, you will have the opportunity to participate in the Olympic Games to win glory for the country. But then the yellow finch is afraid again. Everything is pros and cons. The medicine is still poisonous. In case there are any side effects of that thing, Will I become a monster? That's troublesome. In addition, will the big yellow eel in the mirror pool grow so big because he swallowed that thing, and then the beast vomited it to himself? If he also mutated, turned into the Hulk, and became the stone monster in the Fantastic Four, it would not be worth the loss. Compared with those capable guys, the yellow finch hopes that he is still normal and better. Those two guys are either too inferior or abandoned by women because of their shapes. If you really want to do that all your life, the yellow finch doesn't want to.

The yellow finch wants to have a try.

He stood up and said to Xiao Diu, "Xiao Diu, look at me and see if I run fast!"

Xiao Di nodded.

The yellow finch bent its body, condensed, lifted it, kicked its legs, ran out, and then ran back.

"Is it fast?"

Although I am unwilling to ask such a question, the effect can be seen from the face of a child. This speed can only be regarded as the speed of a normal young man running, right? Compared with the high-speed running with penetrating and explosive power just now, it is simply not the same level. Can a tractor compare with a sports car with a speed of 300 kilometers per hour?

It seems that if you want to use the speed just now, you really have to come out between life and death.

The yellow sparrow is a little disappointed. Although this kind of thing makes him feel very uncomfortable, just like knowing that he is sick, but he doesn't know when he will die, he still hasn't forgotten the character of lame old seven in his heart. Now the most important thing is to inform his second uncle Huang Hailin, who is thousands of miles away. Let's see what good countermeasures he can do.

The yellow finch took out its mobile phone and looked at the time. It was already a little more than one o'clock at night. After this tossing, my hands and feet hurt. But even so, the yellow finch also knows that the safety of the life of the lame seven is the most important thing at present.