Magic Punk

Xing Huainan counted the spider webs above his head thirty-one times.

Someone broke into his small courtyard. He knew it when he counted to the seventeenth time, but he had no intention of getting up. It was not until he counted to the thirty-first time that the wooden door suddenly opened. , the soft sunset light shone in, and the silver-haired boy walked in carrying a rather huge box and stepped into the pillar of light made of dust and sunlight.

Xing Huainan didn't even look at the boy, but said in a hoarse voice: Put your things down, you can go.

Xing Huainan didn't look at Xuan Yi, but Xuan Yi couldn't stop looking at the old man.

It was an old man who was so dry that one suspected he was dead. His muscles were atrophied and his skin was tight around his bones. He was almost as thin as a skeleton. Only the brilliance of his silver eyes could prove that he was still alive in this world. .

His silver hair had already become as pale as paper and hung haggardly on the bed, like dried reeds. Xuan Yi even had some doubts. Since Jiu San left, the old man had not eaten anything. It was simply Waiting for death to come.

But after six days and six nights without eating, he was still not dead, which made Xuan Yi become vigilant again.

But no matter how vigilant he was, the young man still opened the box, took out the contents one by one and placed them on the dusty table. Then he humbly said: I know a little about cooking. If you don't mind, I can cook it a little bit. Cook it.”

Xuan Yi's cooking skills are certainly not comprehensive, but this is indeed the first time for Xuan Yi to try such precious ingredients.

Xing Huainan laughed twice: I'm used to cows chewing roses, so I won't bother you.

Tell me. He said coldly, not like a dying person at all: What did Jiu San ask you to do here?

Xuan nodded and said, Jiusan told me before he died that he would come to give you something.

And tell you.

Jiusan will never come back.

Xing Huainan nodded calmly, and then asked Xuan Yi: Did you bring any wine?

Jiu San never warned me, Xuan Yi replied.

Xing Huainan sneered: That idiot.

Then he stretched out his arms like dry firewood and made a slight move upwards. A small wine bag on the beam was immediately opened, and the turbid wine in it fell from the sky. After the old man opened his mouth and drank two sips, the originally pale and withered A slight blush slowly appeared on his face.

He waved again, and the wine bag closed again, then he turned his head with difficulty and looked at the boy: Did Jiu San tell you anything else?

Xuan Yi shook his head.

Xing Huainan laughed loudly. It was unbelievable that such an old and decaying body could laugh so loudly. Then he waved his hand: Go away, I understand.

Xuan nodded, retreated along the original path, and closed the wooden door again.

The room became dark again.

The old man continued to count the spider webs above his head.

He counted over and over, until finally he counted a hundred times, and then sighed heavily.

Did I let you die?

Saying this, he slowly closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

But this time, the old man did not fall asleep anyway.

After waiting for a long time, he finally rolled over from the bed, grabbed the ice cubes used to freeze the anchovies, stuffed them full into his mouth, chewed them up and swallowed them.

He ate seven or eight handfuls of ice in a row, and the skin on his body regained moisture and began to slowly become plump and smooth. Then he grabbed the candies from Zhe Liu Ji, and put them all in his mouth, regardless of whether they were sweet or fat. Chew it bit by bit and grind it into syrup before swallowing it.

The syrup entered the stomach and was quickly absorbed, then flowed into the blood, flowed throughout the body with the blood, and then supplied to every cell, allowing them to rapidly divide and proliferate. The old man's body slowly bulged visibly to the naked eye.

Then after the old man gnawed away Mengyanglou's soybean curd bit by bit, his whole body had grown strong muscles again, and his stature was about ten centimeters taller than before.

I originally thought. Xing Huainan said to himself, his voice changed from a hoarse old man's voice to a gentle middle-aged voice: If you come back this time, you can kill me.

I didn't expect trash to be trash. I thought you had a glimmer of hope to become the next Yongyao Supreme.

He picked up a palm-long shad, opened his mouth and swallowed it whole from head to tail, and then let out a breath of satisfaction.

That brat has pretty good eyesight.

As he said this, he lifted the fish tails one by one, then put the whole fish into his mouth and swallowed it without chewing. After a few moments, the entire box of anchovies frozen in ice was eaten up. .

Xing Huainan burped slightly, then reached out and grabbed a handful of black charcoal-like truffles, throwing them into his mouth one by one like a handful of ordinary nuts, and his expression finally turned a little playful.

It seems that those losers from the Ministry of Industry have really cooked up something interesting, and it actually has 90% of the flavor. It's interesting, interesting.

Saying this, he grabbed the box of truffles and walked out of the dark room step by step.

The sky has turned dark, and the stars are shining brightly.

He stood in the small courtyard, eating another truffle, then reached out and broke off a budding red rose, put it under his nose and sniffed it for a moment, then sighed.

It's good to be alive. You idiot, how can you understand this after only living for more than ten years?

Saying this, he moved his fingers lightly, and the rose flew straight out and stuck directly on the door of Jiu San's cabin.

Then at the next moment, this fiery red rose suddenly seemed to come alive. Each petal began to grow rapidly, and then even grew into a complete rose. The grown rose petals continued to extend, and so on, over and over again, In just a moment, the hut was completely covered by a sea of ​​roses.

The fat tabby cat jumped down from the wall, then raised its head and meowed.

Jiu San's cabin seemed to have been sucked out of all vitality by the endless roses, and the whole house collapsed towards the center like a rotten ancient tree. After a while, only rose bushes were left there.

It's so good to be alive. Xing Huainan bent down and gently scratched the cat's chin with his hand, then picked out a medium-sized truffle and brought it to the cat's mouth. The cat lowered his head and sniffed, then said in disgust. He removed his mouth, took two quick steps, jumped up onto the wall again, turned back and meowed towards Xing Huainan, and then disappeared into the night sky without looking back.

Xing Huainan laughed loudly. As he laughed, the entire courtyard began to grow curling vines. They were connected to each other and squirming. In almost a moment, the entire courtyard was completely covered, like a huge grass and tree pavilion. .

Xing Huainan walked out of his small courtyard step by step, then looked back at the small courtyard that had been completely wrapped by endless vines, smiled to himself, and then snapped his fingers.

The purple flame ignited in the center of the vine, and then quickly spread to any corner of the vine like the underworld fire from hell.

It was a hot and fast flame. In a few blinks, only thin black char was left on the vine, and then collapsed.

All traces left by Xing Huainan and Jiu San in this courtyard were completely erased from this world as the fire was extinguished.

Xing Huainan looked at the pile of ashes and smiled: His name is Xuan Yi.

Jiusan, are you so sure that he can kill me?

(Whether it’s anchovies or truffles, they’re certainly not eaten as snacks—it’s just Xing Huainan’s personal bad taste.)