The Last Mecha

Chapter 168

On the street, lights from all directions cast a happy shadow along Nan Zhiyun's figure.

She was holding the clay cat in her hand, like a child who went down the river for the first time and picked up a beautiful stone.

"I really don't want it that much, just to see."

Rao is so, she still said so.

"Look in the mirror before you say this next time, lest the corners of your mouth will be cracked." Wu Gou said lightly, his eyes wandering along the crowd, half of his face was hidden in the ever-changing light of the fire and he smiled softly, "It's all out, why are you still stretching yourself, there is only one hour, have fun."

They walked through countless stalls, performing, singing, acrobatics, colorful.

This is something the girl has never seen before, she will laugh out loud at a funny old man with his head stuck under a stool leg, and scream at a paper dragon suddenly breathing fire.

Wu Gou watched quietly from the side, his dark eyes seemed like a dark river that could not see where it was flowing.

Perhaps this is the first time, like now, she has realized that she has lived happily as an ordinary person.

Every day in the past, in that small world, year after year, she faced naked flattery, persecution and greed all day long, so that even she herself took it for granted and could not accept the fact of being hurt again and again.

Whether it was a drama or a performance, even if it attracted Nan Zhiyun again, she never expressed that she wanted to watch it again, but hurried to the next stall, her pace getting faster and faster.

It's as if you want to experience everything in your limited time.

"Hurry up, there's not much time left."

The refreshing short hair was swinging left and right under the shadow of the lamp, waving towards him left and right.

"What's the rush, it's not like there won't be a next time."

Wu Gou rubbed the corners of his brows helplessly, but unfortunately the happy ugly duckling just made a face and didn't respond or listen to him.

They passed a row of quiet small tables, with only a wooden bucket full of bamboo sticks on top.

"Young man, please? I am the sixth-generation heir of Xibo Hou Jichang No. 30——Bai Ge, I'm sure, I'm not lying."

Sitting in front of the table was a skinny old man in a cassock, with a dirty whisk on his bone-thin arm. When he smiled, a row of crooked yellow teeth were embedded in his bright red teeth.

Wu Gou glanced at him without any interest, but Nan Zhiyun next to him looked like he wanted to try everything, and stood still.

"Fake, cheating money, if he can really count, use it to set up a stall here?"

Wu Gou didn't shy away from it, and said it in front of the old man.

In the end, the man was not angry, but just smiled: "The girl is very lively, is it your sister or a little lover."

"younger sister."

"Let me just say, it's a pity that it's a little dark and there are spots. But it's okay, as long as the butt can grow."

"Old man, if you talk nonsense again, I will beat you."

A vein crept up on Wu Gou's forehead. He thought that this man would starve himself to death by doing business.

"Offended, offended." The old head portrait knew that he was afraid, and shrank his neck back, "Then, I will pay you for free, how about as compensation?"

Hearing this, Nan Zhiyun blinked and looked at Wu Gou pitifully.

Wu Gou couldn't help it. There were indeed quite a few eccentric fortune tellers on the street, but this was the first time he had seen this person today.

Fortune-telling is not easy these days, and finally a little girl became interested, and he even gave it away for free.

Anyway, people say they don’t want money, let her beg for it.

He waved his hand and said, "If you want to figure it out, you can't lose a piece of meat, just be happy."

"Old man, I want to settle." Nan Zhiyun said.

After hearing this, the old man was about to grab the girl's hand to go to the physiognomy. She was startled, subconsciously unwilling to contact strangers, and almost pushed her upside down by him with all her strength.

In the end, he was not angry at all, he happily took out a bamboo tube, and said, little girl, you can smoke one.

Nan Zhiyun held the bamboo tube tightly, turned it upside down slightly, and dropped a signature. There were no Buddhist scriptures or signed poems on it, only a large crooked character.

Lost.

The old man looked at the sign, looked at her face for a moment, then poked her with a dry finger and said: "This is a bad omen, you will leave the one you love!"

As soon as he said these two words, Nan Zhiyun's face turned pale. If he said that this kind of rhetoric was used on weekdays, he would at most laugh it off.

This hexagram was too sensitive when it came.

"Don't listen to his nonsense."

Wu Gou whispered in the girl's ear, but he couldn't help feeling suspicious.

He only paid attention to the subtle actions of the old man, and felt that if someone had plans for Nan Zhiyun, he wouldn't pretend to be like this to deceive others, and he couldn't think of any possibility for the girl to reveal her identity.

But what the bad old man did, if it was a coincidence, it was too coincidental.

"who are you?"

He frowned, leaned forward, and a frightening fierceness shot out from those dark eyes.

"Oh, little brother, I don't think your fate is good either, the lone star of the devil! The lone star of the devil! Few people who are with you will end well."

The old man gave Wu Gou such a stare that he almost sat down on the ground, pointed his withered fingers between his eyebrows, and kept nagging.

As soon as the words "Heavenly Evil Lonely Star" came out, Wu Gou's heart trembled. He pursed his lips, and a faint flash of light flashed between his brows and eyes, and he suddenly turned back into that fierce boy.

"Crazy." He cursed sullenly, and then asked, "Who the hell are you?"

"I, I, I, I said it at the beginning, the old man is the sixth-generation heir of Xibo Hou Jichang No. 30——Bai Ge, yes, I'm not lying, ah! You can't hit me even if I don't charge money for fortune-telling."

The old man huddled on his wooden recliner, waving his hands and feet indiscriminately, with a look of abnormal spirit.He also kicked the bamboo tube that he gave himself over, and the sticks that fell out were all written with words such as "sickness", "death", and "divorce", which were not considered good things no matter how they looked at it.

"He's a lunatic, don't pay attention to him." After hearing the movement, a fat man with his belly leaking out of his shirt scratched and said, "I've seen him on the street for a few days. He has calculated auspicious hexagrams, isn't this just looking for a beating?"

Wu Gou was still puzzled, he still thought it was a coincidence, that crazy old man was really weird.

"Where are you from?" he asked again.

This time the old man couldn't hear at all, he swayed from side to side, and kept chanting "the loss of a loved one", "the lone star of the evil spirit", and "destiny does not change people".

Wu Gou frowned. He was impatient, so he stretched out his arm and crossed the table to grab the old man's arm.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a loud thunder-like noise from a distance, and with the vibration, the pots and pots on the whole street fell down one after another, and the glass shards all over the place.

When he turned his head, he saw the black-blue gun head tearing through the exquisite lights!
This sudden commotion first appeared at the end of the street, and the sound of thunder came from a little bit far away. At one point, passers-by were asked to look up at the sky, worrying whether it was going to rain.

Then the sound suddenly enlarged and drew closer, Russell who was the first to fall from the air to the ground was wearing a tattered robe, blood, dust, sea water, and all kinds of strange-smelling translucent liquids mixed together to form a large mottled mass on his body .

Then the other two companions also fell out from the shadows and smashed a few inches deep dirt pit on the ground. The piercing sound of short circuit came one after another, and the cyan electric light started to focus on the corners of the two people's clothes. mark.

It's just that in their hands, the gleaming weapons are still tightly held.

The crowd was in chaos, countless footsteps were scattered, food, accessories, and toys were scattered all over the ground, and they were trampled to pieces.Someone accidentally fell to the ground while running, and his calf was directly broken by an unknown foot, and he groaned and crawled with difficulty.

The last thing that appeared was the beast-like silver gun. It seemed as if the halo on half of the street had been sucked away, and the dazzling stream of light converged into a sharp cross shape.

"Don't you think it's not good to show your face in public like this, Jiang?"

Russell grinned, and he, who was at a disadvantage, did not show a trapped beast on his face, only a large strand of crimson silk thread swept up into the air from under him, peeling off the cocoon.

Those thin lines quickly gathered in twos and threes to form a large opaque red moor, as thin as a cicada's wing.

"What's wrong with me? I'm catching thieves openly, and it's not me who dare not show my face, is it?" Jiang Mulin twisted his neck and made a frighteningly exaggerated bone noise, and then showed a hint of interest on his face, "This Is it the blood of Europa? It’s the first time I’ve seen you. I heard that you have a long lifespan. I’m just a child in your eyes, right?”

"I've never seen a child who can hit like this."

Russell smiled wryly. With a wave of his hand, large red sharp blades flew in the air. They cut through the air and almost wrapped up the man holding the spear.

Jiang Mulin's arms trembled, and the cyan brilliance and thunder exploded, tearing apart the crimson sky.

"It's alright, Jiang, you've seen everything you want to see." The tattered Breton swallowed his saliva, "Even a gentleman will get angry if he is repeatedly persecuted."

"It's a good thing to be angry. Compared with the dead people in that boat, at least you're still alive, aren't you?"

"What do you want? If you continue to fight, no one will be able to deal with it."

"At least, wait until I let the bad breath out of my heart for those dead souls."

As soon as the words were spoken, the sky was covered in red like flowers, and two fallen figures of Russell stood slowly, one on the left and one on the right. Under the broken cloak, all hidden things were dismantled and camouflaged by the lights.

no face.

Only a piece of steel engulfed in crimson remained.

"Interesting stuff."

Jiang Mulin looked at it for a moment, and then flew up, the blue gun mixed with the red light all over the sky, as if entering a land of no one.

Several shadows flickered and staggered, and various colors mixed together. Some stalls had overturned kerosene lamps, and a large flame spread rapidly.

The sudden accident distracted Wu Gou for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, the crazy old fortune-teller was caught in the crowd, and he didn't know where he was squeezed.

He stared at the four confronting people for a moment, then turned around.

Seeing Russell, Nan Zhiyun couldn't help trembling, fear, anger, pain, mixed emotions spread in her heart.

Her eyes were dull, and she subconsciously pressed her arm with her left hand. Her five fingers were so hard that they cut through the makeup powder and pinched bloodstains on her arm that were not deep or shallow.

At times like this, the deep sense of powerlessness in her heart made her realize again that she couldn't do anything.

But suddenly, a warmth came from the palm.

"Calm down, no one is looking for you, no one will recognize you, don't be afraid."

Wu Gou's deep voice came to Nan Zhiyun's ears. His eyes swept across the crowd, and he chose a direction. His strong shoulders opened up enough space in the crowded crowd.

Pulling the girl behind him, he started running in small steps.

He thought for a while, and added a few words of comfort.

"Don't look back."

"Remember, you are the same as everyone around you, and no one is chasing you."

"Even if there is, I will help you."

These casual words hit the heartstrings one by one, and in the girl's ears, it was like the grand bell ringing for a hundred families to celebrate on New Year's Eve.

Nan Zhiyun felt that her perspective had become a little strange. The scattered crowd, the burning stalls, and the cold sound of weapons intertwined not far behind her were all hazy like a veil, as if they were far away from her. Far.

All she could feel was the boy whose dark eyes reflected the firelight, and the hand holding her was slightly rough, but warm.

They shuttled through the crowd, as if they were just wading a river that had just lost its heel.

She was a little dazed, and even felt that she could feel the boy's heartbeat, and then suddenly realized that it was her own.

strangeness.

The sounds of wind, fire, and iron were all cut off from her ears, and the black, white, and red road gave her the urge to follow the people around her to the end.

She raised her head, and the face with distinct features beside her was outlined very clearly by the crimson light and shadow, and her dark eyes looked around, looking for a safe way out for them.

There was nothing else on my mind.

The girl pursed her lips, and her steps became faster and faster.

They ran for a long time until they could no longer hear the frightening iron clang, the paper lanterns of joyful celebrations were far away from them, and the crowds around them became scattered.

Wu Gou stopped in his tracks. He heard the girl's panting sound getting louder and louder, so he stopped and let go of the hand that was tightly held by Lulu.

He shook off the sweat from a slap, and stared at the distance where they fled calmly, thinking endlessly, but he didn't notice the reddish color hidden under the skin all the way to the base of the girl's neck.

What could be the reason for such a big commotion between Jiang Mulin and the members of the Breton Chamber of Commerce?
His old man's individual force is indeed the number one in this city, but the technology and accumulation of the Britons over the years are not vegetarians.

Unable to think of the reason, he immediately turned around, but saw Nan Zhiyun lowered his head and said nothing, only saying that he was still afraid.

"It's okay, they can't find it here." So he comforted him gently.

"Yeah." The girl nodded, immersed in her own thoughts.

A few more cannons were fired in the distance, and clusters of orange-red flames quickly rose into the sky, blooming large clusters of colorful flowers under the dark night.

Every year at the Paper Lantern Festival, at the hour of Hai, the city’s specialty Tiannvhuo will be set off on the main street of Jiangsong, bringing the final curtain to this precious day.

The girl stared blankly at the sky, her freckled face was red and white by the fireworks.

"Is it beautiful?"

Standing behind her, Wu Gou asked softly, thinking that tonight's experience should make her let go of the pain in her heart.

The car and boat arranged by Jiaolong Foreign Trade Co., Ltd. are almost ready.

"Ah."

She turned her head, her amber eyes seemed to be transparent under the skylight.

"In the future, I want to see it."

When Wu Gou heard this, his heart widened.

He has gone through many trials and hardships, and searched through the cold and sinister world, but he didn't realize that he had inadvertently sowed another seed.

He wasn't emotional, always had been, and some things hadn't changed over the years.

(End of this chapter)