"Good question." Qiu Bodeng put down the paper, "The answer is that I don't know either."

Lu Jing rolled his eyes.

"Just pretend, I believe you are a ghost."

"Oh," Qiu Bodeng changed his tone, "How can you not understand something so simple? That's not my problem, it's your problem."

Lu Jing glared at him, found something he hadn't noticed just now, and immediately rolled over and sat up.

"Eh?" He pointed at Qiu Bodeng's hair, "Why is your hair messed up again?"

"I think you're very energetic, Lu Shiyi."

Qiu Bodeng subconsciously touched the inside of his sleeve and felt empty, he wanted to laugh or not.

"Come on, keep counting."

Lu Shiyi: ...

Lu Shiyi, he understands!

Must be the legendary "Cold War"!

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Southern Border Wuzu, altar.

The old man almost knocked his pipe directly on the back of his hand, and Shi Wuluo, dumbfounded, lined up jar after jar of wine on the stone. Rao is because he is well-informed, he thinks he is skilled in personnel, and for a while he does not know what is going on at the moment... Could it be that their chief witch, Lord Taiyang, came out to the west and wanted to invite him to a drink? No, no, it's absolutely impossible.

Putting down the last jar of wine, Shi Wu Luo sat up straight.

"Invite someone to drink," he paused, as if he was not used to asking out his confusion, "Which one should I choose?"

Chapter 44 There is only one person in the dream

The old man was stunned for a moment, thinking he had heard it wrong.

He subconsciously looked at Shi Wuluo.

Around the altar is a tall old tree, on which is crawling a parasitic fern with leaves as broad as pupa. The sun casts the fern in front of Shi Wuluo, who sits in the dark shadow, his silver-gray eyes are very quiet, After the knife was unsheathed, it rested in a dull corner. The old man realized that he was indeed asking very seriously.

If the hairy boy in the clan saw this scene, it is estimated that they would not be so afraid of their master witch, right?

There is one thing that can shock Twelve Continents:

——Wu Luo, the leader of the Wu clan in the southern border, is not actually a member of the Wu clan.

A thousand years ago, the Wu tribe was in a desperate situation.

Ten great witches were seriously injured, half of the warriors of the witch tribe died of tricks, and half retreated into the deep forest with their tribe, like cattle and sheep driven to the edge of a cliff. They broke into a dark forest they had never stepped into before, and saw a basalt altar they had never seen before, on which was placed a sarcophagus.

The horror and fear at that moment were beyond all comprehension.

Even the most rebellious warriors could not keep their feet. They were overwhelmed and fell to their knees under the altar involuntarily. The birds neighed, and the enemy arrived. There was the sound of feather arrows being fired in the sky. It was a golden longbow, and the rattan armor that the witches had applied to them was as fragile as a leaf in front of them.

The arrows are like a shower, covering all directions.

The sarcophagus was opened at this time.

The rain of arrows in the sky turned into dust, and what was awakened in the coffin was a man in black, wearing a deep black lacquer gold mask and carrying a long crimson knife. He stepped down from the high altar, passed through the kneeling Wumin, walked straight towards the encirclement, drew his sword, and exploded countless blood flowers in midair at the same time.

He turned back and took off his mask, revealing a young face with indifferent silver-gray eyes.

The young man asked the ten great witches a question.

Later, the great witches believed that it was the problem that made the young people stay and saved the entire witch clan. Under his leadership, the Wu clan recaptured the southern border. At that time, the Wu people named the big witches the "Wu" surname, such as Wu Xian, Wu Xing, Wu Peng... But the kindness of young people to the Wu people is as heavy as a mountain, and everyone felt that only a "Wu" could not express their gratitude to him, so they The honorary title "Sorcerer" was dedicated to him, meaning that he was the leader above the ten great witches.

But in fact, his real name is only one simple word:

Lo.

Just, what to say?

Although Shi Wuluo saved the Wu clan, he was always separated from everyone by an unbreakable layer of ice.

He rarely talks to people, and most of the time in the Wu Clan, he just sits silently by himself, but it doesn't seem like he is in a daze or enjoying the scenery. He looked at the spring flowers, the summer water, the autumn fruit, and the winter snow, but he just watched, the world was colorful, but it couldn't be imprinted in those silver-gray eyes.

The old man guarding the altar was called Wu Luo, and he had the most contact with him for the longest time.

A thousand years.

Wu Luo always felt that he had no joys and sorrows, no trace of vitality, just a cold skin, not a "person". It's no wonder that the little bastards in the clan usually look down on the sky and the ground, but when they meet him alone, they immediately shrink their heads, like a partridge.

It was not until this person came back from Qingzhou Zongcheng that he finally "lived".

"Invite someone to drink, which one should I choose?"

Probably because he was stunned for too long, Shi Wuluo thought he didn't hear clearly and asked again.

The old man Wu Luo put the pipe back into his mouth, smashed it, and felt that it was right. Although it was very light, it was true. Now Shi Wu Luo began to have a little "popularity". Facing Shi Wuluo who was sitting upright in front of him, Wuluo suddenly felt that his responsibility was particularly heavy.

- This question cannot be answered casually!

After pondering for a while, Wu Luo said cautiously: "Since it is a return invitation, you must think about it. What kind of wine did the other party invite you to drink last time, and guess what kind of wine he would like."

In fact, Wu Luo's first reaction was Wu Chengniang.

This thing is the spirit that is welcomed by the young people of the last clan. The southern border is very humid, and the primitive jungle is full of dangers. Living here is no different from tying one's head on a belt. Therefore, the Wu people have always been sturdy in their folk customs, and the matter between men and women does not matter. Anyone who sees it will invite someone to drink. The first drink is normal. If the person who is invited also sees the right eye, they will go to pick ebony flowers and make wucheng wine to return the invitation.