C331 The Man Who Was Born

"Young man, I'm calling you, why aren't you paying attention to me!"

Mask Man slowly turned his head and looked coldly at the old man who shouted him.

This was on a street in the Fire City. From the looks of it, this was the gathering point of the pyrolite s. There were almost no other shops on the two sides of the street. At a glance, he could only see the shops selling pyrolite s, and in between, there were a few ice shops that brought a tinge of coolness to the bustling street.

The old man who stopped Mask Man was the boss of an ice shop, with white hair and a white beard, he looked like a wise man.

It was strange, however, that the people in the market would give people the feeling of being born into the world.

"Are you from outside the city?" The old man passionately pulled the Mask Man into his shop, and holding a cup of ice-cold sweet soup in his hands, he said, "The weather here is very warm, if you want to buy anything, just tell me, I will do it for you!"

So he was actually the pyrolite's "intermediary", then it was not hard to understand why he stopped Mask Man, he probably treated this man as a big customer!

The man took the water from him in a dull manner. After tasting it for a bit, he did not say anything.

"Why, you don't trust an old man like me?" The old man smiled, took out a thick account book from under the counter and said, "Look, every time I succeeded, I would write it down in this account book. Over the years, look at how thick my account book has become!"

Seeing that the Mask Man still had not said anything, the old man continued to mobilize, "Don't worry, I can assure you that the goods that have been taken out of my hands have not been returned yet! Honestly speaking, before we established the Holy Republic, I had already provided pyrolite s for all the cities in the three big nations of Homo sapiens. Now, I have even provided most of the weapons for the four big ace army! "

The man smiled apologetically, dropped some money, and was about to leave when the old man hurried forward to stop him.

This was because he saw that this man didn't leave anything behind but a shiny gold coin. If he didn't catch this kind of customer, then he wouldn't need to stay here any longer!

"Do you want to take a look around?" This is the first time you have come to our Fire City … Don't be in such a hurry to leave. You seem to be unfamiliar with this place. "Come, come and stay at my place. This old man will be your free guide!"

It seemed like he was really determined to do business with this man. After saying this, he gave all the business in the ice shop to a waiter, who hurried back to his home.

Along the way, he had mentioned his expertise in buying pyrolite more than once, and did not miss the opportunity to say that his home was the coldest in Fire City. All of this was for the mysterious Mask Man to place an order for him.

In next to no time, they arrived at the door to the old man's room.

It wasn't quite right to say that what they saw was a house, because it was a completely different structure from that of an ordinary house elsewhere — and of course, if one could only live in a house, it would be a different matter — almost all of it had sunk into the ground, or the house was a hole dug in the ground! The roof of the house was overgrown with trees, and the "door" at the bottom of the house was small enough for two people to pass through side by side. However, after entering the house, it was actually very cool, and the ventilation and light inside were very good.

"Haha, don't joke with me. Our houses are filled with caves like this. Don't look at them ugly but they are very practical. Even in the summer, the temperature here is much colder than on the street!"

Seeing that the Mask Man did not respond to him, the old man laughed awkwardly, then suddenly thought of something and stood in front of him and said, "Hehe, after saying so much, I have yet to introduce myself! My name is Jian Bushang, and most people see that I am called Uncle Han. If you do not mind, you can call me Uncle Han! "

"Jian Bushang"? It was truly a deceitful, deceitful and deceitful business. However, he was quite honest in telling others that he was a deceitful business.

Mask Man looked at him coldly, and said with an ice-cold voice. "Dreamy Tibetan Witch!"

"Dreamy Tibetan Witch? Your name is Dreamy Tibetan Witch? " Jian Bushang laughed and said, "Good name, good name!"

"Oh, where is it better now?"

Dreamy Tibetan Witch suddenly became interested, and stared straight at him and asked.

Being swept by his gaze, Jian Bushang felt panic in his heart for no reason. He thought for a long time, but was still unable to think of what the good part about this name.

Originally, it was just a polite remark, there was no need to be so serious in pursuing it. Could it be that you want others to hear your name and say a bad one? There's something wrong!

At that moment, a child ran towards them happily from within the cave. As he ran, he called out to his grandfather.

"Hehe, good grandson, let's see what grandpa brought you that's good to eat!" Jian Bushang carried the child and took out a handful of candy from his pocket, then said to Dreamy Tibetan Witch, "My grandson is five years old this year! Even though he's young, he's still a ghost! "

The child curiously looked at Dreamy Tibetan Witch, her chubby little hands couldn't help but reach out to grab his mask. Dreamy Tibetan Witch glared at him coldly, scaring him to the point where he hurriedly hid in his grandfather's embrace.

"Go, tell your grandma that an important guest has arrived. Tell the kitchen to cook some good dishes!"

After Jian Bushang finished instructing his grandson to put him down, he turned and sighed, "Sigh, this child is actually quite pitiful. In order to earn money, his parents took advantage of the war and the lack of weapons to do the pyrolite business in the Mainland. He has never seen his parents in his entire life before!"

At last, he said, with a strange surprise, I don't know if this war is a good thing or a bad thing, I don't understand!

The speaker may not have meant it, but the listener did.

After Dreamy Tibetan Witch heard this, he stood still. Although his expression was covered by the mask, one could still feel that he was thinking seriously.

"War …" he said to himself. "What is the evil war for profit, for want of property, and what is the just war for, to sacrifice so many innocent lives for the sake of justice?"

Jian Bushang suddenly heard him speak for such a long time that he was obviously stunned, and only after a while did he react and say, "Looks like little brother has also experienced war before. It doesn't matter whether it is good or bad, as long as we ordinary people have food, drink, and drink! "Come, let's go to the Guest Clan first. The dishes in the kitchen will be ready soon!"

With that, he pulled Dreamy Tibetan Witch into the guest hall and gave him a warm welcome.

It was night. The sunlight faded, making the land feel slightly cool.

The moonlight was like water, illuminating the fiery red Fire City with unparalleled beauty. At this moment, the Fire City was truly lively. After a day of fatigue, people walked onto the streets one by one to celebrate and whisper in the rare cool world, or to simply do nothing as they quietly sat by the river at the corner of the street to catch their cool.

Humans, no matter how difficult, would always find a suitable way to amuse themselves.

But when it was bustling with noise and excitement outside, Dreamy Tibetan Witch was already fast asleep on the bed.

Today, as usual, he drank too much wine, too much for him to count. His alcohol tolerance was not bad, and was even so good that it was unbelievable. At least this point looked like it to Jian Bushang who had seen countless people, but how did he get drunk so quickly?

Could it be that everyone was drunk?

No matter what, he was asleep and snoring loudly.

But why was there so much terror in that originally unrestrained snoring, so much terror that it sounded like the cry of a helpless child?

He clenched his fists. The cloth was soaked with sweat, and even the mask that covered his face was dripping — was it sweat, too, or was it a man's tears?

In the dream, he seemed to have returned to the past, to the place where he had dreamt countless times …

Tibetan Witch Mountain!

A brilliant blue light, a crowded crowd, and then a beautiful face. Amongst the five star mass of light, there stood a sad and beautiful person. Their face was blurry, but it emitted a sorrowful aura.

Yes, it was sadness.

Then there was the fear of the crowd, my helplessness and the tattered suicide note. His head was spinning and his eyes were blurry. Everyone had turned into stars in the sky. In the center of the stars was that beautiful and fragrant epiphyllum flower! Its color was too bright to look at.

However, the Ephemeral Flower instantly withered into pieces of teardrops, scattering down on the two lovebirds that were playing with the water. The mandarin duck panicked and then flew into the air as if it was fleeing for its life. Then, there was the loud sound of thunder, and then …

After that was her lost face and her body covered in cold sweat after waking up!

"Xi Yan, Xi Yan..."

Dreamy Tibetan Witch, no, he should be called Chang Jingye instead. He painfully sat up in shock, the smile on his face in his dream had actually turned into a bone-piercing pain!

Three years. A whole three years!

I've been running away, running away from all the people I know. Every day, I let myself get drunk, not to forget, but to see you again in my dreams, because only when I'm drunk can I see you again in my dreams — every time it's a nightmare, but it's enough, at least I can see you in this way every day!

You said you would be the kindest star in my dream, but why can't I see you every night? It's them! They're the ones who harmed you! God race, detestable God race! Xi Yan, wait for me. There will be a day when I will take revenge for you and even if it becomes even more difficult, I will still take the head of the Celestial King to pay my respects to you. Then, I will accompany you forever — But, please allow me to fall into depravity here …