Naruto: My Fist is the Last Word

Chapter 765 despair

Xi Xi’s evening breeze moved the weeds on the side of the road.

Wu Xingjie usually walked out of the yard after dinner. At this time, a bald man walked in front of Wu Xingjie, said hello to Wu Xingjie, and then talked about gambling. Then he laughed and walked away.

After he left, Wu An approached Wu to celebrate.

“Wu celebrate, Wu celebrate, there is a total of 150 yuan, please buy me a pair of gloves and a nunchaku tomorrow.”

Wu celebrated looking at Wu An in doubt.

“Why are you buying this?”

“Well–I want to practice martial arts! Maybe I’m a martial arts wizard that’s rare in a century.

The boy had a smug expression on his face when he spoke.

Wu celebrated then took Yang Qian and put it in his pocket.

By the next day, there was no sun in the early morning, and the sky seemed to be cold, emitting a gray-blue light of “Nine Nine Zero”.

In the autumn harvest season, a square of golden rice is basked on the wide road. Not all of the roads are occupied, and half of them are open to traffic. Sometimes the car rushed past and soiled other people’s rice. Those people who had been sitting under the big tree in the cold and smiling, would lower their faces and yell: “Go and reincarnate!”

It is a very loud voice.

But only the standing tree could hear it.

An old man raised his head and slightly opened his cloudy eyes to see the sky, saying that it might rain. So when one spreads ten, ten spreads a hundred, like an infectious disease, everyone hurriedly cleaned up the rice that came out of the sun.

The bone squeaked across the cement. The dustpan bites into the valley and rustles.

It was all sorted up before long.

But the rain did not come.

windy.

The wind blew away the dark clouds, and the sun was scattered all over the world again. Of course people are a little unhappy. If you are not happy, you still get the rice out and continue to dry it.

This year, swine fever trot all the way from south to north, and in the end even this last-named town was not spared.

When dusk approached, Wu Xingqing called Wu An out to help with a heavy tone. Wu An threw down the nunchaku and walked out of the room. Saw a yellow stained plastic bag.

Underneath is a hard dead pig.

That afternoon, the sky was flying with a drizzle. The pallet tires rolled over the wet dirt road leaving a gray mark. The car board is not secure. The road was also very bumpy and trembling. Wu An held the cold pig’s hoof to prevent it from falling to the ground.

Wu celebrated in silence along the way. Because he was walking in front, Wu An couldn’t see his expression clearly.

When they arrived at Qianxi, Wu An and Wu Xie threw the dead pig from the bridge into the rolling stream. The latter sighed suddenly, but still didn’t say anything.

The car creaked. The road was very bumpy, and there were broken bricks on the road.

The roots of the banyan tree gnawed away from the tiles and stuck out abruptly on the ground.

This is an orchard of only about 200 square meters. The surrounding area is filled with thorny bushes, branches and vines, and leaves like fish bones. You can’t see the inside from the outside.

The grass was deep, and he stepped on to directly submerge his knees. Fortunately, he was wearing pants and rubber boots with tubes so that he would not be injured by the wood thorns.

There are many taboos in the jungle. Wu Xingqing told Wu An that the vegetation that looks like a taro seedling, with large leaves, should not be touched, otherwise it will itch all over if you are not careful. In addition, you have to defend against green snakes and earth beehives. Once the soil beehive falls, the bumblebee will buzz, the number is unknown, and it is more complicated than the brain.

In the midsummer afternoon, Wu An was left alone in the bamboo house to watch the orchard. Wu celebrated that he should pay attention to villagers and passers-by who steal the fruits. In fact, there is nothing to guard, because there is no one around, not even the birds sing.

A cool breeze came in through the window.

Gently blow Wu An’s belly.

Wu An sat up straight from the recliner and yawned. He swallowed his saliva, his mouth was dry, and he remembered that he hadn’t drank any water all afternoon.

Wu An didn’t mean to fall asleep on purpose. Before going to bed, he wanted to take good care of the garden. Suddenly, his limbs wandered and became tired, and he was vague and unaware of it.

Then he walked to the tea table and picked up the tin kettle, trying to pour a cup of tea to quench his thirst. The water in the kettle ran out. He lifted the lid of the pot and brought his eyes close to the round mouth. The inside of the pot gallbladder was dark and autumnal, with a sour smell. Wu An’s family likes to drink tea, but this year’s tea seems to be not as good as in previous years.

Wu An knew the reason, because the pigs in his family died and had no money, Wu Xing had to re-run the orchard.

When Wu An walked all the way to the north through the overlapping fruit trees, he suddenly found many ants on the trunk of a longan tree. At this time, the longan is out of season. He stopped to look and see how the ants lined up to climb the tree. After looking at it for a while, he went on again. He looked for a litchi tree in his memory, plucked the fruit, and quenched his thirst. Can lychee quench thirst?

Wu celebrated once picked the lychee from that lychee tree and gave it to him. It was really delicious. Wu celebrated and told him that there was only this one in the whole garden. After eating, he kept thinking about it.

Ge Di dripped down with a needle.

cold.

Is it raining?

He stopped again and found that it was not raining. Look at the high branches, but you can’t see clearly.

He was a little upset. If you watch less TV or be farther away from the TV, you won’t be near-sighted at a young age of more than 200 degrees.

My peers also have a lot of myopia and sometimes regret it.

A blue bird!

It has a tapered beak, blue feathers, and a long awning, like the tail of a squirrel. It’s not called, it stops among the branches and leaves like a mango.

What kind of bird is this called?

Birds have names.

Magpie. Crow. sparrow. swallow.

Swallows are easy to recognize, and the swallow’s tail is like a small scissors. Once, three swallows flew into Wu An’s house and flew against the eaves. Then they couldn’t get out, they kept flying and barking. They were probably stupid swallows. It took him a long time to drive them out.

Birds are also very afraid of people. But I feel that this bird is not afraid of Wu An at 3.3 points. Wu An scared it. It is indifferent. Are you asleep?

Wu An climbed up the tree trunk and approached it, trying to catch it.

Little by little, little by little, slowly and gently, his fingers poked out, as if they could really grab it.

With a beep.

Wu An’s hand was amputated by it. The pain was so serious that he almost didn’t cry.

Then the bird spread its wings and flew away.

It doesn’t scream from start to finish, and it doesn’t scream at all.

Xiao Hei is seven years old and is already a big black dog. Xiao Hei was bought by her grandmother from a relative’s house in a neighboring village with a bag of granulated sugar.

Wild dogs are often seen everywhere in this place. Some people still raise native dogs. If the dogs have a lot of cubs and cannot be arranged, others may adopt them at the cost of a bag of granulated sugar. .