Chapter 866: Circle 4
When the red panda came back with the tiger hair in its mouth, Fang Yuan was stunned.
You really went to fight the tiger.
He even beat him bald.
Looking at the tiger hair that the red panda spit out, Fang Yuan made a plush pendant for it and hung it around its neck.
After that, the red panda ran around the mountain, probably to show off.
It defeated the tiger, which was something it could be proud of for the rest of its life.
Other animals: . . . .
tiger:....
The large black shadow crawling on the ground moved. It opened its big mouth in anger and roared. Its animal eyes stared straight at the place where the giant panda left.
There was a huge and ferocious word "王" engraved on the tiger's face, but there was one stroke missing: its fur.
There is also a gap on the back, which looks so pitiful.
A hairless tiger.
Also have self-esteem.
Fang Yuan looked at the red panda rolling around in the valley and decided to call it GunGun from now on.
Wherever the wheels rolled, his flowers were gone.
The lush garden valley is a real mess, but it doesn’t matter, it will be fine again tomorrow.
This time Fang Yuan was meditating in the valley.
GunGun is already a big boy. He can use Fang Yuan as a walking stick when sitting next to him.
It poked Fang Yuan and imitated him in meditating, feeling the spiritual energy entering its body.
The two of them were emitting a faint white light.
the other side.
To be honest, the old lama was also surprised when he saw Zhang Ruifeng.
“You’re still alive.”
Zhang Ruifeng: "I can live without you."
He took the old lama's prayer wheel.
"I'm not here to waste time talking to you. This time I'm here with the tribe leader to find Bai Ma. You better dig her out."
The old lama squeezed his empty hand and said, "Really? The tone of your voice made me think you were here to rob me."
The eyes of the Zhang family are very special. When they are not speaking, their eyes are particularly clean and quiet. When they look at you, there is no trace of pity or prying. It is like a mirror, reflecting the real you.
Therefore, it is unlucky to meet a narrow-minded person.
They see their own filthiness and darkness, and finally want to smash the mirror.
Zhang family: . . . .
It's our fault that you have darkness in your heart.
Zhang Qilin just watched his uncle scolding someone, so they knew each other.
The old lama is also a member of the Zhang family.
"It's just as you thought. The old lama is also a member of the Zhang family. He is the manager of the Western Archives and cannot leave this lama temple for the rest of his life.
So, he also knew about your parents' affairs, and he also informed the Zhang family.
This is his duty.
Likewise, your mother was able to stay for three days because he violated the clan rules."
Zhang Ruifeng's tone was indifferent. Everyone wants to break the clan rules, and most people abide by them.
Zhang Qilin nodded, he understood.
That is the old lama's duty.
The Zhang family has the responsibilities of the Zhang family.
After all, it was the old lama who helped his mother give birth to him.
Although she didn't know whether the result would be good or bad, Bai Ma wanted her child to be alive and well.
Zhang Fulin also hopes that the official can survive.
The two of them had known their dead end for a long time. They had struggled but failed, so they wanted to fight for their child.
This was the best arrangement they could make under the circumstances at the time.
Because no one knows what the future will be like.
Because Zhang Qilin was still young, he had been cheated many times along the way, so he still had some guardedness in his mind, although not much.
You can tell from the look in his eyes, it's very clear.
The little lama took Zhang Qilin to visit the lama temple.
"Your mother won't dig it out so quickly. You have to wait."
Zhang Qilin nodded and said "hmm".
"I know."
The young lama pointed to the way they came and said, "We thought you wouldn't come so soon. The old lama said you might be my honored guest. Now my honored guest is here."
Zhang Qilin looked at the yard and asked, "Have you been waiting for the Zhang family?"
"Ah."
The old lama said that when there is no one left, they will forget too.
"Mother Baima is a very good Tibetan doctor. She was born in Kangba Village..."
The young lama told Zhang Qilin everything he knew.
This was the first time that little Qilin knew about his mother. He took out a small notebook and made quick notes on it.
The first few lines describe how and why he was deceived.
Fortunately it was a code. The little lama couldn’t understand it and thought it was Chinese characters.
Zhang Qilin: . . . . .
These are all dark histories and should not be shown to others.
But my uncle is right. I don’t know if the antidote will work. I’ll just write it down first.
If I don’t write about amnesia, I’ll be screwed.
Although he didn't know what "finished" meant.
But probably a calf.
Normally no one jokes with him.
His uncle always jokes with him, but he can tell the difference between a joke and malicious intent.
He knew that his uncle disliked his excessive kindness, and he had changed a lot. For example, he didn't speak when saving people and didn't let them know who he was. He didn't ask them to repay him, but only asked them not to repay kindness with evil.
My cousin said that there is nothing wrong with being kind, and we should not reflect on ourselves, but rather it is the fault of others who are not kind.
Do what you think is right, then hold the flowers in your left hand and the knife in your right hand. If it is not right, just kill them.
There's no reason to hold yourself back.
Who knows how long I can live?
Zhang Qilin experienced more along the way than the Zhang family experienced in his notes, and suddenly he felt relieved. It turned out that everyone was having a hard time and was trying hard to live.
He saw all kinds of life and felt more compassion, but every time he felt this way, his uncle would hit him on the head.
"You should take care of yourself first."
Why not be a god with compassion for all living beings?
God is the most pitiful.
Although people are crazy, they are much happier than God.
God: Are you polite?
Zhang Ruifeng: God is a shackle, isn’t it?
To be honest, he didn't really agree with the tribe's ideas.
If he were the patriarch, no, he would be a mascot.
If he were an elder, half of the people would stay in the tribe.
The other half rushed out directly, and would rather kill the innocent than let them go, and slaughtered them all.
This will prevent the Wang family from being like a jumping toad and causing trouble.
not only.
He also wanted to spread strange stories about the Wang family everywhere, such as that Wang Canghai was still alive, from the Ming Dynasty to the Republic of China.
What is it that eating a bite of the flesh of someone from the Wang family can prolong one's life?
You know, there are always people who believe in rumors.
Ordinary people have a hard time, so they just treat it as a story.
The same cannot be said of other powerful people.
No matter whether it is or not, you should try it to see how salty it is.
For example, people who are about to die, presidents and high-ranking officials, and foreigners who even eat mummies, all of them must be a member of the Wang family.
Even the Japanese want to taste the Wang family's food.
Wang Family: . . . .
Vicious!!!
So vicious! ! !
As for whether others will spread rumors about the Zhang family.
Please, it's obvious at a glance that the Wang family is trying to pass on the blame.
After all, people always remember the first rumor that broke the news most clearly.
No one believed it even though I clarified it.
So the Zhang family is still too conservative, they only know how to fight and kill. The people outside are neither bloody corpses nor dumplings, so they can just be killed.
Spiritual destruction is the most important thing, and the Wang family must be nailed to the pillar of shame.
This kind of thing has been done before, turning a loving couple and a happy family into a scandal, so spreading rumors is suitable for the Wang family.
Look at that neurotic computing department. Can it outsmart the people in the world?
Operations Department: . . . .
Zhang Qilin: . . . . .
My uncle is really right.
This is the truth.
No one believed what I said nicely, but rumors spread throughout the country within a month.
After all, people like curious stories, and it doesn’t matter whether they are true or not.
They will also contribute to the Wang family.
Old Lama: . . .
He knows how to do this, so he will do it. Western Archives is so poor that it only has money left.