Daomu Biji

After listening to that, I was stunned for a moment. This was all endless. Father Panma said this suddenly, and I didn't react at all.But, at the same time, my head twitched, and I felt that this sentence sounded a little bit boring.

Before thinking about it, the oil bottle had already caught up, and hurried to the old man to pull him."You say that, do you know me?" He asked.

Father Panma looked up at him with no expression on his face and no answer. The oil bottle took off his coat and revealed his upper body: "Look, do you know me?"

The black tattoos of the two men are extremely clear. It seems that the two unicorns are fighting each other, and they look at each other very strangely.

After a moment of confrontation, Panma still said nothing, but walked indifferently past the muffled oil bottle, completely ignored him, and his facial expression did not have any waves.

I ca n’t describe the feeling at that time. It ’s very strange. If you have to describe it in words, I can only say that I seem to have seen two dull oil bottles with different time and space, and they instantly merged and separated.

"The stuffy oil bottle finally met the opponent." I had a strange idea in my heart at that time. If it wasn't the wrong time, I would be a bit gloat.All along, I think there can be no one in the world who is more difficult than a stifling oil bottle. It turns out that it is not. Sure enough, it is often necessary to attack the virus with poison and to fight the boredom.

The dull oil bottle did not catch up again. He quietly watched Pan Mayang go away, just for a few seconds, the feeling of time and space disorder just now disappeared.

Agui is at a loss, look at me, look at the far away horse, look at the sullen oil bottle, and look a little bit of fire. Obviously, he can't understand which one is singing.I was afraid that he might be bored, and he patted him quickly, walked to the side of the dull oil bottle, and told him to let him go back, don't worry, since Panma let me go, I will go back and tell him immediately.

The dull oil bottle was noncommittal and nodded, still looking at the distant horse, not knowing what to think about.

Somehow, at this time, I felt that his eyes suddenly became a little different, as if there was something missing, and at the same time, I felt that I had seen these eyes before.

What they must have happened when the four eyes met just now. This performance of Panma is a very strong hint. He must know something, and he must know who the stuffy oil bottle is, and even compare with him. Deep connection, but looking at his attitude, it seems that this connection is not pleasant at all.

I can't wait to catch up.

When I came to sit in the dining room of Panma's house again, I kept thinking about what Panma meant and how to communicate effectively with people like Panma.

"The two of you are together, sooner or later one will be killed by the other."

Pan Ma suddenly said such a sentence, which was confusing in itself. If he didn't know anything, he wouldn't be a hunter in the mountain playing a gun for no reason.But his attitude is strange, and it is obvious that he doesn't like stuffy oil bottles very much.

I really can't think of a relationship.This may be a very common sentence, or it may carry some metaphors. I have always told myself not to think too much, maybe Father Panma means that my skill is too poor, and the skill of the oil bottle is too good, so I He will one day involve him.But my intuition tells me that from the perspective of succession and failure, it seems that the person being warned is me, and I am the one who was killed sooner or later.

But could the oil bottle kill me?Without him, I would have been a few dumplings in the palace now. Even if he was going to kill me, I could only admit it, which seemed completely unreasonable.

Panma's son called us to wash our face and body. Panma had his son do the work because the wound was on his back. He lit the hookah and smoked the yellow smoke from the Yao nationality.

I smelled the smell and found that the smell of smoke is similar to the herbal taste of the oil bottle. It seems that those herbs also have this ingredient.So I wondered if I could relax the atmosphere with this right entry, but I couldn't find the words at all.

The sky sank and it seemed to rain again. Guangxi really liked the rain. The daughter-in-law of Panma closed the window and sat on the floor. The wind blew in through the gap. The temperature was a lot cooler. The old man did it for me. I also learned to return a local etiquette.

At this time, I can carefully look at the appearance of Panma.Panma's facial features are distinct, and his face is covered with the same dark wrinkles as the mountain people. It is very ordinary. At this time, it is difficult to imagine that his god god father's style is really unattractive.This facial feature is definitely not a pedigree with the stuffy oil bottle. I am a little relieved to think of it here.

Agui said my intention on the side, and said that I was an official figure, Panma looked at me and said a word, Agui translated: "Daddy said, what the hell are you, he probably also As you can guess, he had expected that one day someone would ask about it. Just ask whatever you want, and leave as soon as possible, do n’t bother him. "

I was stunned again, feeling what the meaning of the father's words, as if he misunderstood who I am.

But I couldn't clearly feel the reason for his misunderstanding, thinking about it, I immediately reacted, knowing that I shouldn't think about it now, as if I didn't find it to be the most appropriate thing, and when I was a little bit more mature, it was not too late .

I was right and right, and took care of myself, so I said to my dad: "I just want to ask you about the former archaeological team. I think you can tell me about the situation in the past. However, here Before, I was wondering, what did that sentence you just said mean? What is the two of us, one will definitely be killed by one— "

Panma took a big sip of cigarettes and suddenly showed a very strange expression. He shook his head and said a few words. Agui translated: "Daddy said, the meaning of the sentence he just said is very clear. Understand who he is. With him, you will never end well. "

"Do you know him?" I asked immediately."Why do you say that?"

Father Panma looked at me and paused for a long time before saying: "I don't recognize the face, but I can recognize the smell of the dead on him."