Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The boy was thrown into bed by Grandpa Snake.

Even before he was completely awake, he couldn't help but cry out - a bed he'd never slept in, fluffy as a cloud, luxurious enough to fill the mattress with countless springs, much more comfortable than sleeping in a weed nest!

But the boy's heart, like falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley, was not happy at all.

In this world, "unintentionally fallen meat" is not there.

Every piece of meat, every chip, every drop of blood, there's a price.

What's the price of being saved by the Snake Master and sleeping in such a comfortable bed?

Although boys are still boys, people in the wilderness generally ripen early, and he knows many things, and has seen many beast-like people in the wilderness, tangled together like beasts, moaning like beasts.

And Master Snake looked him in the eye, like a beast, no, lower than a beast, a venomous snake.

The boy remembered the skinned mouse again, and he felt that his skin had also been peeled off with the eyes of the serpent, stripped naked and revealed a good body of fresh flesh.

Luckily, I have a brother.

“Don't be afraid, Deer, half the people in Tombstone are going to the meat market to split the meat, and we can get out. ”

Brother said, "As long as I can kill him! ”

“You can't kill him. ”

The boy cried darkly in his heart, "He's strong, his brain must be strong, and his brother will get hurt. ”

“I have to kill him. ”

Brother said, "Don't worry, the big owner of Sirius Gambling House can't be any better than so many people on the meat market combined, I can, I have to. ”

The boy also wanted to talk, and Grandpa Snake had walked over, holding his hands against the bed, and the sarcoma on his forehead, like a cobra, shrunk, stood tall and hot.

“They call you White Hand. ”

Grandpa Snake squinted his eyes and carefully held the boy's hand. “Sure enough, it's white and clear. It's as bright as a jade. It's more magnificent than a girl's hand. It's a little more resilient. It's a good hand. ”

The boy mustered courage and was frightened: “My name is‘ White Deer ’! ”

“White deer? It's a good name. Deer is a fairy in the woods. You're like a fairy in Tombstone Town. Strange, how come I've never seen you before? ”

The serpent grinned, "Unfortunately, the deer are too fragile, and there is no room for survival in the new world after the nuclear war, unless… they are sheltered by the strong. ”

He wants to catch the white deer's hand.

The white deer hid, curled up to the corner of the bed, and there was no way back.

Grandpa Snake was not in a hurry. He smiled and turned on the TV with a remote control.

On the screen, the white deer have made thousands of images in the Sirius Gambling House over the past few days. The evidence is conclusive and cannot be denied.

“People say that your hands are fast and almost invisible. All of them call you 'white hands’, except that a long time ago, there was another meaning of 'little hands': thieves, pickpockets, thieves stealing things! ”

Master Snake sighed and lamented, “Madam Ching Ben, whatever you do as a thief, even if your hands are smaller and faster and softer and slipperier, you shouldn't steal cards in my gambling house to exchange cards. Everyone in the bloody wasteland knows that Grandpa Snake's gambling house in Tombstone Town is most fair. You're here to pay a thousand dollars, smash my sign, break my justice, even involve my best men to lose a hand. You say, what do I do with you, little thing? ”

“I was wrong, Snake. ”

The white deer shed tears, trembling, “Give me a break, Snake, I, I dare not...”

“No!”

Brother screamed in his heart, “Don't tell this snake sister that she is seriously ill and needs medical bills, no one will pity us, he will only catch her to pay off the debt and suffer with us! ”

“Rationally, I should have left you in the meat market. ”

The Snake Master admired the thousands of images of the white deer on television, and he sighed, “But your hands are so beautiful that they don't look like a radially mutated demon race —— we demons are somewhat ugly, few people are as perfect as you are, like a fine piece of art, you're a gift from God, there's no reason to call those animals miserable, is there? ”

The white deer did not know whether to nod or shake his head, but wept silently.

“Don't cry. In the future, this is your home. Grandpa Snake will protect you. You are the only one who eats people. No one dares to eat you anymore. ”

Grandpa Snake softly said, "Do you know why I cut off four hands today? ”

The white deer shook her head with tears.

“He chopped off the trailer and sent you to the meat market without my permission, which is only the second, most of all he is old, his hands have slowed, his eyes have slowed, you actually succeeded for two consecutive days, the third day discovered that such waste is not eligible for the" palm eye "of the Wolf Gambling House on that day. ”

Grandpa Snake said, “It's a shame that the waves behind the Yangtze River pushed forward, and the newer people changed hands, white deer, your hands and eyes are fast enough, and you don't have the guts. It's a shame that you died in the wilderness, so I'll be working in the gambling house in the future to help Grandpa Snake, okay? ”

What else can White Deer say? I could barely nod my head: "… OK. ”

“Very good.”

Grandpa Snake laughed harder, his eyes deeper and deeper, his eyes like two barbed tongues, licking the face and hands of a white deer, "You know, what's the most important thing about working in a gambling house? ”

The white deer shook his head and shivered.

“Technology and trust. ”

Snake Softly said, "Technology, Snake can teach you slowly, but you tell Snake how to build trust between two strangers in the shortest possible time? ”

The white deer shuddered harder and harder, shivering: “I, I don't know. ”

“It's okay.”

Snake went around to the bed and reached out again, "You'll see. ”

The white deer screamed and slashed Grandpa Snake's hand, almost not rolling down the other side of the bed.

Grandpa Snake's eyes got cold.

Thereafter, it heated up again, like a fire.

He opened the cabinet.

It smells sour and bloody.

It's a whip wrapped in iron and stained with layers and layers of blood that can't be washed clean.

Or, its owner never wanted to wash it, just like any other bloody device in the cabinet.

“It's called ‘gentleness’. ”

Grandpa Snake whipped, obsessed, “Believe me, you will be best friends. ”

“Gentle” is not gentle at all.

With just one whip, he took out all the dignity of the white deer, and three whips went down, and his thin shirt broke in pieces, screaming in crying blood, and rolled under the bed.

“You scream so loud. ”

Snake stepped directly onto Simmons and walked over. He stood high and looked at the rolling white deer, smiling, "You have to practice well in the future. ”

He wielded a fourth whip, but this time as clever as a venomous snake vomited, tearing apart pieces of the white deer and a broken bandage, revealing a thin and miserable white chest.

Then Grandpa Snake stood still.

It was like a poisonous snake standing tall, pinched seven inches by an invisible hand.

He saw the eyes.

Between the chest bellies of the white deer, about the location of the liver area, covered by a layer of folds, pigeon egg size, crystal clear eyes!

As he just said, most of the demons in the wilderness are born with some deformity, but one grows between the chest bellies, with the eyes of infinite lightning, which is also a rarity in the rarity.

Not to mention, when he stared at this eye, his eyes stared at him dead, even protruding from between the chest bellies of the white deer, even with the surrounding skin tightened and raised.

It's like...

Behind the eyes, there's a face, a pair of brains, all drilled out of the white deer, open the blood basin mouth, one bite to swallow him!

“Right now. ”

Brother screams, "Hold on, deer! ”

The white deer felt his liver was punched.

No, it was like a shotgun stuck between his chest and shot him.

He couldn't help screaming and bleeding from his mouth and nose.

But there was a fire of hope in my heart, and I saw the way out.

He knows, brother started it.

At this moment, he is suffering as much pain as the target brain is suffering - this is his brother's “ability."

Sure enough, Snake's eyes suddenly scattered a mist of blood and his mouth, nose and ears overflowed the winding blood path.

He seemed to get drunk, throw away his whip, and dance like a jerk.

This is a manifestation of severe brain damage.

The big owner of Wolf Gambling House is really amazing. In the past, when my brother started it, those bandits bled to death silently. Now, there is only one target, my brother started it once, but he couldn't kill him completely.

So my brother started a second time.

The white deer felt their five dirty hearts burned.

Likewise, Grandpa Snake's skull should be filled with the flames of a brain wave.

Grandpa Snake stared at the white deer and didn't expect this “deer” to grow a sharp antler, reached out to grab the boy, but the white deer cleverly flashed - Grandpa Snake's retina and visual nerves had burned out, turned blind and couldn't see him at all.

Master Snake wanted to scream, but there was also burning plasma in his throat, not a word.

“Ah!”

The white deer circled behind the snake grandfather and hit him hard, pushing the cabinet filled with all kinds of equipment onto him.

The Snake Master had no resistance, the struggle was getting weaker and weaker, and the blood and brains flowing around his head converged into a thick stain.

“It worked!”

White deer hurt and laughed.

It was too cold to prevent Grandpa Snake from returning to light and his ankle was grabbed by a nervous convulsion.

“Ah!”

The white deer screamed, the whole person was soft and about to fall next to Grandpa Snake.

Snake grabbed his ankle with one hand, while the other hand instinctively pulled the pistol out of his boot and shot him indiscriminately.

Shot to death, no target, naturally missed the white deer.

But the gunfire spread outside, attracting the Sirius Gambling House.

“Boom, boom, boom! ”

Knock on the door.

“Pong, pong, pong! ”

Breaking the door.

“Boom! Boom! ”

The door slammed.

Not surprisingly, in Master Snake's secret room, there must be a problem with the shooting.

“Grandpa Snake? Master Snake!”

The people outside screamed as they slammed the door.