GBP Chapter 152
Chapter 152
Impulsive!
She is still too impulsive!
No matter what, you can't die so easily!
It’s all Cao Ping’s fault!
The child stared blankly at a small patch of ground in front of him, where some snow particles that had not been completely swept away were mixed in the soil and sand.
The colors did not match, and there was a blade of grass shivering in the wind, still with a little green, but it had been frozen to death for a long time, just like her and Cao Ping, and had been waiting outside Jin Tong's tent for a long time after its "death".
Will it still sprout new buds in the spring?
Can they wait until Jin Tong calms down?
It was clearly Cao Ping's fault, what does it have to do with her? If anyone needs to reflect on something, shouldn't Cao Ping be the one to reflect on it himself?
The child felt that he was wronged and couldn't stop complaining in his heart.
She felt like the poor little grass, weak, innocent, and could only be blown by the wind and beaten by the snow. She was insignificant in life and died in a very miserable way.
I could only ignite a raging fire in my chest...
"I want to fry you, stir-fry you, deep-fry you, chop you into pieces, roll you into balls, string them together, and roast them over a fire for 49 days, turning you into black charcoal slag that even dogs wouldn't eat!"
The child finally said the first words she had spoken since she was born.
Her expression was ferocious, and she bent her five fingers into claws and gestured in front of Cao Ping's head.
Then she did nothing, shrank back angrily, hugged her arms, turned her head, leaned it on the tent, and continued to stare at the small piece of land and the grass in front of her. Only her heavy breathing revealed her uneasy state of mind.
Cao Ping was like a mute, silently looking at another piece of land and another blade of grass with his head tilted.
Why doesn't he speak?
Why doesn't he speak?
Doesn't he feel guilty?
Child: I’m so angry that I feel like I’m going to die.
It was only after she came out that she discovered that the Demon King was actually Chang Xiaoyu in disguise, the distinguished guest's beauty was Hu Shanniang, Old Man Li was the cook, and Waiya and Zhuier had helped the Jia couple get familiar with many things in advance, so they had entered the upper level early on, but unfortunately they had not met anyone else.
No matter how these people did it, they have a chance of winning!
As long as the child could survive, there would definitely be a chance to find a solution, but all this was ruined by Cao Ping!
How could she not hate it!
"Why are you trying to kill me? I'm not a monster!"
The child couldn't understand why he could kill chickens, cows, cats, or anything else, so why did he have to kill her?
Even if the two of them were to die, at least they could take the two monsters with them. Why would they kill each other?
She endured it again and again, but suddenly she jumped up, sat up straight, and glared at him.
Cao Ping turned his head towards the child, spread his hands and said innocently, "It's obvious. I want to live."
"I just don't want to?" The children were stunned.
"Whatever you think, it's none of my business." Cao Ping answered fluently, then turned his neck and went to look at the grass.
Child:……
"I'll strangle you to death!" She pinched his neck childishly.
Of course Cao Ping refused to submit, so he grabbed her neck and kicked her at the same time. But the child was not stupid, so how could she just poke him and ask him to kick her? The two of them twisted their legs and tried to shake off each other's hands.
Even with their faces flushed red, none of them were willing to let go. They fell backwards in a daze, and the tent lost its support for some reason while they were struggling.
Jin Tong threw away the things that were thrown at him and appeared in front of them with a dark face.
The child who was beaten by Cao Ping: Oh...it's over.
Cao Ping who was beaten: Oh~ it’s over.
In life, some hardships are inevitable. The child, ignorant and clueless, came up with a very reasonable sentence, and then asked weakly: "Master Jinqu, are you still angry?"
Jin Tong smiled: "I'm not angry."
"I want to roll you both into balls!" he roared.
The child shrank his neck: It seems he is still angry.
His eyes fell on the mess, and the child thought for sure: He is even angrier than before.
Cao Ping thought to himself: Then I feel relieved.
The two children climbed up, each thinking about something, and looked down at their toes.
Jin Tong stared at the tops of their heads, his mood was extremely complicated.
He had known for a long time that these unreliable children might not bring him glory in the future, but he really didn't expect that the day of losing face would come so soon.
"What on earth do you want to do?"
The child was thinking, Cao Ping was pondering, and the two children looked at each other: Who will speak first?
"I didn't ask you to answer!"
Jin Tong interrupted them before they could speak, and walked back and forth several times with his hands on his hips in anger, but he still couldn't calm down.
"It's shameful, so shameful, you guys have made me lose face!"
"You guys are just using your limited skills to kill each other, right?"
"How many eyes are watching outside? What do I usually teach you?"
"It's okay if I can't win beautifully, but at least I can't die so miserably, right?"
"His ancestors!"
Jin Tong started yelling and cursing, each cry becoming more ferocious than the last. With a bang, an innocent kettle was kicked away and shattered into pieces by the stones on it, just like Jin Tong's face.
It was the first time the child discovered that he could be quite capable, but his kettle was gone. What would he drink when he was thirsty?
You can't just carry their bodies and cut their necks and let them bleed like monsters, right?
The child was a little distracted until Jin Tong said -
"Do you know what the consequences of your willful and reckless behavior will be? I won't tell you. Come, come, take a good look for yourself! If all this is true, you deserve to die!"
Jin Tong took out the [Audio-Visual Mother] and tapped it twice, and the picture was projected into the air. It was the picture that Shijing was playing.
Because the child killed the chicken-headed demon, the demons in the stands became angry. In their rage, they ordered that all the people in their cave be killed, their flesh be made into bloody food, and their skins be hung up as a warning to others.
Chang Xiaoyu, the fake demon king, said a few words but was still suspected, so he had to change his words.
Hu Shanniang tried to divert their attention back to the stage of life and death, and spoke many nice words to the distinguished guests in a hoarse voice, but it was useless.
"No need to delay. Let's drink and have fun here. The little ones will go to work. My beauty, my beauty, you are still too worried."
The fat hoof tapped Hu Shanniang's nose.
She could only swallow her anger, smile coquettishly, and lower her head in pretending to be shy.
……
Their actions may cause others to bear the consequences.
Jin Tong and the others have taught this many times, and they have suffered losses, but they just can't remember the lessons.
It’s not that they can’t remember. Every time, the child thinks he has figured it out, but when things really happen, he still can’t help but act recklessly.
If they were ordinary people, doing ordinary things, they might not cause much trouble to others, but they are not.
In the fantasy world, they can make mistakes all the time.
In reality, they shouldn't make even a single mistake.
The little boy stood beside the child, who lowered her head and cried, feeling sorry for her. "This is too difficult! Why? You don't want to do this, so why let them control you? Just run away, then he won't have to worry about you hurting anyone in the future."
Child:……
She blinked away the tears in her eyes and looked at the child in a daze. She didn't even remember to speak in her heart, and asked bluntly: "Why are you still here?"