Chapter 38 Ah Wei is dead! (Please read it and try to push it QAQ)

"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky~"

Drinking tea, singing songs, leisurely.

About three minutes had passed. During this time, Jianchen Jianchen went to the kitchen once, found tea leaves, and boiled a pot of hot water.

Sitting in the stone pavilion, he was singing.

However, due to his limited knowledge, he could only repeat a few sentences over and over again, and he could not remember the rest at all.

The absurd tune has a unique rhythm in the dark stone pavilion.

Night has fallen.

Chi Xiao in Jian Tong Jian Chen's arms emitted a red-yellow light and was the only light in the stone pavilion.

Hot white steam was rising from the simple teacup.

Compared to hot tea, Jianchen Matou, who was wearing a "butterfly coat", wanted to drink some strong liquor at this time.

after all,

What you drink is not water, but an atmosphere.

At this moment, in this situation, on the day of Matou Zouken's death, hot tea is really a bit inappropriate to the environment.

Fortunately, Kenshin Matou can make do with it.

——He could only make do with it.

Picking up the teacup, the temperature hit him first. He blew away the hot steam rising from the rim of the cup and took a sip gently.

Well, a rarity.

The best black tea tastes like the best black tea.

Although Jianshen Matou is not a cow chewing a peony, he can be said to be like Zhu Bajie swallowing a ginseng fruit.

The boiling hot tea flows into the stomach after being swallowed.

The mouth is filled with the strong aroma of tea.

It’s really enjoyable to watch the “final circle” in the sky shrinking continuously.

Sipping the hot tea, he felt a lot of emotions at once, "It turns out that it feels so good to bully others by taking advantage of one's power."

Tightening Chi Xiao in his hand, Jian Tong Jian Chen shook his head, thinking about what a hard life he had lived before.

But then, his little face fell.

Although Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, was powerful.

However, the servants in my father-in-law's family should not be underestimated~
The most ancient heroic king is indeed a tough opponent. I wonder if Liu Bang has any solution for him.

Kenshin Matou was amused by the thoughts in his mind. The battle was not over yet, but he had already started looking forward to the future. He was truly a holy body that set goals by nature.

Before I knew it, the tea in the cup had been finished.

Matou Kenshin pursed his lips. Matou Zōken was more patient than he had imagined.

——What an old bastard, he lives a long life but becomes a coward.

On the rooftop, in the dark.

Matou Zouken was like a maggot that couldn't stand the light, staring gloomily at the only light in the darkness.

The red-yellow light of the Scarlet Sky Sword made him feel blinded.

The word "treasure" kept appearing in his mind.

The last time, Jianchen Matou used his butterfly magic to stun him for a moment and then cut him in half.

He should have been dead a long time ago...

Matou Zouken was extremely aware of this fact.

The reason why he did not die was very simple. The king who had never appeared, the heroic spirit of the mysterious ancient country, was just watching a farce, and restricted the ability of the treasure, allowing him to continue jumping around.

And now, Matou Zouken had a serious look on his face as he looked at the protective shield that was still shrinking.

——The king is tired of playing.

'This is terrible,' he thought to himself.

Time passed second by second, and in the stone pavilion, Jianchen Matou drank warm tea and sang songs from his hometown.

In a dark corner on the rooftop, Matou Zouken was leaning on a cane with an expressionless face.

——It's a dead end. In the dark environment, the gloomy atmosphere, the cold weather, the two people, one old and one young, are stuck in a meaningless stalemate.

Without a clock, you naturally can't tell the time.

But the ever-shrinking circular protective shield, like a countdown to death, urged Zouken Matou to act.

The cane tapped rhythmically and Matou Zouken gently closed his eyes.

"Jianchen, help me once. As long as you use the sword in your hand to break the talisman, I will agree to any request you make."

Don't see the person, just hear the sound.

Jianchen Jianchen looked around and confirmed that Jiantong Zunyan was just transmitting the message. He turned around, turned his back to the stone table, slumped down, and put all his weight on the stone table.

"Sure, Grandpa. As long as you let me strike you with the sword, I will do whatever you ask."

Blowing the hot steam coming out of the teacup, Jianchen Matou spoke in a serious tone.

There was a brief silence.

"Is there really nothing left to discuss? As long as you agree, I can give you the secrets of magic, countless wealth, and even the position of the head of the family you want. We can still be a family."

Matou Zouken's voice is still as unpleasant as ever.

It’s just that the dead-like calmness is less and there is more liveliness.

"Does death scare you so much? I want to plug my ears to your stupid words."

After taking a sip of hot tea, Jianchen Jiantong simply closed his eyes.

During this time, Matou Zouken kept talking, but he didn't respond and just pretended not to hear.

Slowly, Matou Zouken shut up.

After a moment of silence, a gust of wind blew by. Although he didn't feel cold, Jianchen Matou still tightened his clothes.

Ripples appeared in space, groups of insects appeared, and then merged into the appearance of Matou Zouken.

Jianchen Matou couldn't tell whether it was the real body or not, but it wasn't a big problem.

The still shrinking "final circle" makes Jianchen Matou feel fearless.

"Is there really nothing left to talk about, Jianchen? Grandfather doesn't want to do anything to you."

It was hoarse and unpleasant. Even though he tried hard to sound warm and affectionate, Matou Zouken's voice still made Matou Kenshin feel nauseous.

vomit--

He actually began to dry heave. The tea he had just drunk had contaminated the pure black soil.

"Grandpa, I didn't realize you have the talent of a comedian." After wiping his mouth, Jian Tongjianchen felt like laughing after feeling disgusted:

"If you could, wouldn't you have already done it? Besides... who said you didn't want to do it to me?"

Jianchen Jianchen stood up and looked at the ugly-looking Jiantong Zunyan. He said word by word with a firm tone: "Who said that I was not killed by you, my dear! Grandfather!"

By the end, the words were almost coming out of his teeth.

In reality, until now, everything that Matou Zouken has done is impeccable.

Although he is extremely ugly, his actions make him worthy of being a grandfather.

However, in the simulator, Matou Zouken's beastly behavior was never forgotten by Matou Kenshin for a moment.

Seize, seize, seize...

Imprisoned in a dark wormhole, he could not tell the time except for the three meals, and this went on for ten years.

"Ten years, ten years! Do you know how I spent those ten years?"

"do you know?"

"Matou Kenshin is already dead, you picked the idol!"

"I'm going to eat you up today. Even Jesus can't stop you. I'm telling you!"

Standing up, Jianchen Jianchen's face flushed and his tone was excited. The Chixiao Sword was tightly held in his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Opposite him, Matou Zouken was confused.

He was really confused, extremely confused. He...couldn't understand what Jianchen Jianchen was saying at all.

What ten years, what Kenshin Matou is dead, what even Jesus can't be kept, Matou Zouken didn't understand at all.

(End of this chapter)