Chapter 215

It's a bad feeling to be watched by others. I don't know why they are tangled in this matter. They are just a passer-by and have kept a low profile, but they still don't let go of themselves. Do they really want to force themselves to leave in advance?

It's still raining. It's been raining all night. There's no sign of stopping. It seems that today's trial can't be held as scheduled.

The air in the rain is very fresh. On the uncontaminated grassland, the air looks at the fragrance of green grass. Without the noise of the morning sun, the whistle and the noisy cry, we can only hear the sound of the war horse chewing in the trough. Everything looks so calm and serene.

It's like going back to the mountain village. The same green and the same air make everyone's pores stretch out.

The raindrops hit the stable, gathered into a silver white silk thread and fell, forming a huge rain curtain, hung at the door of the stable, walked out of the stable, took a deep breath of fresh air and exhaled the turbid gas in the body.

"How's Zhuoma?" Lu Ziming hesitated. He felt that he was too close to Zhuoma, which caused a misunderstanding for wendonna. Last night's event may be both a test and a warning, "let's see first".

He walked around the camp and found that he seemed to have nothing to do. On a rainy day, the people in the camp hid in the tent and didn't know what to do. There was no shadow around. Everything stopped.

Unknowingly, I walked to the middle of the camp and suddenly thought, why should I be careful? The more this is, the more people doubt it. It's better to do what you want, go your own way and let others say.

"Do you remember wrong again?" standing beside a pile of charred ruins, he felt as if he were sleepwalking. Everything became unreal. Yesterday's tent disappeared, leaving only a pile of ruins. Last night was like this, and now it is like this. Is it because I remember wrong? I won't go to hell.

He grabbed a water boy, pointed to the ruins and said, "there was a tent here yesterday. Why did it disappear?"

The child blinked at the people in front of him, as if he were observing the legendary aliens. He croaked a lot of words he didn't understand and made exaggerated gestures, as if he was in a hurry to tell him something. Obviously, these were in vain.

"Whatever, ask someone?"

The poorer the more generous, the richer the more stingy, in fact, this sentence is not all wrong. Only when you have money are you afraid of others to steal. Thieves who have no tiles at home are unwilling to come. Lu Ziming put his head into a tent and immediately attracted a burst of chickens and dogs to jump over the wall. For fear that the male owner of the thief would scream whether it was his wife or not, he grabbed a knife and rushed out to fight with Lu Ziming.

"Stop! I'm a passer-by." in order to show his innocence, he raised his hand and surrendered to the host.

"You are Han!"

Shit! Why does every Mongolian say this when he sees himself? Doesn't it mean that fifty-six nationalities are one family? Why don't you feel at home?

In order to show respect for the host and transfer his reckless behavior, he shook hands with the male host and said, "yes, I just want to ask how the tent next to you turned into ruins. I came here yesterday and whether I moved again".

He knows that herdsmen like to move around, but this speed is still a little fast, which is difficult to accept for a while.

"You mean the family that just moved in yesterday, hi!" the host said strangely, "I was struck by thunder!"

Thunderstruck! The male host's thinking jump is too strong. He obviously didn't keep up, "what was struck by thunder!"

"Do evil! I don't know if it has made changshengtian angry. Isn't it good to stay in the back camp? It's not good. I was struck by thunder..."

What a mess. Only a few people in the world are struck by thunder a year. How can there be such a coincidence? "Uncle, what's going on? Where is their family now?"

The male host was obviously very excited. It was difficult to know whether he was afraid or excited. After talking for a long time, Lu Ziming came to understand. The male host didn't know the specific things. He spread false rumors. In short, he despised the fact that Zhuoma hen changed into Phoenix. He thought fart people should have the consciousness of fart people and should not be crowded into the upper class society. Is there no accident?

Although I didn't know what the man was thinking, it was clear that the Zhuoma family was in trouble, and wendonna took the Zhuoma family away.

Next, Lu Ziming found himself in an awkward situation. He managed to cultivate a Zhuoma. In the twinkling of an eye, he didn't know life or death. What's more, the relationship between herself and wendonna is still tangled. The more he didn't want to have anything to do with wendonna, the more things came to the door, what should he do?

Find Zhuoma? I'm sure I'll meet wendonna and them. It's too late to hide. Isn't it delivered to the door by myself?

Lu Ziming clenched his teeth: "anyway, go and see Zhuoma first. Anyway, they are anda and can't be ruthless.".

Wendona's residence is not difficult to find. Not far from Taiji tent, there are four tents connected together. There are not many such tents in the camp.

Lu Ziming found that his appearance seemed to be expected by them. He didn't even ask. He was directly taken into a small tent. There were two people in it, one was Zhuoma's mother and the other was Zhuoma who was still in a coma.

Looking at Zhuoma, who was a little black on the ground, he asked a question that was not a problem: "how is he now?".

"Won't you see it yourself?"

I'm not a doctor, can you see? It seems that he hasn't died yet. Don't think about it. If he died, he wouldn't put it here. Touch Zhuoma's forehead. It's a little hot and breathing, but it's very weak. There's a heartbeat and pulse. At least some vital features are still there. Lu Ziming can be sure of this.

But what can happen? Now it's completely laissez faire. There's no doctor or potion. I don't even know if I can survive. It's almost like doing human experiments. It's cruel, but there's nothing I can do.

Lu Ziming often saw this situation in Yang Jiaji. It was clear that the wounded's legs could be saved, but no one could help. In the end, a pig butcher sawed the wounded's legs. This is the cruel reality of the end of the world.

"You don't want to say anything?"

"Shit! What can I say at this time? Is she out of her mind?" Lu Ziming looked up at wendonna standing next to her. The woman looked down at herself and wanted to put pressure on herself?

"Don't you have any medicine or doctors? He's an able man. You treat him like this. Don't you herdsmen say you're honest, frank and kind all day? Why don't I see it at all now?" he was not objective at all.