Legend of Shi’En - C25

Shang Qian and Uncle Huzha both went downstairs to eat dinner, leaving Shu Xiaoxiao and Shi En alone in the room. There was no need to worry about being alone in this world. Shi En felt that once he consumed the potion, he started to feel sleepy, so he laid on the pillow beside the bed and closed his eyes to meditate. Who knew that this time, it would actually be the morning of the second day. When Shi En woke up, he discovered that his neck was very sore, and he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have been struck unconscious by someone last night.

“Heh, heh, heh!”

Could it be that someone was practicing martial arts downstairs? Shi En who was filled with curiosity propped himself up, opened the window, a gust of cold wind blew in, causing him to shrink his neck. Looking down, he saw a figure boxing in the snow. A small layer of snowflakes had already accumulated on top of her head. Shi En stared at her fist without blinking, and unknowingly, he started to imitate her actions in his mind. He kept having the feeling that this fist technique seemed to be extremely powerful, and that there was a corresponding path to it.

Hm?! Shi En remembered now, back when he was browsing through a small person’s book in the private school, the movements recorded inside were very similar to the moves Shu Xiaoxiao had displayed, except that the small person inside had a weapon.

“No nightmares?” Downstairs, Shu Xiaoxiao withdrew her fist and raised her head to look at Shi En. Her eyes were watery but they carried a faint coldness, as if she wanted to see through everything in the world. “It’s best if you don’t wake up for the rest of your life.”

Shi En pulled back her neck and closed the window, thinking to herself, Why does she have to say these words to him every day, does she really wish for my death that much? Shang Qian had long since come over to check Shi En’s pulse, and the result of the diagnosis had surprised him. Shi En’s pulse was stable and seemed to have recovered from the shock, he was a little surprised at Shi En’s recovery rate.

After eating breakfast, the four of them got into a jeep and continued on their way. While Shang Qian was eating and enjoying the fried potato chips, two purple liquid flowed out from his ears, if not for the fact that Uncle Huzha had discovered it in time, he was afraid that Shang Qian would not have noticed it even after his illness flared up. After consuming the pill, Shang Qian would inevitably scold and scold him. Shi En was so bored that he would start a conversation with Uncle Huzha who was driving.

“Uncle, I’m quite curious. I don’t think you’re very powerful. How did you become the head of a terrifying explosive molecule?”

“Baobao Club (it’s hard to say), Emperor of The Ming Dynasty is also very happy to see more children hanging on the wall than you are (not bad), Baobao has been in the mouth (here) for many years already.”

“Eh, that seems to be the case too. Then why do you bomb the ‘External Devil’ embassy like this every day?”

After the war, we plundered the premises of the hungry families to pay for the war reparations. The corrupt officials and the wealthy and inferior gentry, Ma Mi’er (for unknown reasons), also seized the opportunity to extort the hungry. As for the hungry ones, they can only go to the Mazda (for trouble) to find them. ” Uncle Hu spread out his hands and said, “If you’re hungry and want to eat and live well, who would want to carry an explosive bag around?

“Hmm, that makes sense. Take good care of the steering wheel.” Shi En stretched lazily, lay down on the seat and closed his eyes to rest, casually reminding him, “As the saying goes, safety awareness is the key to getting more busy after getting into a car, it’s better for uncle to focus on driving.”

Actually, a person’s life can be very short. The moment they close their eyes and open them, a day will pass. When he opened his eyes, the light inside the carriage was somewhat blinding. He rubbed his eyes and saw that night had arrived. Shu Xiaoxiao, who was sitting beside him, put down the book in his hand and asked the Uncle Huzha: “Where are we?”

Uncle Huzha looked at the navigation, then let go of the steering wheel and turned his head, “From waist up to Wuhan, young lady your waist feels stuffy, I’m so hungry so I’ll switch on the TV for you.”

As he said that, he called the car’s digital television. The screen lit up, and the scene in front of him was as if he was in a frenzy. A large group of children were like a famine as they rushed to buy things in the supermarket. The camera zoomed in, revealing a young girl in a pink palace dress, her eyes flashing slyly in the sunlight. Shi En knew about this person. She was the female reporter, Duckling, who often appeared on Great Ming Dynasty News Channel. She was standing at the entrance of the gift shop, explaining to the audience on the television.

Only to hear her melodious voice coming from the television, “This is the reporter Duckling reporting to you at the scene. At the back of the counter, the Christmas business is in progress. Aiya.”

The female reporter, who was reporting to the cameras, was hit in the head by a pair of socks falling from the sky. She frowned, a hint of anger rising in her heart, but she held it back and continued, “Everyone, look, this is already such a chaotic scene. Enough is enough, you bunch of stinking brats. You keep on saying it again and again. Shi En and the others in front of the television almost threw down the microphone and dove into the crowd of reporters.

The scene changed. Shi En and the rest who were in front of the television saw the journalist Duckling who was at the gift shop a moment ago standing in front of a wooden house. With the help of the staff, she knocked on the door of the wooden house. When the door was opened, a white-bearded old man with a large belly came out.

“People, we are in the North Pole, and the person in front of me is Santa Claus, the great Christmas star. He will give gifts to the obedient children tonight when they are asleep, so let Santa Claus give them his early greetings to the Great Ming Dynasty audience in front of the TV,” said Duck, the reporter.

“…”

Santa Claus was still silent on the TV. The atmosphere turned cold. He raised his wrist to look at his watch and was shocked. “It’s already so late. Fuck, I’m going to be late for work.” He slammed the door, leaving behind Duck and the rest of the reporters in the falling snow. From across the screen, the audience could all feel the awkwardness.

Shi En no longer had the interest to watch any further. He immediately turned off the television, touched his smooth chin and asked Shang Qian: “White-haired Boy, why do I not understand what this female reporter has to say? What festival is it today?”

“Brother Shi En, tomorrow is Christmas, that old man is Santa Claus.”

“Santa Claus? White-haired Boy, what is Santa? ”

“Santa Claus is a mysterious person who presents gifts to good kids on Christmas Eve. It is said that on the night of December 24th, he would drive home from the chimney in a sleigh pulled by nine reindeer, and secretly put the gifts in the socks on the boy’s bed. ” Shu Xiaoxiao explained as he flipped through the books.

After Shi En heard it, he finally relaxed: “Oh, no wonder there are so many children buying socks on TV, so it’s like this. This mysterious Santa Claus is definitely an expert, to be able to climb the chimney in such a heavy snowstorm with his fat body. If it’s anyone else, they would definitely fall to their deaths, their skills must be really amazing, if there is a chance another time, we must definitely meet him.”

“Hanging up, I want you to use it for me some other day. Look at Fanda (over there).”

Uncle Huzha, who was driving, suddenly said this as he pointed outside the window with his chin. When everyone heard his words, they also looked out the window and discovered that there was a traffic accident on the other side of the road not far away. On the quiet road, two black cars and a sled pulled by an elk were in hot pursuit.

With his sharp eyes, Shi En saw a few robust men in black suits and black glasses get down from the black car. They carried the unconscious person on the ground in two moves. Shi En looked carefully and was shocked, the person who was lifted up was Santa, whom he had just seen on the television.

Santa Claus looked like he weighed at least two hundred pounds. At this moment, he was wearing a red suit and a red hat. After Santa was taken into the car, the black car drove away, leaving only a few elk and scattered gifts behind.

“This, this is?” They are… Abduction of Santa Claus? “