Chapter 338 Taylor

After listening to my words, Taylor remained unmoved and without raising his head, he replied: "It's not that I'm too kind, it's the pastor's duty. I almost snatched the old man back from the God of Creation. I'm exhausted."

"Haha, thank you for your hard work." I laughed and said, "It's just that I was already unconscious at the time, and the injuries were not as severe as you said. I remember you said there were several Broken bones?"

"You bastard, you never listen to the old man's words." Taylor was a little helpless and said: "How many fractures? Is that what I said at the time! I meant... uh, what did I say at the time, Wait a minute, let me think about it."

Two fleshy pimples instantly formed on Taylor's old brow. He thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly said: "Ah, I remembered. What I said at that time was that there are almost no intact bones in the whole body, and most of the internal organs There was internal bleeding too', well, yes, that's what it said."

As he spoke, he raised his head, glanced at me, and said, "I really don't understand, how did you survive being so seriously injured?"

I spread my hands and said, "I don't know either. Maybe the God of Creation is very happy with me."

"Hmph, I think so." He snorted mockingly: "This was the first time I heard that there were level four adventurers who single-handedly challenged the tauren boss and came back alive. This is simply... The most incredible luck in hundreds of years, I can't figure out whether you are brave or just stupid."

I scratched my head and smiled: "Somewhere in between."

The cadre on the chair had slowly woken up. After listening to the conversation between me and Taylor, I saw that his pale face twitched a few times and then said: "I said, cadre"

"Don't, keep calling me, cadre, I have a name." The cadre's voice was very weak, but still clear: "Shan Yong."

"Shan Yong?" I pinched my chin: "It's a good name. It couldn't have been given to you by the second young master, right?"

Shan Yong glared at me with his eyes, then weakly closed them again.

I saw that he didn't like to talk to me anymore, so I continued to answer Taylor: "I said, old man, it's been a long time since I last saw you, and your life seems to be worse than before. You built this house, and it's almost in the garbage dump."

With that said, I stood up and opened the refrigerator door.

"Don't open the refrigerator!" Taylor yelled.

However, it was already too late.

A strong sour smell hit my nose and almost made me choke to tears.

I quickly closed the refrigerator door, ran a few steps away from that place, then gasped for air and coughed violently.

"What the hell, what's going on? What on earth is in your refrigerator!" I immediately became irritable: "Is it durian that has been aged for more than 20 years, or is it stinky tofu that has been stored for more than 30 years? This smell Son, you are so overbearing."

Wiping my eyes hard, I sighed: "It hurts my eyes."

An embarrassed expression appeared on Taylor's face. He laughed a few times and said: "The ice magic stone in the refrigerator has failed. I don't have money to buy a new one, so I just put it there as a decoration. The food in it has long been It’s rotten into disgrace.”

"What's going on?" I frowned and said, "Aren't you a very powerful pastor? How could you have no money? Where are your guests?"

Taylor's old face showed desolation, like a lonely old man looking back at his miserable past.

After a long pause, he shook his head and laughed at himself: "Hey, old man, how many people would like to have the old man treat them?"

I thought for a while and said, "It seems that someone has robbed your business, so I'll kill them."

Taylor sighed: "Forget it, you bastard, I am no longer a young pastor, I have nothing to pursue, I just want to spend my old age peacefully, it's the same for everyone, as long as I don't starve to death. "

"Haha" I couldn't restrain my mood and let out a sarcastic and complicated laugh: "Hahahaha, pursuit? Why don't you pursue it? Spend your old age peacefully? Old man, don't you talk about being strong now? Like a cow, at least it has more energy than a mature dog. If you want to swallow your anger and get by, I don't want to. Not only do I not want to, but my friends won't allow you to swallow your anger!"

My eyes widened, and I instantly remembered those days when Taylor took care of me, those happy days. Suddenly, deep in my chest, the killing intent that I suppressed with all my strength flowed out uncontrollably, flowing out at a very fast speed. Speed ​​emanates from my body and surrounds me.

"ah"

This scream, like a strangled throat, came from Shan Yong. Sitting on the chair, his whole body trembled violently uncontrollably. His face was extremely distorted, as if he had seen an extremely terrifying existence. It took his breath away and he couldn't look away.

His state was similar to the monster he had seen in the dungeon before. It was a kind of extravagant hope for life in the face of a huge threat.

Tyler's brows furrowed again. He put down what he was doing, walked straight up to me, muttered a spell, and then stretched out his hand and patted me on the shoulder.

In an instant, I felt like my whole body was watered by a clear spring, very refreshing. The murderous intention flowing out of my heart was also taken back and hidden deep in my chest. However, in the deepest part, I You can still feel the raging killing intent boiling and growing.

This is the first time I have seen that the killing intent emanating from it can be dispelled so lightly.

I couldn't help but be horrified.

"Tyler, who are you?"

For the first time, I asked Taylor's identity so seriously.

Taylor chuckled and said: "You bastard, I am your old buddy Taylor, an old pastor who is struggling to make ends meet and is down and out."

Hearing what he said, I laughed too.

We have been together for a while, like a grandfather and a grandson. He understands me and I understand him.

As long as it's something he doesn't want to say, even if it means beating him to death, he still won't say a word.

I didn't ask any more questions, but directly extended an olive branch: "Old man, come with me, I will raise you like a grandpa."

Taylor shook his head: "No, I have my own crafts and can make money, and I still rely on you to support me! Besides, I am an old guy, I have no strength to fight, and I can't run fast to retreat. I am just a drag. "

"Don't say that." I looked around the walls and said, "Without you, I would have died on the street a long time ago. That's the way it is settled. You heal his injury and come with me. I'll leave today." .”