Returning from the 900th floor

Chapter 130: Be independent

The home of the person in charge of the airship is a small courtyard with good walls, neatly built with hard stones and tall.

The entrance garden is also decorated with potted green plants to make it look presentable.

The house inside is very ordinary. It can be a small villa with a unique style, but it has been built into a slum.

The bedroom door doesn't close either.

As soon as Wang Wen walked into the yard, he saw the female magician in the bedroom with a "big" figure tied to the bed with a dull expression. The person in charge of the airship was sitting on the bedside and carefully feeding her some unknown liquid food.

Wang Min's eyes twitched, knowing that the person in charge of the airship was dead.

I just don't know if I can let him die a little more happily.

Several people strode into the bedroom, first took the liquid food away from the person in charge and put it on the table, and then untied the ropes little by little.

When the person in charge of the airship saw Wang Wen, he wiped his hands and stood up, explaining calmly: "She won't eat and is always clamoring to commit suicide. I had to tie her up temporarily."

Wang Wei untied all the ropes, sighed, and said to the person in charge: "If she wants to commit suicide, just let her go. Why stop her? You don't really want to marry her, do you? You know who she is." ?"

"Ah?" The person in charge of the airship opened his mouth blankly: "Who is it?"

Wang Wen shook his head and said, "She is someone who will die without a burial place if you touch her."

The person in charge of the airship was dumbfounded and stayed where he was, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wang Wen ignored him.

He turned to look at the expressionless female magician.

She was already wearing her clothes. I don't know who helped her, so she was quite neatly dressed.

This phenomenon is not bad.

At least it saves a lot of trouble.

Wang Wen asked her: "Do you remember? I warned you before entering the mine that it was very dangerous. If you didn't listen, you can't blame others, right? Even if your father is here, he can't be unreasonable, right?"

Upon hearing the word father, the female magician who had been unresponsive suddenly moved her eyes.

She raised her face and looked at Wang Wen, with tears flowing from the corners of her eyes, and she said, "Let me die."

Wang Wen thought for a while.

He slapped her face with all his strength.

Then he rubbed his hands and reasoned with her: "As for that? Isn't it just some dirty things? I'm also covered in dirt. If I take a shower, nothing will happen. Are you so desperate for life?"

The slap just now made the female magician's hair messy and she fell to the bed.

It also startled the person in charge of the airship standing next to the bed.

Seeing the female magician's obviously red and swollen cheeks, he felt extremely distressed. He rubbed his hands and wanted to step forward, but he didn't dare for fear of causing trouble.

The female magician lay on the bed and cried.

Her voice was blurred and choked: "You just have dirty clothes, I drank a lot!"

Wang Wen was stunned when he heard this.

I pictured that scene in my mind.

Suppose you switch places with her.

"Ugh"

Wang Wen couldn't help but retched, and suddenly felt that if it were him, he would want to die.

"I kind of understand how you feel." He covered his mouth feeling disgusted, softened his tone and said to the female magician: "Miss Dilu, right?"

"That's right. I can understand what you said and why you want to die." Wang Wei reached out to help the female magician and said slowly: "I don't think there is a problem. It's a good idea that you want to die. I don't think so." be opposed to."

The female magician looked at him with tearful eyes, looking relieved.

Wang Wen nodded seriously at her and changed the subject: "But I think that if I want to die, I should die independently and not involve others. Do you think that's right?"

The female magician's cheeks were red and swollen and she asked, "Who did I implicate?"

"If you die in front of the mine, you will implicate me." Wang Wei waved her hand to the person in charge of the airship, with a sacred and righteous expression: "If you die here, you will implicate him."

"Hahaha." The female magician laughed miserably in a low voice: "I am such a sinner. Even if I die, I will harm others."

"Of course!" Seeing that it seemed to be working, Wang Wei became more righteous: "I don't care, but he is an innocent ordinary person. If your father knew that you died in his house, he would be torn apart. One hundred and eight yuan, do you think this was caused by you?"

When the person in charge of the airship heard this, his legs softened in fright and he sat down on the ground.

Full of confusion, she asked: "Why do you want to tear me into one hundred and eight pieces? Who is her father? He is so cruel?"

Wang Wen just wanted to speak.

The female magician grabbed his hand, her nails almost digging into her flesh, she lowered her head and shook her long hair desperately, and whispered: "No, don't say it."

Wang Wen closed his mouth knowingly.

Waited for a while.

The female magician asked with some pain: "Then what do you think I should do?"

Wang Min knew what she meant by what to do.

He said euphemistically: "If you really want to die, then die far away. Find a place where no one is around to die. Then you won't hurt others. Of course, it would be better if you could die in a worthwhile way, such as dying on the battlefield or something like that." , it would be cool to bury an enemy with him before he dies."

The female magician understood, nodded, slowly got up and got out of bed, staggered to the person in charge of the airship and bent down to say thank you and apologize, and then slowly walked out of the small courtyard step by step and disappeared.

The person in charge of the airship who was sitting on the ground watched her walk out of the yard and left, muttering to himself in a daze: "My dear wife is gone."

Wang Min couldn't stand it anymore and educated him: "You are the person in charge of the airship, why are you worried about not being able to find a wife?"

The person in charge of the airship shook his head with a face full of pain: "Everyone is on the front line. There are no people in the rear taking the airship. The business is almost closed."

"Are you afraid of losing business even if you have an airship?" Wang Min was extremely puzzled: "With so many people on the front line, even if you send supplies or transport wounded people, you won't have to close the shop, right?"

The person in charge of the airship looked up strangely this time and asked: "Help the front line is what you should do, what does it have to do with business?"

"ha?"

Wang Wen's voice paused.

This natural rhetorical question stopped him.

The people here once again proved to him the weight of the word "frontline".

The concept of voluntary support for the front line has almost become a subconscious thing engraved in the bones.

Except for magicians.

Even if ordinary people are afraid of death and dare not go, they will try their best to help and respect the warriors who are willing to go to the front line.

Wang Min suddenly found that he seemed to have some respect for these ordinary people huddled behind.

Compared with the smart magicians who are obviously capable but unwilling to go to the front line, even if there is a bounty, these silly ordinary people seem to be cuter.

He suddenly became a little yearning for the front line that had been recurring in his ears.

Believe in that place.

There must be more stupid people risking their lives to die.

Regardless of how much the bounty is, how big the reward is.

Wang Wei was a little moved. She pulled the person in charge of the airship, patted the other party's clothes, and asked curiously: "Didn't you say that there was a dinner for the wedding today? Is the bride still here without the dinner? When will the dinner be served?"