Chapter 1834 Xue Wanjun, who has never touched a bamboo card with a lifelong ambition
Xue Wanjun couldn't help but subconsciously shrugged his nose, well...it felt like the scent was getting closer and closer.
It seemed to be the smell of roasted mutton. Xue Wanjun could feel it. He could feel the saliva in his mouth being secreted rapidly.
No, I am a person who has a death wish. How can a mere foreign object disturb my desire to die?
Xue Wanjun swallowed Xingzi and continued to close his eyes tightly.
At this time, I heard someone whispering in a low voice.
"The Duke of Lu is dying there. Wouldn't it be bad for us to blatantly eat and drink like this?"
"That's right, we have to be morally responsible, but since we are imprisoned here, we can't eat our food outside the prison."
"What should we do? Will it make Duke Lu unhappy?"
"I have an idea. How about blocking Duke Lu's nose with something?
In this way, he can't smell the aroma of the food, and we don't have to feel too guilty."
"No, no, no, Uncle Xue's health is already very bad. Aren't you afraid of suffocating people to death?"
"That's right, forget it, when it's time to eat and drink, let's just stay away from each other. Put down that pork knuckle, that's mine..."
"..." In Xue Wanjun's ears, he frequently heard the comments of those bastard boys on various delicacies.
That's fine, but the fragrance of Te Niang's delicacies is like having wings, and it keeps flying into my nose.
Xue Wanjun felt that his saliva secretion was getting stronger and stronger, and he couldn't even fall into that heart-wrenching mood again.
At this time, Xue Wanjun heard the loud sound of chewing food, and then he smelled...it smelled like braised pork.
The important thing is that this sound keeps recurring in my ears, and the fragrance is so strong that it feels like I can bite it just by opening my mouth.
Xue Wanjun gritted his teeth, his eyes widened again, and Qin Huaidao, who was chewing big braised pig bones and observing the condition of the salt water bottle, was so frightened that the bones dropped directly on the couch.
"..." Xue Wanjun stared blankly at the piece of fleshy bone that fell less than three inches away from his face.
I couldn't help but swallowed subconsciously. I always felt that Qin Huaidao was not a good guy. He must have deliberately chewed the bones in front of me.
Xue Wanche raised his eyes and glared at Qin Huaidao fiercely again.
"Brother Chu Bi, brother Wei De, come quickly, Uncle Xue is staring at me, his eyes are so scary."
The next moment, Chai Lingwu was holding a bowl, Li Qi was holding a wine pot, Li Zhen was eating mutton skewers, Cheng Sanlang was holding a pork knuckle, and Li Ke was holding a piece of braised pork on his chopsticks.
Suddenly he came into Xue Wanjun's sight.
"Wow... Such a scary look. He is indeed a famous general of the Tang Dynasty."
"Yes, yes...Brother Huai Dao, how on earth did you offend Uncle Xue and make him become so murderous."
"That's right, brother Xian, why don't you pick up your bones quickly? They almost fell into Uncle Xue's face. No wonder he glared at you."
"..."
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Finally, a group of young people all exited the cell. Xue Wanjun leaned there helplessly, staring blankly at the roof of the cell.
Before, when I was alone in the prison, it was so peaceful and easy for people to fall into a despairing mood.
But now, after these bastards appeared, Xue Wanjun felt that his thinking had been completely disrupted.
If his body hadn't allowed him to move and he couldn't move, Xue Wanjun would have jumped up and rushed over to give this junior a beating.
To vent the hatred in my heart.
Mrs. Taite is so disgusting, especially Cheng Sanlang, whose words are particularly heartbreaking.
By the way, that guy actually collected his own rat shit, bah... his eye shit the size of rice grains. Is this a plan that will make me die without peace?
Finally, the group of young people finished their meal and the aroma of the food gradually disappeared.
The energetic sound of playing cards sounded again. You guys are just playing cards. Can you be quieter?
One two, flip the cards and listen, when a pair of three comes out, it sounds like a pair of bombs have been dropped.
Being disturbed by these bastard young people, Xue Wanjun could no longer concentrate on the problem and could only lie on the couch silently with a dark face.
Regardless of whether he is willing or not, Xue Wanjun has never touched a bamboo card with a death wish.
Under the repeated influence of these bastards, I actually understood the general rules of Landlords just by listening with my ears.
For example, you can have three with one, but you can't have three with two. There are four identical cards that are bombs, but four identical cards plus two single cards or pairs.
It cannot function as a bomb, it cannot double...
"Three Belts and One!...Brother Chu Bi, if we do this, will it really be effective?"
After Li Zhen yelled out his cards, he lowered his voice and communicated in a low voice.
"I can't afford it... don't worry, it will definitely work. Uncle Xue was just angry for a moment and fell into a low mood."
"Unfortunately, Uncle Xue is not a good leader, so his mood is getting worse and worse."
"Pass……"
"One to five... Okay, brother Chu Bi, it's up to you to make the decision. Uncle Xue will look for trouble for us later..."
"One against ten... We are all the heroes who saved his life. Why, do something to his savior, and he is an elder. He really doesn't have to worry about being notorious."
"One to two, what Brother Chu Bi said makes sense, not everyone has Lao Cheng... Hmm, who else wants it?"
On this day, for Xue Wanjun, who was determined to die, it was simply more painful than waiting to die.
At dusk, Xue Wanjun heard footsteps coming to the bedside again, and couldn't help but open his eyes.
Then I saw Cheng Sanlang holding a pipe that was about the thickness of a finger. He was looking at himself and the pipe at the same time. I didn't know what he was gesticulating.
This made Xue Wanjun, who had finally gained the strength to speak through rehydration, couldn't help but say feebly.
"Cheng Sanlang, what do you want to do again?"
"Oh, my nephew, there is nothing I can do about it. You are not willing to open your mouth to eat, nor are you willing to drink."
"So, I decided to use nasogastric tube feeding to help Uncle Xue eat."
"You see, this tube will go in through your nostril, then pass through your throat and go directly down into your stomach.
Then I don’t care whether I’m filling it with water or food, it can go directly into your stomach without going through your mouth to maintain your nutritional consumption.”
"..." Looking at the leather tube that seemed to be thicker than his nostrils, Xue Wanjun's eyelids twitched wildly.
He let out a long sigh with helplessness on his face. "Cheng Sanlang, even if I beg you, can you please let me die in peace?"
"Second Uncle Xue, it's not that my nephew doesn't agree with you, it's because I have already promised Uncle Xue that I must cure you."
"How about we discuss it, you get better first, and when my nephew and I complete Uncle Xue's instructions, it won't be too late for you to die later."