Mingyang's fingers stroked the ring on his finger, and the golden-blue light gathered together and flashed, as if he was full and happy.

The humanized scene passed in the blink of an eye, Mingyang slapped his palms, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and looked directly at the young man with a painful face with a faint smile.

Seeing this, Lan Yueyue shook her little hand, and the vitality that was blocked around the young man's body receded like a tide.

The freezing temperature is slowly rising.

Sensing the faint warmth coming, the young man's brows jumped, and the control of his body returned again, and before he could be happy, there were already bursts of fear in his heart.

He secretly glanced at Lan Yueyue with complicated eyes, then immediately took it back, looked at Mingyang with a smile on his face, took a step forward, and knelt down under Mingyang's stunned gaze.

This scene happened only in an instant, Mingyang looked at the young man kneeling in front of him inexplicably, the smile on his face converged, revealing doubts.

What's going on, and what's the play?

The golden spots of light under his eyes flickered away, Mingyang saw the young man's heart, the ruddy heart beat a little faster, and his eyes were full of truth and helplessness all the time, which was not something that could be achieved by acting!

"Isn't it just confiscating your tens of thousands of spirit stones? Lan Yueyue pursed her lips disdainfully, looking at the young man's demeanor and movements in her eyes, showing disdain in her eyes.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Mingyang asked quite unexpectedly, in his eyes, this young man's luck and talent are extremely high, how can he have a soft-boned character, and a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

The plan in my heart stopped resolutely and slowly burst apart.

The young man had a keen perception, and naturally noticed the second gaze at him, biting his lip, lowering his head, his eyes were red, and real tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

Falling low on the dusty ground, splashing a touch of flying ash, there was a touch of desolation.

A picture flashed in the boy's pupils, his biting lips loosened, his lips squirmed, and a mosquito-like sound came out of his throat.

"Please, don't take my spirit stone......"

The deep words revealed a thick sense of helplessness and unwillingness

Is this begging for mercy? Mingyang glanced at the young man who was kneeling on the ground with a trembling body, and sensed the atmosphere in his words, as if he saw an invisible mountain on his bowed back.

Lan Yueyue blinked her big smart eyes, she was naturally smart and couldn't find the unusual, the disdain in her eyes flashed, the cold vitality under her eyes surged, the mist turned into ice silk and hung on her slender eyelashes, her little hand waved towards the young man, and the ice silk on her eyelashes broke and dissipated.

Removing the fog that blocked her vision, her eyes were clearer and more agile in the night.

The cold wind howled

The young man's kneeling body was lifted, he flipped in the air, his butt fell to the ground, and the whole person sat on the ground.

The two clumps of black ash on the two knees were also scattered.

"Get up and talk, my brother doesn't like to kneel. ”

Lan Yueyue snorted coldly, turned her head, and no longer paid attention to the young man who was knocked to the ground by her.

The stunned young man's eyes turned to Lan Yueyue, I don't know if it was an illusion, it was obviously a cold reprimand, but it made his cold heart swell with a touch of heat, warming his whole body.

Mingyang took a few steps forward, squatting down when he was still three steps away from the boy, and his gaze just met the boy's loose eyes.

"Let's be honest, maybe your 50,000 spirit stones still have hope of coming back. ”

When the young man heard the spirit stone, his body couldn't help but tremble, and his lips were extremely dry.

Mingyang casually tossed him a kettle.

A jade round platform appeared behind him, and Mingyang sat down lazily.

The young man's gaze stayed on Mingyang, even if he was drinking water, and when he saw Mingyang's lazy and peaceful appearance, he was stunned for a moment, and he didn't notice that a lot of water was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

Coincidentally, it just fell on the pants~

It wasn't until I felt the coolness coming from the crotch of my pants that I came back to my senses, and when I saw a wet patch between my legs, I couldn't help but squirt out the water in my mouth.

Scattered into water beads, flashing with fine light, rushing straight to the bright sun.

The corners of Mingyang's eyes twitched, and a chill arose in his heart.

It's just that these water droplets with spittle stars have not touched Mingyang, and they turned into ice beads and fell down when they were still two steps away from Mingyang.

It didn't seem to give up, and it rolled forward before stopping.

"I said, if you pee your pants, you can pee your pants, there's no need to get people wet. ”

Mingyang kneaded his eyebrows and said speechlessly.

Lan Yueyue smiled when she heard this, the little hand that had just cast the spell seemed to sense that something was wrong, covered her little mouth, and her little feet cooperated with her to take a few steps back, Lan Yueyue glanced at Mingyang arrogantly.

There was a resentment in her eyes, she was not a boy, and she couldn't stand this kind of joke.

Mingyang noticed the white of Lan Yueyue's eyes and smiled apologetically.

The young man sitting on the ground didn't have this taste, and his eyes were messy and staring at the black and shiny piece in front of him, which seemed to be exactly the same except for the taste.

Thinking of this, the young man's face was embarrassed and depressed, and a thick flush smeared his cheeks.

I really don't know how to hide this embarrassment.

In this way, the heavy atmosphere has undoubtedly eased a lot. ，

When I raised my head, I just saw Mingyang with a joking face, for some reason, it was obvious that he was being seen as a joke, and he didn't get angry or say it, but he still had the urge to laugh.

And the young man in front of him seems to be quite close~

The vigilance in my heart inevitably decreases greatly.

"My name is Zeng Wen. ”

The last trace of defense in the young man's eyes flashed away, and he spoke slowly.

"I'm an orphan......

"I was raised by a kind old grandfather. There are uncles and aunts who care about him affectionately, and there are partners who grew up with him~" Speaking of this, Zeng Wen's eyes were full of happy memories, but happiness passed away in the blink of an eye, his eyes were condensed, and his expression was heavy:

"The village where we live somehow offended the nearby bandits! That gang of bandits actually demanded that we hand over all the gold, silver, spirit stones and rations, this is to cut off our way!"

"Fortunately, the bandits gave us three days, and none of the villagers agreed, so they secretly transferred all the children and materials from the village. ”

"I was also coaxed by the old grandfather to leave with the transferred children~" Zeng Wen recalled that night, it was raining, and the old man took his hand and sent him into the camp of all the children in the village, and said to him kindly: "Xiaowen, rest assured to hide over there, and come to pick you up when grandpa is done~"

Even after many years, Zeng Wen can't forget the back and the promise in his heart.

"If I'm not mistaken, all of your people in the village are dead, except for the children who were transferred. ”

Mingyang said lightly, and couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Zeng Wen's experience.

"Yes, I waited for a long time to no avail, I sneaked back ......" Saying this, Zeng Wen closed his eyes, his body trembled, and the sound of sobbing resounded throughout the alley.

Full of sorrow

"All dead, uncles and aunts in the village, they're all dead......"

A picture played back in Zeng Wen's eyes again, under the dark night, a village completely stained red by blood was so eye-catching, a teenager in size walked like a walking corpse in the bloody field, the sticky scarlet stained his shoes and his feet.

At last he knelt in front of a thatched house, which lasted all night, and the next day the sun shone on his delicate body, and his body trembled slightly, and he kowtowed three times to the hut.

In the end, he left the bloody village with heavy steps and three stops, a fire was stirring up, and the first to be burned was the one where the young man kowtowed and bowed, when the flames swallowed the top of the hut, it was empty, no blood and no corpses~