They were gone, towards the world outside.

And this time, they swaggered out in the midst of a heavy covert siege.

The cultivators hidden in the shadows took in all of this motionlessly, including Yue Lun.

After some careful and urgent planning, their gang still chose such a clearly underconfident approach.

said that it was a siege, but in fact, he still wanted to wait for the other party to take the lead and then follow closely behind and launch the so-called meeting move.

In fact, it's cowardice, and there is a fluke mentality, which is infinitely close to dying and still praying that the situation will not deteriorate.

The above is what Yue Lun thinks in his heart.

Of course, he had the idea of trying to change everyone at the beginning, but he was just one person, and of course he couldn't shake the hearts of thousands of people.

In the end, he had to hide secretly here with everyone.

Until he saw the two of them pacing slowly from the inn, and even taking great strides, sometimes one after the other, sometimes holding hands and jumping together, and making a sweet face......

His mood was simply complicated and struggling, and he couldn't wait to rush up with his teeth and claws, pointing directly at the opponent's neck.

Especially the tomb that has the same technique as him.

He can't wait to know who is the strongest, the other party or himself.

But unfortunately, until the two of them disappeared from everyone's view in broad daylight, he was not able to make the other two slow down in the slightest.

Not to mention make it stop there.

Suddenly, a seed was planted in his heart unconsciously.

"One day, I will let the world know who is the strongest!

Instead of staying in this small place, I was surprised and surprised by the little strength that these mortals showed me!

Grave!"

Yue Lun thought like this, he bared his teeth, and his face looked a little hideous.

In the surrounding field, a young man is harvesting wheat in the field.

There is no snow here, and it is said that it does not snow at all.

In winter, the sky here will only be gloomy every day, and the cold wind that kills people will continue to blow and blow.

At night, it's even more distressing.

Anyone who comes here will definitely feel that the temperature in the snow is much more comfortable than this.

There are no cities around, but there are a few villages, and if you insist on putting them together, you can still have a little bit of a small town.

There is no such thing as a law enforcement hall, a so-called institution that exists for the sake of justice.

There is no such thing as a family register.

The so-called road to simplicity, or is it back to basics?

It is roughly divided into four tribes, and since almost all the people are mortals, it is natural that the small village with a few monks has become the little overlord and the earth emperor in this area.

A group of them are here to be powerful, and their lives are happy and nourishing.

Among them, the family that owned several monks in a company even initiated a so-called reform, and renamed the village to Xijia Village.

Compared with the former, the second tribe is much more low-key, where it still adheres to all the systems of the ancestors, and has not changed, and is called Kang'an Village.

There is one, and the only one in the entire region, within a radius of more than ten miles.

The Xi family, which changed the system and replaced the village name with a family name, several monks from that family were all under the influence of this drummer.

The drummer was an old man who had a granddaughter in the prime of his youth.

The son and daughter-in-law all died in accidents, and the person died very early.

There is not a single monk in the family, or even in the village, and the family background is also ordinary.

But relying on his prestige as the only pulsing drummer here, his family life has always been peaceful.

Except for the accident of his son and daughter-in-law, he has hardly experienced any storms.

He himself is somewhat prestigious, and Kang'an Village lives peacefully because of his sitting.

It does not mean that there is peace in the village, but that other villages do not dare to think too much about Kang'an Village.

The reason why I say this is because compared to Kang'an Village and Xijia Village, the life of the other two villages is not so good.

In addition to the former, the first village of the latter, or rather a village, should be said to be just a small territory, called Yue'erpo.

As a village with a similar area and population similar to the previous two, but without any strong existence, it has naturally become the main target of suppression and demonstration in Xijia Village.

Anyone who comes up with a new squeezing idea, or notices that the other two villages have gone too far lately, needs to show their majesty.

Even just want to vent and play a live person.

Then, no matter what the change is, it will definitely be applied to the Yue'er slope first.

Moreover, the pressure on Yue'erpo will never change from beginning to end, which is a kind of suffering that far exceeds that of other villages.

I don't know if it's because of the long-term oppression, until now, the people here have completely stopped resisting.

They can't do a flattering face to try to curry favor with the Xi family, and strive to become their own people.

There is not the slightest courage and momentum to resist the tyranny of the Xi family.

It's just that his eyes are hollow, his face is numb, and he stays motionless in one place, waiting for the Xi family to exert pressure again and again.

As for the last tribe, it is a weak existence that is far inferior to the first three in terms of overall area and population, and people collectively call it Banban Mountain.

In addition, it also has a star difference from Yueerpo.

That is, the people there are constantly changing roles, no matter which of the first three they are facing, they will surprisingly unify their flattering faces, and keep saying good words.

Even in the face of pressure from the Xi family, they will be concerned about whether the pressure on them will make the other party too tired.

At the beginning, the Xi family also felt that the group of people in Banbanshan were deliberately contrived, even disgusting.

So for a while, Banbanshan was exerted a huge pressure by the Xi family.

In a short period of time, many people in Banban Mountain were starved to death, and during this period, there were many tragic stories of madness.

But just like that, the people there can still take the initiative to bow their heads to the Xi family and ask for warmth.

After that, while the Xi family was taken aback, they immediately took the initiative to carry out various rescues for Banbanshan.

This saved the pitiful population of Banbanshan.

It was only after that that the treatment of Itayama gradually improved.

Because they have proved with their lives that they are not talking to people, and talking nonsense to hell.

But when you see people, you are people, and when you see ghosts, you are ghosts.

In this way, the Xi family thought - although the other party is somewhat disgusting, but since they are really so loyal, they are loyal......

Then raise them, maybe when you can use such a group of loyal dogs.

This is the general layout of this area.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this, because Kang'an Village and Banbanshan cannot be subjected to too much pressure, so Yue'erpo will become a punching bag-like existence, suffering all kinds of slaughter that does not see blood, but is far better than real blood splashing.

And this young man who worked hard alone in the ridge was a resident of Yue'erpo.

Or rather, refugees.

Because he is not a native here, but has only recently been exiled here.

He fainted in the Yue'er slope and was rescued.

According to his own words, when he woke up, he forgot many things from before, including his own name.

Therefore, people call him a foreigner, and only a few old people or children will jokingly call him a foreigner.

After that, he did not leave the village, but said that he did not understand where he was going, and said that he could participate in farm work or other labor here like other local men.

In exchange for the right to stay here.

People agreed, not only because his request was not excessive, but also because he not only worked hard, but also ate surprisingly small portions.

How could people bear to refuse such a living machine that was almost free and could provide a lot of help to many people and solve a lot of troubles.

At this moment, he was wrapped in a brown half-sleeved coarse cloth, stepping barefoot on the ground, wielding a sickle in one hand and grasping each handful of wheat in the other.

After that, they are put into a basket on their backs.

His lower body was covered with a little mud, and the short hair on his head, including his face, was the embarrassment of a farmer.

After a long while, he straightened up, raised his head, and looked into the air.

Feeling that it was not early and that it was about to get dark, he smiled and shook his head.

His smile was bright, a kind of sunlight that could be seen even on his earthy face.

After putting the last handful of wheat in his hand and the sickle into the basket, he saw him go to the ridge beside him.

After putting on the straw woven from the hay that had been laid out there, I walked back step by step along the ridge in the direction of my memory, home.

Along the way, a long mud footprint was left from dense to thin.

By the time he approached his home, it was completely dark.

The coldness and arrogance of the cold wind increased a lot, and the dark clouds in the sky became black and oppressive as the sky became oppressive, revealing some terrifying aura.

Just approaching his house, he heard the cries of his neighbors from time to time, and the voices of men who could be heard clearly and clearly.

The voice sounded intense, almost scolding, and was in some kind of unrecognizable vernacular.

When the young man heard these voices, he subconsciously looked in the direction from which the sound came from, and looked at the house.

In front of the house, his gaze swept to a girl next door who was wiping tears from her face with her sleeve, trying not to cry herself.

He knew her, but everyone used nicknames to call each other on weekdays, just as he called her Xiaomei, and she called him Brother Fang.

This square word comes from the person who saved him, and it is also the surname of the owner of the family of the person who now took him in.

"What's wrong? ”

The young man walked towards the other party, and at the same time, asked in such a voice.

Seeing him coming, the sadness on the girl's face was still undiminished, and even when she saw her slightly emotional, she replied in the local dialect: "Grandma almost committed suicide!"

"Huh?"

Hearing this, the young man was immediately frightened and let out such a sound, and his voice was full of surprise and surprise.

Immediately afterwards, he hurriedly unloaded the basket on his back, placed it on the ground at will, and then hurriedly trotted in towards the house.

As soon as he entered, the sight in front of him really scared him.