The lamp oil ran out, and the black-clothed boy Wang Hu's injury recovered a little slowly.

Before, he used all his strength to defeat under the hands of Monk Shi, and then he was injured by the barbarians just out of the city, if he didn't run fast, he dared to escape before the gate of Cloud City was closed, and he was afraid that his life would not be guaranteed at this moment.

The five-colored spark has been repaired for a long time, and the external injuries are finally healed, but the true yuan in the body is almost exhausted, but fortunately, private fights are not allowed in Cloud City, so although he is not very likable, no one has fallen into the well and come to him for trouble.

Zhen Yuan shook away the blood stains on his body, and the black-clothed young man slowly opened his eyes, but he still maintained a posture of sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The stone slab on the ground was soaked with white mist from the cloud formation part, and the closer to the place of this white mist, the faster True Yuan and his injuries recovered.

He didn't have to be so careful in his calculations, but the oil in the golden lamp was exhausted, and the situation outside the city was imminent, he Wang Hu was not very likable among the people in the north, and he could almost be regarded as a state of being shouted and beaten by the rats crossing the street, but he had to be hunted down by the barbarians because of the identity of this person in the north, which made him feel a little ironic when he thought about it.

"Little sister. ”

Wang Hu clenched his fists.

He didn't complain, he didn't even look up to see the final above the compass.

The road was chosen by himself, and from the time he began to choose to kill those innocent people as lamp oil, he was ready for everyone to shout and beat and even die at the hands of others.

At the moment, it's just that no one cares, and the teenager has long been used to it.

Since he lost, the game had nothing to do with him, but fortunately, the total amount of thirty percent of Qi luck that had been left before was still objective, which made his true yuan recovery speed much faster than usual.

Now there is only one thing he needs to do, recover, recover as soon as possible.

The barbarian army temporarily stopped attacking Cloud City at this time because of the words of High Priest Yue Yun, but once the game was over, and those barbarian geniuses were taken out of the city by the Venerable who was at the peak of the string movement tens of thousands of miles away, there was a high probability that the barbarians would continue to attack the city.

When the time comes, if the two sides want to survive, they must at least recover a certain strength, at least be able to fish in troubled waters in the war.

With the golden lamp to absorb blood and souls, it was relatively easy for him to do this on the battlefield, the only question was how to survive the first wave of barbarian attacks if the city was broken.

Those geniuses from the major sects of the thirteen kingdoms in the southern region in the inner city are accustomed to the life of pampered and quiet mountain people, and most of the cruelty of war stays in those vague concepts in their hearts, although there is a sense of urgency for the army to press the realm, most of the people's attention still falls on the compass in the game.

And he is different, when he was a mortal boy, he had participated in more than one war near the Imperial South City of the Great Jin Dynasty, although it was only a mortal-level battle, once the number of people was tens of thousands, the degree of bloodiness was no less than a local natural disaster.

whereas

Among the millions of troops brought over by the barbarians, ninety percent of the barbarian warriors were only the lowest level of the Casting Spirit Realm, but the vast sea of troops outside Cloud City stood there and asked him to kill, but he was afraid that he would not be able to kill cleanly if he was soft.

Being eliminated in the big competition, the boy thought about it, but it was a little surprising that he was eliminated without entering the finals, but since there was no way to get the reward of Cloud City, the boy didn't think much about it, but continued to recover from his injuries, while secretly thinking about how to survive later.

Scenes from many years ago come to mind.

At that time, he still had a home.

In a small hill on the north side of the city, there are more than a dozen families, and there are many birds and animals on the mountain, and the men of every family depend on hunting for a living.

Because of the settlement in the mountains and forests, there is no land, and the number of people is too small, and it has not even been recorded by the government for 100 years, so there is no need to pay those miscellaneous taxes, and the life is peaceful and peaceful.

The beasts hunted by the hunters always had to go to the nearby market town to exchange some rice, grain, and salt, so it was not that no one knew that there were more than a dozen families living in the nearby mountains, and it was probably the generals who sat in the southern city of Yunan who didn't look down on their little profits.

It's just that there was a big battle with the Southern Tang Dynasty one year, too many soldiers in the army died, and the number of people who were transferred from the dynasty side was too small, and the bigwigs in the city had to find a way to solve the imminent problem of the source of troopsIf you don't want to be a soldier, you can make up the tax first!

They are all ordinary people, and they say that they have paid taxes for more than 100 years, and if they add up to five years, they will be bankrupt and unable to pay them.

So, the father who would always patiently teach himself to build a bow and shoot arrows to make traps never came back.

The burden of life is all on the mother who is not in good health.

Even if his father will be hungry every once in a while after he leaves, the young Wang Hu and the innocent sister are still very happy every day.

Until one day, the family suddenly had more food, and the person who took his father from here, the little leader in charge of recruiting soldiers in the village, ran home more often.

Every time he came, he would bring a fragrant roast chicken and a hot meat bun.

The man made two swings side by side on the big locust tree in the yard, and every time he came, his mother would tell Wang Hu to take his sister to eat and play on the swing with roast chicken and buns, and the man they needed to call uncle would chat with his mother in the house.

Mother told them

Adults are not allowed to speak, but children are not allowed to listen.

He didn't understand anything then, and when he did, his mother had been gone for many years.

Wang Hu likes to eat roast chicken and meat buns, but he doesn't like the 'uncle' who always smiles at him.

There is no reason.

The mother's belly grew bigger day by day, but the man came less and less, and again, after nearly thirty years, the man came, not with roast chicken, but with only steamed buns.

That time, the uncle didn't smile at him and had a fight with his mother.

Wang Hu and his sister were swinging in the yard, and they didn't hear too clearly, only vaguely heard their mother say: 'They are not wild seeds, I won't go with you'.

When the uncle came for the last time, he brought two roast chickens and two paper buns.

Wang Hu and his sister ate very happily, and that day, the swing was extraordinarily high.

The boy sitting on the swing on the left stretched out his right hand, and the younger sister sitting on the swing on the right stretched out his left hand.

The ignorant young man Wang Hu finally grabbed his sister's hand, but because of the staggered force, he tore his sister off his swing.

My sister's head hit the stone, bleeding profusely, and she fell unconscious on the spot.

Hearing the sound, the mother, who hurried out, walked down the three or two stone steps in front of the door, and fell to the ground, with a lot of blood coming out of her pants.

The man who was usually gentle and abnormal, always with a smiling face came out of the house, and when he saw his dying mother, he stepped on her a few feet, spat on her, and snatched away the roast chicken in Wang Hu's hand that he had not had time to eat.

(End of chapter)