A bloody palm passed through his body, grabbing the three translucent star poles in Feng Zhishui's body.

Blood gushed out of the middle-aged man's mouth, and it was clear that no one was holding his throat, but he could no longer speak, only the strange sound of 'cough' and 'cough' came out of his mouth.

The look in Tu Nan's eyes was sluggish, and the mutated flesh buds on his body and the meat wings behind him slowly contracted and faded.

Looking at the past, the corners of Tu Nan's mouth showed a smile of relief.

At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, it was divided into four, and the newly born Southern Tang Dynasty was embattled on all sides, and the war continued.

The men who went out to fight, and the women who supported the family with their slender bodies, died a lot.

Countless people have been orphaned.

Tu Nan's luck is good, his father is a cripple and doesn't have to be a soldier, and his mother is also there, which is a rare child in the town with both parents.

Until that day, he had felt that way.

In war, many people always have to die. The Southern Tang Dynasty fought on the fourth front, and over the years, I don't know how many children became orphans.

That year, there was a great flood in many places in the south, more than a dozen counties did not harvest, and many people starved to death at once.

The rice and grain distributed by the imperial court for disaster relief were simply not enough, and there were countless yuan liquids, gold and silver, but there was no way to exchange them for food because the four borders were blocked.

The newly appointed lord of the country has a discerning eye, and most of the disaster relief officials sent down to the department are capable officials, and whether there is corruption or not is there for the time being, there are undoubtedly several waves of food, and things like soup soup have indeed been done several times.

It's just that the frequency is too low, the number is too small, and it's a drop in the bucket.

Although Tu Nan's family has a harder life on weekdays, it is better to have a reunion, and it is always a happy and happy thing.

However, in this year of famine, if there is no one in the family who has military status, it is impossible to afford more than twice the taxes of other families as in previous years.

This home, after all, still can't be maintained.

The Emperor was merciful and did not turn a blind eye to the suffering of the people.

Since the winter of the first year of the famine, five waves of 7,000 spirit boats have set off from the disaster-free north, passing through the prefecture and passing through the prefectures, and reaching the counties, villages and towns in the south. Wherever they passed, all orphans were unconditionally accommodated in the flying boat. If someone feels that he is unable to support his children, he can also tell the current situation and tell the steward on the flying boat, and if what he says is true, most of them will accept it.

There are four brothers and sisters in the family, Tu Nan is neither the oldest nor the smallest, he doesn't understand why the one who was sent out was himself.

That day, the brothers and sisters all had lunch, but he didn't, obviously he only had one meal a day at noon.

Xiao Tu Nan asked his mother why she didn't have her own food, and her mother said, "I'll take you to a place later, where there are many, many delicious foods."

His mother didn't lie to him, there were many, many delicious foods on the flying boat, including rice, porridge, and meat.

It's just that she didn't tell him, and since then, he has no home and no father.

On the way north of the flying boat, there were people who regularly checked the physical condition of the children, and when they anchored outside the capital city, they had already been divided into three, six, nine and other categories, and the thousands of people with the best talent were directly led into the city by an old man with a thin voice and a proud expression, saying that he was going to take them directly to the palace.

The talent is slightly secondary, and there are so many thousands, thirty or fifty, seventy or eighty waves, and they have also been led by dozens of Mr. Huafu who came out of the majestic giant city.

Tu Nan and the rest of the children then returned to the flying boat and continued north.

Since then, no meat has been served in the spirit boat.

The flying boat traveled through many counties and went straight to the northern frontier, and at that time, all those who had some talent had been adopted, but Tu Nan was still not among them.

It was the second and last time in his life that he asked someone why.

Obviously, he has superior talent, but there are many people who enter the palace who are not as good as himself.

The answer given by the steward of the flying boat was simple.

Bad luck.

Seventy or eighty fortune tellers met in the rest of his life, and the words of his criticism were nothing more than 16 words: boiling turmoil, crossing the river in a lonely boat, hiding clumsiness in ingenuity, and the world is in ruins.

It is said that he has been a good doctor for a long time, and after many years of divination, Tu Nan has been exposed to it and has learned one or two hands.

It was taboo to calculate one's own life, but Tu Nan turned a blind eye, he was a big murderer, how could he suffer more?

Fire lives and winter is born, there is no wood and water, there is a fierce in the fierce, everything is difficult to achieve, and there is no ability to die well.

But there are many believers in the world, and there are also those who do not believe.

The flying boat returned from the north, and the remaining thousands of children with ill lives were randomly discarded in various places along the way.

Tu Nan was once again abandoned.

All the way to the south begging, intending to go home, but the disaster in the south is serious, people are still difficult to take care of themselves, how can there be surplus food to give, not long after, hunger and cold, muddy nightmare, several times on the verge of death and returned. One day, when he felt that this short life was about to end, a rickety old man with a dragon head cane handed over a hot bun.

"Such a good seedling, why is no one harvesting?"

Xiao Tu Nan stuffed most of the hot buns in one gulp, and said vaguely: "The fate is unlucky." ”

"Hah!" the cricket old man smiled disdainfully, and with a wave of his hand, an invisible energy lifted him up, and he pinched his fingers.

Xiao Tu Nan finished eating a bun, a pair of eyes rolled around, and stared at the paper bag in the hand of the rickety old man, and in the paper bag, there were still seven or eight of the same buns.

After the old man finished calculating, he leaned down, and really handed him the paper bag along with the seven or eight buns in it, and said with a smile: "God says that you can't live this summer, but the old dragon king, I want you to live a long life, little guy, from today on, you are my old dragon king's person." ”

Tu Nan reluctantly hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled.

The old dragon king taught him the mental method to give him resources but did not recognize him as an apprentice, let alone a grandson, after so many years, the only relationship between him and the old man with the dragon head cane is just that sentence, he is his person. Therefore, he listened to him and established the Dark Luo Gang on this Sifang Island. Therefore, he helps him kill people, good and bad, as long as he wants to kill, kill them.

There may be many good people in this world, but here in my Tunan, there is only one good person.

This world of flowers is vast, except for the rickety old man who doesn't deserve to die, can't die, what does it matter if the rest of the people are dead or alive?

To the north of the five-party formation enchantment, three law domains, more than a dozen star pole masters who passed through this place and were blocked by the enchantment, as well as dozens of Yuan Dan and countless Void and Blood Condensation were constantly attacking, consuming the energy of the enchantment.

And to the south, the old dragon king and a pair of young men and women who were also in the realm of the law realm appeared outside the barrier at the same time.

The five-sided five-fold formation was arranged by him himself, and even outside the enchantment, there was still a way to open the door and enter the formation.

The dragon's head crutch flew high, and he was about to pinch the trick, but his heart hurt for no reason.

The old man stopped his movements and sighed faintly: "Change your life, change your life, change it for a while, how difficult it is to change it for a lifetime!"

In the Lotus Villa, Tu Nan slowly closed his eyes.

Although you didn't recognize me as a grandson, I have always regarded you as a grandfather.

Lord Long, Tu Nan is gone.