"There are countless poor people in the world, and they deserve sympathy, but don't think about helping everyone out of their predicament! It's one thing to have compassion, it's another thing to help or not. Wang Fan's face was expressionless, and his voice was cold, "If you are good, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be good to yourself! People who are not selfish are not qualified to sympathize with others and help others, and that can only be done when they have their own spare strength, otherwise they will only put themselves in it." You see, their clan is very pitiful now, but they have also prospered and reached their peak! People live for a lifetime, and they still rise and fall, and they rise and fall, not to mention this kind of big clan! It is really common for the dynasty to rise and fall at sunset, and don't even think of pulling a hand, unless they ask for a help, and they can help one or two, otherwise don't meddle casually! Take 10,000 steps back and say that a nation without faith, backbone, and faith is a hopeless state to be destroyed, and it is not worthy of sympathy! You don't know anything about the world, you have to learn more from Bai Qi Ian in the future, you have to learn to take a longer view, you have to follow me in the future, there are many more such things! Don't be kind every time, we are not saviors, we are not heroes, we are just a grain of sand in the crowd of living beings, a chestnut in the sea, don't find a burden for yourself!"

Xing Tian was silent, and after a long while, he said in a low voice: "Master, I know, don't worry, I won't make such a mistake again in the future!"

Wang Fan smiled, patted his sturdy giant arm gently, and said in a relaxed voice: "This kind of thing, since ancient times, there is no right or wrong, only position, this is a game, the flag has no right to choose, their future and fate are in the hands of Wuyou, and Wuyou is the one who plays chess." Of course, without violating the principle, if you want to intervene to save people and pull that kid called the black worm, I will not object. ”

Xingtian Urn said angrily: "Thank you." ”

Wang Fan smiled and waved his hand: "Thank you, it's all mine, you don't need to be polite!"

In fact, Wang Fan is also glad in his heart at the moment that he made his original choice, it is an extremely wise decision to accept Xingtian, he is the spiritual wisdom derived from the body of the blood demon, although he has lived for four or five hundred years, but he has not experienced human feelings, but he simply has part of the memory of the blood demon, in essence, he actually has a sincere heart, just by virtue of his ability to have compassion for the turtle worm he never knows, Wang Fan knew that his decision at that time was too wise!

At first, he was worried that Xing Tian was born with a demonic nature and would be affected by the blood demon's body's hidden aura, but now it seems that the blood demon's extraordinary body did not affect him, but he completely controlled the blood demon body, just like his own natural body, completely controlled by Xingtian.

"Okay, you can go back too, recharge your energy, and cheer up tomorrow!"

"Yes, master!"

Xing Tian answered, and then turned to leave.

Wang Fan was alone in the same place, the long night was long, the moon was like water, he quietly felt the gentle night breeze, and listened to the tinkling of the spring water.

I wonder when this calm will be broken by the surging undercurrent? Tomorrow? he thought to himself.

……

The next day, early in the morning, on the banks of the Forgotten River.

Wang Fan finally saw the bleak situation of the remnants of the Miao people, although he had heard about it before, and occasionally fantasized about it in his heart, but when all the remaining people of the remnants of the Miao tribe really stood in front of him intuitively, Wang Fan found that the situation was even worse than he imagined.

All the clansmen of the Wu clan gathered here, old and young, men and women, except for a few who were seriously ill in bed and dying.

At a glance, they were all black and thin, their faces were yellow, and their eye sockets were deep-set, as if they had been coated with a layer of wax. A few ragged children, revealing two rows of clear ribs under the ribs, the weather was cold in the early morning, and it was by the river, and the water vapor was heavy, making these seven or eight-year-old children shiver from the cold.

Hunger and illness are the theme songs of their lives, and they may have been used to it for a long time, so in their eyes, there is more of a numbness, and they can't see a little sadness and sadness.

It's a group of desperate people.

Mo Yu's eyes looked at these people with yellow faces and thin muscles, like beggars, and for some reason her heart was a little blocked, although she knew that this was the heart-attacking technique of the two old fox envoys of Wuyou Uta and wanted to arouse their compassion, but she still couldn't help but feel sad for them.

Wang Fan glanced at Wu You next to him, his face seemed to be smiling, and he said in a half-yin and half-yang tone: "Old guy, what do you mean? Engaging in these small means, it's really a bad stomach, I said a long time ago, they have nothing to do with me, if you insist on wishful thinking to involve us, then you have miscalculated." ”

Wu You was cheeky, and said with a smile: "Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! Your Excellency also knows that going to the ancient tomb is extremely dangerous, life and death are uncertain, they are the only young and strong people left in the clan, this farewell, it is very likely that it will be goodbye, and it is not allowed to meet with relatives? They are all the hope of the clan, they are heroes, and the clansmen come out to send each other, there is nothing wrong with this, right?"

The old guy is clever and clever, and the words are round without leaking, Wang Fan looked at the guys who followed behind Wu You, many of them had a green face that had not faded, and looked at the crowd of people who saw them off, all of them were yellow and thin, and they were as thin as firewood, and they tried the swearing words to their mouths twice, but they couldn't spit it out.

"Well, I'm too lazy to bother with you. Wang Fan waved his hand helplessly, "Set off immediately, don't delay, I don't have time to toss with you here." ”

Originally, their plan was to assemble the team early in the morning and leave quietly, but this guy actually made such a whole show and made a bleak and tragic farewell.

Looking at the death-defying looks on these people's faces, they almost didn't sing "The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone and will never return".

Look at these people who saw them off, their eyes were full of reluctance and nostalgia, which simply taught people to empathize and feel sad.

If none of these young men come back alive, then these people will probably choose to commit suicide en masse, because this is their last battle, and they have the intention of becoming benevolent if they don't succeed at the beginning.

Wang Fan has always been reluctant to have too much involvement, especially unwilling to have anything to do with the old thing Wuyou, he had already involved some in order to find the location of the entrance to the ancient tomb, and reached a deal with them, this deal Wang Fan was not happy in his heart, if he could choose, he would not agree, but unfortunately he didn't have a choice.

Now, if he has an emotional relationship with the remnants of the Wu clan again, it will be tantamount to asking for trouble, which will be very detrimental to their current action, at least it will make him hesitate more when making a judgment.

So he was unwilling to sympathize with this group of desperate people from the beginning, and he was unwilling to be contaminated with this cause and effect, but it backfired, Wang Fan was not a hard-hearted person, and when he really saw the miserable life of these people, and realized the humility of their desperate prayers to survive, as well as the tragedy of desperate and desperate battles, Wang Fan had to admit that his heart was shaken.

(End of chapter)