The bottom stone of the fish in the clear stream is like jade, and the drizzle is moist and silent. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Mu Li, sitting on the shore and curled up in a ball, the "umbrella" he invented and created on his head did a good job of blocking the delicate but easy to get wet and cold late autumn drizzle for him.

Perhaps Mu Li's childhood has never rained half a snowflake in this beautiful valley, but the saying "autumn fish fat for winter" is really not wrong. Thinking of catching a few more big fish and going home to keep it for the winter to fight his teeth, the eleven-year-old swallowed his saliva and saw that there was no one left and right.

The mother, who always had a gloomy face, would not allow him to smirk like this, and if he laughed, he would be beaten, and he would be chased and beaten with the mallet that his deceased father gave his mother the only gift.

The last time he was hit in the head, Mu Li passed out directly, and it wasn't until he woke up that he saw the indifferent and gloomy mother standing by the bed, as if to confirm whether he was really going to die. A bowl of porridge that had been cooled next to the bed, and nothing else. The woman who saw Mu Li's eyes open and turned around and went out was still Mu Li's familiar mother, and she did not become the gentle mother in his dream when he was unconscious.

That time, Mu Li, who was only seven years old at the time, was just grinning, not to mention whether he wanted to laugh or hurt, and the bowl of cold porridge didn't make his heart colder. Mother doesn't love her father, this is Mu Li's sorting out since he can remember.

The man who is kind to everyone is really a bit too old and good and too easy to bully in the eyes of Mu Li, who is a son. Mu Li even thought irreverently about why such a beautiful woman would marry a man like her father who is good for nothing but skin?

Unfortunately, Mu Li didn't have the opportunity to wait until he grew up to ask the man who was going to grow old at that time, because the man disappeared for three full months when he was five years old, and then returned home covered in blood on a heavy rainy day, stuffed a book that he still hadn't understood in Mu Li's hand, and then forcibly carried his mother into the house for the first time.

Mu Li still clearly remembers the expression of her mother when she came out, and there was a little more ridicule, a little dazed, and a little lost in her indifference. Mu Li was beaten very badly that day, and finally escaped from the village to be considered not to be killed at home by his own mother. Later, his mother disappeared for several months, and even the rotten body of Mu Li's father was buried by the five-year-old child with the help of poor villagers.

Since then, the mother and son have relied on each other, of course, in fact, they have never been "dependent on each other". Bearing all the work of the family, and the people and poultry in the family, the little Mu Li was responsible for all the things that should have been borne by his mother. And the lady whose appearance far exceeded the level that this village should have became a woman who was drunk and dreamed of death every day, and when she was very awake, she would desperately chase Mu Li with a mallet, looking like she wanted to kill him.

Mu Li's left upper arm was accidentally hit by a mallet yesterday morning, a large bruise has turned a little purple, fortunately, it has been used to it for many years, and the young man just pouted, and then stared intently at the movement of the fishing rod.

The rod moves, and Mu Carp does not wrestle with the fish in the water like other anglers, but just strikes at a smooth position on the rod that has changed color due to frequent rubbing, and then lifts the rod to reel in the line.

A black-tailed carp weighing fifteen pounds, to say the least, flew out of the water with a straight and bouncing fishing line, and accurately fell into the big bamboo basket on Mu Carp's side.

"Your life is not good, you have to share my name. The young man Mu Li smiled and muttered, then inserted the fishing rod to his side, and took out a somewhat stiff steamed bun and a very thick oil paper wrap from his arms.

Lunch and homework are always done together, Mu Li, who secretly learned to read and write, has learned to read and write for so many years, and the biggest homework every day is to practice what is written in that book, although he still doesn't understand it to this day, but after so many years, he has been beaten and escaped, and his ability to catch fish and mice has made great progress, and even the last time he met a wolf in the mountains, it ended with Mu Li's successful escape and trick the three wolves into a trap.

If one day I can practice killing wolves with my bare hands, will I not be beaten by my mother again?

Mu Li, who was fantasizing about the scene of mother-son filial piety that was actually unlikely, suddenly felt that the water flow in the river in front of him had become several times faster, and hurriedly stuffed the steamed buns and the oiled paper bag that had not yet been opened back into his arms, and was about to see what was happening in the water, when he heard a loud sound of water, and Mu Li, who was slapped on his back and fell down by the spray of water, subconsciously rolled to the side, and what drove him to do so desperately was the fear that spread like an explosion in his heart.

A huge monster appeared at the place where Mu Li had just fallen, bigger than an adult's head, and its huge claws easily crushed the gravel on the ground for an unknown number of turns.

Mu Li, who had been honed by his mother to have a very strong and courageous mind, really wanted to faint at this time and then wake up to find that everything was just a dream, but the fact was that not only did he not faint, but the strong death intent exuded from the monster was like a real sword, stabbing him all over his body in pain, but he didn't dare to make any big moves, for fear of causing the monster that seemed to be a little sluggish.

The huge monster that suddenly came out of the water stabilized its body, and it didn't bother to look at the surrounding situation at all, and its extremely powerful limbs were about to rush forward in an instant.

The intent to die was several times stronger, and Mu Liyi couldn't help coughing violently.

The loud cough still caught the monster's attention. However, compared to Mu Li's infinite regret and preparation to fight for his life, the huge monster that was obviously going to have the advantage in the confrontation suddenly fell with a huge mouth, and seemed to be extremely annoyed that he was distracted at such a time.

Seeing the expression of the giant beast that seemed to have no eyes, Mu Li didn't have time to be surprised, and the sound of breaking water that was louder than just now rang out one after another.

The giant beast in front of him was like a poor little worm that was slammed away by another huge monster that suddenly smashed into it, and then the monster that had just assumed the role of a weapon also suffered the same order, and then another repeated scene was staged in front of Mu Li's eyes for the third time.

Is there a fourth time? Mu Li, who was completely stunned, simply forgot how dangerous his place was at the moment, and just guessed whether this kind of somewhat funny but unlaughable scene would happen again.

A foot clearly appeared in Mu Li's field of vision, stepped on the body of the fourth giant beast, and then kicked forward in slow motion.

"Smack", this is a very light sound, at most it is the level of taking the sole of a cloth shoe to smoke mosquitoes. Mu Li saw that the huge monster that weighed several thousand catties suddenly disappeared, and then slammed into the pile of three-headed monsters that had fallen into a ball in front of his head.

"Tsk, it hurts, it hurts. Ah, it's still a little too much, it hurts, it hurts! I've practiced with you guys to this point, and the frozen things are always not as good as the original, so I have to take some time to raise them. The person who had just stepped out was not far from Mu Li, muttering to himself and raising his right hand.

Thousands of water swords condensed into ice, covering the sky dozens of zhang square, like an insurmountable thunder pool, exuding a sense of seclusion and cold.