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This voice seemed to linger in Lang Hatian's ears, and the soul that was pulled out was about to be summoned by it to throw itself into the sea of fire, the blazing arm, no matter how Meng Nanxun shouted, the soul did not respond. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info In her hands, the person with his head hanging is reflected in the crimson and falls asleep again.

"Hiss~~"

Su Huachen sat up from his bed abruptly, and subconsciously covered the back of his neck with his hands, where somehow, there was a sudden soreness, so that he was pulled back into another dream in his dream.

"Damn... What the heck. Not... It hurts, it's enough, it doesn't let people sleep well. He carefully massaged the sore spot, thinking that he had been bitten by some unknown tide bug.

His hand still kept kneading, he turned around and looked out the window, where there was already a faint morning light, and the outside world began to dawn, although it was only the white of the fish's belly, but it was also reminding himself that a new day was about to start again. Sleepy-eyed, he reluctantly stumbled out of bed, lifted the bucket by the door, and his hand was about to snap on the doorknob. At this time, he heard a trace of footsteps outside.

The footsteps are soft, not hurried, and not messy. Su Huachen immediately heard that it belonged to the master.

"Master, he... What are you going to do when you wake up so early?"

He questioned in his heart, but there was no result, because Wen Zixiang had never gotten up so early. He gently opened the door a crack and looked out. In the yard, there is also silence in the corner of the cattle pen, and the pigs and sheep who are waiting to be fattened and slaughtered are still dreaming of spring and autumn, perhaps most of them dreaming of abundant food, or dreaming of mating with the opposite sex during estrus. In front of a wooden house that had only been erected a few months ago across from Su Huachen's house, Wen Zixiang had already dressed and was about to walk inside. Su Huachen saw that his master opened the door, and then quickly, led out the two children from inside. The two children had obviously been forcibly dragged from their beds, and their clothes were a little disheveled, but they were much better than when they first arrived, but their bodies were always as if they were malnourished, and except for a few, the rest were very thin.

The two children were obviously dissatisfied and wanted to mumble, but they were comforted by Wen Zixiang's kind words and stopped the noise. After that, Wen Zixiang pulled the two children with his left and right hands, and went out of the courtyard gate, without looking at Su Huachen's house, as if he didn't find his voyeurism. The courtyard was quiet again, and the remaining children in the wooden house opposite were not woken up, and the courtyard fell silent again, and Su Huachen's heart seemed to understand something. He didn't think much about it anymore, the pain in the back of his neck still irritated him, and it was time to fetch water and make a fire.

When breakfast was just ready, Wen Zixiang sniffed the faint fragrance of rice wafting in the air, and stepped in the door on time. Su Huachen raised his head and greeted the master, but only the two children were missing.

He didn't dare to ask questions, for fear of being punished by the other party, but the doubts in his heart were reflected on his face, making his expression very unnatural. To Su Huachen's surprise, Wen Zixiang seemed to see through his thoughts, and explained first: "This morning, I took my two children to the family that was willing to adopt them. ”

"But... Why ... Going so early?"

Su Huachen was not satisfied with the answer given by the master, and after thinking about it again, he couldn't help but ask again.

"Ah, here's the thing, the family I am talking about is actually a monk on a mountain not far away, and I promised them a few days ago that I would help raise the two children, and today is the appointed date, and when they come down the mountain in the morning, I will take the two children by the way. ”

Su Huachen listened and temporarily put aside the doubts in his heart. Perhaps, this is the best answer he himself hopes to get.

One by one, the dozen or so remaining children woke up, and the first thing they knew when they woke up was that two more companions had disappeared. This made the crowd very uneasy, and at the time of the meal, they began to become restless, and after months of suffering together, the affection between these children was better than that of siblings, so that now they needed a reasonable explanation. Su Huachen was holding the rice with a heavy heart, and Wen Zixiang listened, but just smiled and didn't speak.

Soon, Wen Zixiang gave what he thought was the correct explanation, a fairly direct explanation. The rattan was whipped on those thin arms and legs, and the red scars made the children shut their mouths, Wen Zixiang showed his iron side at this moment, not sympathetic, and not merciful.

Those children had no choice but to follow Wen Zixiang's guidance, but because of poor bones or physical diseases, they could not do what he wanted. In the courtyard, there were bursts of screams. What looked at the children's resentful eyes was Wen Zixiang's indifferent eyes. He warned emotionlessly and indifferently: "You people, if I hadn't taken you in, you would have died a long time ago! If you have the ability, you can run away, and see how long you can live in the outside world!"

From time to time, while urging the children to train, he jerked the head of one of them, observing, looking for something. And the child was often too frightened to move, but his whole body trembled incessantly. Suddenly, a trace of disappointment flashed in Wen Zixiang's eyes, and he pushed it away violently. Su Huachen stood silently behind him, already knowing in his heart that he had not found what the master was looking for in this group of children, which is why there was a second group of people coming.

If the direction of the journey is clear at every moment, then its pace is fast, and so is time, and the units seem to be counted in years without being abrupt, but also in a hurry.

The children were sent away one by one, and in the end only the three people were left, and now they, just like Su Huachen at that time, were numb, and their age was similar to him, and they followed Wen Zixiang faithfully.

Su Huachen once asked them about their backgrounds in private, but the answer he received was: "I don't remember." ”

I don't remember, I don't remember at all, the memories before the age of ten have been wiped out, and only some children can see that they are from large families, and the noble temperament that has become a habit has become a habit in some children. Other than that, there is nothing.

Su Huachen was stunned, so he suddenly wanted to remember all the memories of his childhood, including the joyful, the mundane, and even the painful things, and he didn't want to forget them like them.

Then, that year, when the weather was getting colder and winter was gradually turning, Su Huachen met the ragged and crazy young man with a three-foot sword in his hand.

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