If you enter Huarong City during the day and see prosperity, the refugee area is the dark side of the city, the stinky ditch, and the refugee camp. （）

The tragic images caused by the war are all manifested here a hundredfold and a thousand times.

The raggedly clad refugee slowly leaned over to his new face, enveloping him, begging with bloodblistered hands.

Because he dressed like a decent person during the day, and the temperament exuded by the immortal cultivator was humble and polite, the refugees were not afraid of him.

If they were dressed as soldiers, these refugees would not dare to approach.

Strange to say, these refugees reminded Bai Tian of the first time he saw Master Banri, the same ragged clothes.

I don't know if the master chased the ghost lord who caught up with the ghost mansion for half a day.

Looking at these poor refugees, he took out the change he carried with him during the day.

But these hungry people turned a blind eye to the copper baht, and only looked at him with cloudy eyes, and refused to let go of their outstretched hands.

In the refugee areas, money is useless, the army will distribute gruel every day, and as the number of refugees increases, the food quota will not be enough, so there will be scrambles, and the weaker people will not be able to grab food.

"Hey, you give me the money, and I can give them some food. The soldier guarding the gate just now shouted, he had just seen what was happening, and limped into the daylight sight with greed in his heart.

A lame, presumably that's why he's here to keep the goal.

Bai Tian hesitated, took out a gold baht, threw it over, and was caught by the lame soldier in mid-air.

The movements of the lame soldier reminded Shidayi of the dog jumping up to catch the ball in mid-air.

In the Sword Clan, Orion raised dozens of hunting dogs, which multiplied, hunted, and were trained.

The soldier reminded him of the dogs.

Daylight watched the lame soldiers. "Don't lie to me, I know the people above you. ”

"Who doesn't know anyone these days. The soldier at the foot of the slope looked at him resentfully, as if he had a problem with the act of throwing the gold baht just now.

The lame soldier put the golden baht in his mouth and bit it hard. "Little master, ask for more blessings in it. ”

Bai Tian drew his brother's sword, turned into a black shadow and flew into the air, shooting in an instant, a few centimeters in front of the lame soldier's head.

The lame soldier's expression froze, and beads of sweat overflowed from his lips.

The words of the day are as light as a feather, but they are like the persecution of death. "I hope that when I come out, I will see that these people's bellies are full. ”

The lame soldier nodded stupidly and ran away in a panic, cursing in a low voice, "Damn immortal cultivator, it's really bad luck to stay in the south." ”

Daylight withdrew his sword, and when he turned back, the refugees had moved out of the way, their eyes full of dodge, and they were afraid of him.

"I'm looking for someone. Daylight shouted, hoping that his kindness would be reciprocated.

All avoids him as the tide recedes.

"He has a black tattoo on his forearm. He continued to shout.

The tide turns into waves, swept away in an instant.

There were only a few people left in the dense crowd just now, who had difficulty moving, and they turned their backs to the day, as if they were hiding from the plague god.

Daylight frowned, unable to figure out what was going on.

At this time, a childish voice sounded. "Immortal, I know who you're looking for. ”

A scrawny little boy turned around, his brow hesitant, his face dirty, but his eyes shining, and he spoke again without waiting for daylight to speak. "But I need to reciprocate. ”

"What in return?"

"Those shiny golden things. ”

Daylight wondered, "Why didn't you just now." ”

The boy was a little stumped, and his dirty little face leaked a stubborn color. "Because I'm not like them, I'm not a beggar, and one day I'll get out of here, and I want my pay, give it to me quickly. ”

"Then you speak first. "Daylight was amused.

The boy looked around, and the people around him always glanced at it stealthily during his actions.

The boy swallowed a mouthful of spit and began to doubt his decision, and in a dilemma he spoke: "The person you are looking for, he is the emperor here, and everything here is under his rule and the empress." ”

Dayday's heart was dumbfounded, the emperor and empress of the refugee area, this brother became more and more unexpected.

"Little Tiger !!" A man ran over angrily and dragged the boy to his side. "Don't trouble the immortals. ”

The man clamped Xiaohu hard with both hands, apologizing and retreating.

Xiaohu was dragged into the alley in the struggle.

"Keep going inside! Just look at the ground. The little tiger in the distance shouted, "Don't forget to promise me, those golden things, ah! damn it, don't hit me." ”

Judging by the sound, Xiaohu is suffering from flesh and skin.

Daylight chased after them, but Xiaohu and they disappeared into the alley.

Daylight looked around, the alleys and alleys were intertwined, and he could only continue to go deeper.

There were many refugees on both sides of the road, and refugees from all over the world seemed to live here, and those curious, cloudy eyes turned with his movements.

The atmosphere here made the day shiver, so quiet that now he still heard the voice of Xiaohu in his ears.

The taller buildings were razed and replaced by shabby sheds that could not be seen differently.

Soon, Daylight was lost, not so much lost as back to square one, and he kept walking, through alleys or alleys that he had not walked before.

When he came out, the wooden wall appeared in front of him again.

Inside, thick smoke obscures the sun, confusing the sense of direction.

Something like this was repeated several times.

Now the day is gloomy, looking at the rows of houses and alleys, there is almost no difference, familiar and strange, what a hell.

Daylight noticed more billowing white smoke rising into the sky, but he didn't see a single burning point on the way.

It's so weird, it's like wandering around the edge of the fog all the time.

Daylight suddenly realizes that there may be a maze here.

That's how it makes sense.

His eyes turned golden, and he tried to find a loophole with the Eye of War, but there was nothing.

"If you're lost, it would be nice if you could find a place to light the smoke. Daylight muttered to himself, his eyes returning to a calm blackness.

He rubbed his temples vigorously, trying to clear his mind.

He tried again to go deeper into the refugee area, but he still returned to square one.

At noon, the sun shines on the body, warm, and the shadow cast shrinks to the shortest.

"Don't waste time, you can't get in. A voice came from behind him.

The lame soldier brought the owner of the steamed bun shop, and the cart was filled with steaming large steamed buns.

After learning the identity of Daylight's immortal cultivator, the soldiers at the foot of the slope still kept their promise.

The steamed buns cost only a fraction of the gold baht, and the soldiers were content to keep the rest for themselves.

The refugee area began to boil and people saw that food began to gather here.

Daylight looked at the lame soldier and asked. "What do you know?"

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