For no reason, Xiao Yu only felt extremely tired, and just wanted to find a clean place to rest.

Giving up the blood-stained long sword in his hand, Xiao Yu found his own little baggage, and walked step by step towards the depths of the dense forest.

In the high and dense jungle, even though it is daytime, the light is quite dim due to the obscuration of those dense branches and leaves.

Xiao Yu carried a small burden on his back, held a short sword to cut through obstacles, and stubbornly kept sneaking into the depths of the dense forest, like a lonely goose in a flock.

I only feel stuffy in my heart, and I am a little panicked.

I never wanted to hurt anyone, and I never thought about deliberately hurting anyone.

It's just that just going all the way down, in this other world, even if it's just for self-defense, I let my hands be stained with blood.

Extremely disgusting gore.

However, from the first day here, who have you really offended?

That damn Yun Wangye, why did he hate himself so much?

I worked so hard.

Try not to say the wrong thing;

Try to make yourself as perfect as possible to dance every dance.

Even, even if he was very desperate to leave, he tried to create an illusion in order to give everyone a reluctantly acceptable reason.

However, after working hard for so long, in the end, it is still useless.

Fate, the mysterious handicap, seems to have never intended to let himself go.

It doesn't matter if she's ever made a serious effort or not.

She was still forced to wield a short knife and walked into a colosseum where life and death were at stake.

A rare quiet Colosseum.

Alas, the only choice I have at the moment is to stay away from these people.

One less fighting, one less sin, one less blood.

Thinking like this, those long insects and foxes that flicker in the grass are not so terrifying.

At least, it's not as terrible as the killers who follow the scent of rosemary and chase them all the way.

Just like this, he silently climbed over a mountain, and waded through a shallow mountain stream.

Out of caution, Xiao Yu still sat down on the side of the mountain stream, washed it carefully, and then turned over a set of clean clothes from his baggage to change into.

Xiao Yu also took a stone bag and sank it in the slowly flowing deep stream.

Taking off the pair of small boots on his feet, Xiao Yu put them in the stream and washed them several times before putting them on with confidence.

After working like this for a long time, Xiao Yu took all the dust and went into another section of the jungle with confidence.

In the distant mountain pass, Xiao Yu could vaguely see a quaint village.

Outside the village, there are mountains full of cattle and sheep.

Inside the village, smoke fills the air.

Under the sunset, there is a sense of serenity and serenity.

In Xiao Yu's eyes, that place was as beautiful as a holy realm, and it was simply a paradise that had been sought for a long time.

After tidying up his clothes, Xiao Yu walked quickly towards that place.

After walking for a long time, Xiao Yu finally arrived at the village before the sun set.

When it really got closer, Xiao Yu couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Some things, when viewed from a distance, are like those ink paintings written by masters, hazy and perfect.

When it comes to the real approach, it is often shabby and sloppy, and it is a ruin that makes people want to discard it immediately.

Right now, Xiao Yu was standing in front of a dilapidated farmhouse, stunned alone.

The whole house is a narrow window, a thatched roof, and a half-hidden firewood.

All around, it's a little unnaturally quiet.

After hesitating for a long time, Xiao Yu finally knocked on the firewood door, and shouted loudly:

"Is there anyone in the house? Anybody home? ”

After a long time, a trembling voice in the courtyard answered:

"Who? Who's out there? ”