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In the misty sunset, a skinny little donkey flicked its tail and walked slowly and leisurely, looking down from time to time to gnaw some grass on the side of the road, looking very leisurely.

"I have a little donkey that I never ride, and one day I rode it on a whim to take my sister away..."

If you listen carefully, you can hear the faint intention and affection.

And the obvious pentatonic incompleteness!

"Hey, did this little ghost run out again?"

On the side of the path, there were about a few pedestrians dressed as farmers, when a clear voice of disgust came out, breaking the silence of the evening.

The man who spoke was about sixty years old, carrying a hoe and barley on his shoulder, and wearing a gray linen garment with a few patches.

"Shhhhh Next to him, someone's face changed drastically, and he immediately asked.

The others, too, opened their mouths, and their faces were not very good.

"Mom, why didn't Uncle Lila let Grandpa Crewe say it? What is the imp that Grandpa Crewe is talking about? A little boy asked the woman beside him, for some reason.

The woman's face became even more ugly when she heard this, and she looked at the young man on the donkey without a trace.

When he saw that the other party's face was as usual and did not pay attention to him, he scolded the little boy in a low voice and covered his mouth to prevent him from asking any more questions.

The others, consciously or unconsciously, also glanced at the young man, with a faint fear and hatred in their eyes.

"Let's go, let's go home!" Someone beckoned, don't let everyone be here.

"Grandpa, this big brother..."Next to Crewe, there was a little fat man who was innocent, as if he hadn't paid attention to the words of everyone before.

His mouth was full of oil, and he still had a half-gnawed chicken leg in his hand.

"Oh, you said this little ghost, he has a lot of background, this is—" Crewe's mouth curled into a smile, and there was a sparkle in his eyes.

That look, it seems that he is very willing to solve the puzzles of this little fat man.

"Crewe!" The middle-aged man named Lila couldn't help it after all, and immediately shouted loudly, glaring at Krewe, ignoring the fact that the other party was his elder.

And the others were even more angry, staring at him coldly.

"Okay, I won't say, I won't say..." seemed to arouse everyone's hatred, and Crewe waved his hand, showing a look of understanding.

Then, his face instantly returned to normal, and he was no longer like Fang Cai, taking the little fat man's hand and leaving here.

The others, as if they had something on their minds, left the place in a hurry, no longer with the joy and ease of finishing their farm work.

It's just that, without exception, they all seem to have avoided the boy sitting on the donkey from a distance, completely ignoring his helpless and stunned expression, as if facing a snake and scorpion, and avoided it.

"Hmph, stinky little ghost, feel the pain, haha... It's all you, so I was ignored by everyone, but that guy from old Hans is proud! Glancing at the kid, Crewe said with a low hate.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?" The fat boy next to him grabbed the chicken leg and muttered indistinctly.

"Nothing... By the way, don't have anything to do with that little ghost on the donkey in the future, do you hear? Crewe touched his head, his face full of love.

"Why?" The little fat man was still confused.

"No reason, anyway, you just listen to grandpa!" Crewe replied.

Then, without waiting for the little fat man to ask again, he pulled him away.

Others are doing the same, solemnly warning their children.

In a matter of moments, there was no one here.

Except for a small donkey, and a kid riding on a donkey.

The sky is getting darker and the sun is about to set.

"I said, how come these people are like this!" Laughing self-deprecatingly, the kid on the donkey complained with some dissatisfaction.

"Even if I'm from another dimension, don't be so xenophobic! What's more, these people don't look like they know..."He opened his mouth, but the words were held in his heart and never spoke.

Don't look at this kid's white and chubby face, but his nerves are not big, he knows the seriousness of things, what to say and what should rot in his stomach.

"And, even if you don't like me, you don't have to show it so deliberately... Forget it, I don't have the same knowledge as them, after all, I've only been here for about a month, and I'm very unfamiliar with this place, so I have to rely on them to understand it, so it's not good if it's too stiff! Ling Feng pursed his lips and said helplessly.

"Let's go, Didi, let's go home too!" Patting the skinny little donkey, Ling Feng said.

It's called "Didi" because this guy works like a very popular tool in another space.

The little donkey raised his head and barked twice, as if in response.

At the end of the Green Trail, the road was narrower and the weeds were a little taller.

This place is already very remote, almost out of the Blue Star Town, even the nearest family, also a few miles away.

A few hundred meters away, a small house was quietly erected.

However, the house was very dilapidated, and the main body was mud, mixed with dozens of stones, and it stood there crookedly, and people were very worried that a gust of wind or a rain would break it apart.

"Alas, the thatched roof is just not very useful, and some of it is blown off by the wind every day..."

Looking at the thatch that drifted down from the roof in the wind, Ling Feng pursed his lips, a little weak.

This dilapidated little house is the home he has had since he came here.

The people of the town seemed to be inexplicably hostile and prejudiced against him, and not a single family was willing to take him in, and not a single merchant was willing to accept such an ominous man, although he had reduced his demands to a minimum, and only wanted to have three meals and a place to live.

Casually tying Didi under the half-dead crooked jujube tree in front of the door, Ling Feng patted the dust on his body and pushed open the half-hidden door.

The patched clothes on his body were accidentally found on the side of the Green Trail more than ten days ago, and it seems to have been abandoned.

"Hehe, fortunately, this outfit is just too many patches, but there is no damage, or this month just rely on the set I wore when I came, I don't know how stinky it will be!" Smirking self-deprecatingly, the kid was about to close the door and go to bed early.

Until now, he was still very confused, and he didn't know how he came to this world.

"Could it be that when I was skydiving, I came to a wormhole that only exists in scientific theories, so I came here? But I don't remember having the feeling of crossing any passages..."Leaning against the door, he touched his head and muttered for some reason.

"Wow,, what kind of person are you, don't just go into other people's houses and don't say anything, okay?!" The boy suddenly looked like a cat with its tail stepped on, and the cold hairs on his whole body stood on end, pointing to a certain place in the house and shouting.

Looking at the slight trembling of his whole body, he was really frightened.

At this time, the sky had not yet darkened, and there was still some light in the house. In the corner of the hut, a figure curled up, its face buried between its legs, unable to see its face.

It's just that it's obvious that he's down, his clothes are covered with oil, and he smells of sweat. The golden hair was fluffy and disheveled, interspersed with a few weeds that came from nowhere.

This outfit is not even much better than Ling Feng, who is covered in patches.

Hearing this, the figure moved, and slowly lifted the face buried between his legs, and then said weakly: "Excuse me, who are you?" ”