Meng Qi hadn't opened his eyes yet, and all he could hear in his ears was the sound of howling and crying. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Which family is doing a funeral, it's really noisy, I didn't hear about anyone who was an old man yesterday." Meng Qi was impatient, but he had to wake up in the sound of crying and mourning in the morning.

He habitually touched his thick-rimmed glasses of more than 700 degrees to the head of the bed.

However, the glasses did not touch, but a pair of tender little hands.

The little hands are smooth and delicate, chubby, as if they have no bones.

"What's going on?"

Meng Qi was shocked in his heart, could it be that there was a thief in his house?

"Brother Meng Qi, Xiaozi is not afraid."

A crisp and shy voice suddenly sounded in his ears, causing Meng Qi to open his eyes suddenly.

"You... You are? ”

Meng Qi opened his mouth wide, and a seven or eight-year-old girl in front of him was looking at him with a shy face, her big watery eyes blinking and blinking, brighter than the stars in the sky.

"Brother Meng Qi, what's wrong with you?" The little girl's dirty little face was full of worry, and the little hand holding Meng Qi tightened again.

"No... It's okay. ”

Meng Qi nodded almost instinctively and looked around blankly.

Is this filming a costume drama?

The people in sight were dressed in sackcloth and long shirts, lying on the side of the road, on crutches, and of course crying. No matter what kind of posture the people are, they are all ragged and unkempt, and even more are using their fingers to clasp the bark into their mouths, chewing with relish, like some kind of delicacies from the mountains and seas.

I didn't care at all, and the black mud caught between my fingernails for a long time followed into my mouth.

There was a desolate scenery around, the trees were bare, only the shriveled branches were swaying in the wind, and three or two black crows landed on the branches and "croaked", indescribably desolate.

This mountain, this view.

Could it be that the leader of the beggar gang has passed away?

There was a big question mark in Meng Qi's head.

"Hu'er, my child, why didn't you get through it? In front of you is Yan Guo! Not far away, a middle-aged man hugged a black-faced young man with a skeletal body and cried, and the woman beside him also wiped her tears.

"Brother Meng Qi, don't look at it, he's dead." The girl couldn't bear to look over, with crystal tears in her eyes; There is an indescribable sadness in the words, but there is also a kind of commonplace indifference.

"Dead?"

Meng Qi looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment, and unconsciously pulled the girl towards the crying middle-aged couple.

"This uncle, you must be an old drama bone, this performance is too realistic." Meng Qi patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder with admiration and exclaimed.

"What an old drama bone, you get out of me." After the middle-aged man scolded abruptly, he picked up the young man and walked towards the depths of the forest.

"Brother, do you have a fever? It's all nonsense. The girl stood on tiptoe, touched Meng Qi's forehead, and touched her own forehead with a worried expression.

Don't...

Could it be that all this is real, isn't it a TV series?

As soon as Meng Qi had such an idea, he felt that it was really ridiculous, and immediately dumped himself with a big mouth.

"It hurts."

It was not a dream, feeling the hot pain on his face, Meng Qi woke up suddenly.

It's not wakefulness, it's awakening.

"Xiao Zi? Xiao Zi, tell me where this is, and when is it? ”

Meng Qi grabbed the girl's arms violently, opened his mouth wide, and teased urgently. At the bottom of his heart, he already had a hint of ominous premonition.

"It hurts, Brother Meng Qi, you scratched Xiao Zi." The girl pursed her lips, her little brows furrowed slightly: "Could it be that the fever is hallucinating?" Brother Meng Qi, don't scare me. ”

Looking at the girl's overflowing worry, Meng Qi's heart sank.

Sure enough, I am no longer in the original world, this should be some ancient Chinese dynasty, maybe somewhere far away from the earth.

Suddenly, Meng Qi's face turned pale, and a flood of memories flooded in his head, rushing around like a floodgate, and finally gathered in his mind.

After a long and half moment, Meng Qi felt that he was in control of his body again, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a strange smile appeared.

It turns out that this is really not the earth, let alone ancient China.

It's a place called the Origin of the Domain.

The owner of this body is also called Meng Qi, and he is the only son of Master Meng of Mengjiazhuang, Tianshui County, Zhao State.

The girl in front of her is named Meng Ziyi, and she is also from Mengjiazhuang.

According to that memory, Meng Qi easily found something useful.

It turned out that this was a turbulent era, and the successive years of conquest had greatly damaged the vitality of the small country of Zhao, and the income could not make ends meet, and the tax burden increased layer by layer. In addition, due to natural disasters, crops have not been harvested for several years, and refugees have begun to appear, and finally they have evolved into a ubiquitous appearance.

Meng Qi's cheap father is also a great good person, at the beginning of the refugees, he distributed the surplus grain to everyone, and later was forcibly confiscated by the officers and soldiers, but his family did not have any grain and rice left, and finally ended up with a tragic death.

The scene I saw just now was the scene where the refugees from Tianshui County wanted to move to the neighboring country of Yan for refuge.

The boy who died was starved to death.

In the years of famine and war, the people were devastated in the depths of misery.

In some places, there has been a situation of changing children and eating them. Sell their children to landlords in exchange for food. There are even more heart-wrenching people who drink blood and kill people like hemp.

Damn, what's going on? Meng Qi smiled bitterly.

Crossing over here, shouldn't it be glorious and rich, accompanied by beautiful women, and worry-free about food and clothing?

At the moment, not only does he have nothing to do with them, but he also dies his rich father and becomes one of the countless refugees. What is this thing called?

"Brother, wake up."

Just as Meng Qi shouted that heaven was unfair, Meng Ziyi's anxious voice appeared in his ears.

Meng Qi came back to his senses, only to feel a wave of tiredness, but the girl with his high chest was standing in front of him with her back to her, her little arms wide open, driving away several bearded and reckless men.

"This kid is dying, brothers, dead human flesh doesn't taste as good as living human flesh."

The man with the head was bare-chested and bare-backed, the hair on his chest was thick and dense, like a barbarian who had been hidden in the mountains and forests for a long time, his bare feet and unkempt hair, his eyes were glowing, and he looked at Meng Qi greedily like a poisonous snake.

Meng Qi immediately understood that the big man wanted to kill people and eat meat, and the target was himself.

"Get out of here, Brother Meng Qi is in good health." Meng Ziyi was anxious like a reckless deer, blocking Meng Qi in front of him vigilantly blocking the big man.

"Little sister, he's no longer good. Even if you throw it here, you will be eaten by the beasts of the mountains and forests, so it is better to let a few of our brothers fill their bellies, and maybe we can protect you all the way to Yan Kingdom. The big man looked greedy and fearless, and pulled Meng Ziyi aside with his fan-like hands, and was grabbed by another big man's arm.

"Brother Meng Qi, run." The girl hurriedly used her hands and feet together, kicking and beating, and tears rolled in her big eyes.

Seeing that the big man had come to his side, Meng Qi wanted to stand up but felt weak, and he couldn't exert half of his strength in his arms and legs, let alone running, it was already very difficult to even walk.

It's a sign of extreme hunger.

"Boy, don't be afraid, when the uncle touches your neck with a knife, you can go and beg for food with Lord Yama." The big man squinted his eyes, a strong hideous color spread over his face, and a bright short knife in his hand was already raised high above his head.

On the way, there were many refugees, but most of them glanced at Meng Qi with indifferent eyes and did not make any moves, but they seemed to be commonplace and turned their heads.

"Damn, how can the little master just travel over for a little time, and if he doesn't even have time to look at his own appearance, will he be eaten?"

Meng Qi's heart trembled, although he had the intention of refutation, he had no power to tie his hands.

can only stare at the big man bitterly, secretly ruthless, even if you fight to the death with him, you must not let anyone slaughter you.

"You let Brother Meng Qi go."

"Please, eat me if you want to eat, let Brother Meng Qi go." Meng Ziyi cried and bit the big man's arm, which was as thick as a log, broke free from his restraints and rushed to Meng Qi.

Once again, he blocked in front of Meng Qi with his weak body.

"Sister Ziyi, get out of the way." Meng Qi looked at the thin figure of the girl, and a strange throbbing in his heart burst out.

"Brother Meng Qi, Master Meng is the lifesaver of our family. Without Master Meng, Xiao Zi would have starved to death. Although I haven't read the book for a few days, I do know about it. ”

"They want to eat you unless they step over my corpse."

Although the girl had her back to Meng Qi, Meng Qi could guess the determination on the girl's face at this time.

Sometimes, death is so decisive!

"In that case, then you two should both die!"

A sudden chill arose on the big man's face, and the blade cracked in the air.

Meng Qi had already closed his eyes, and he couldn't bear to see the girl die tragically in front of him.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

Suddenly, an old voice seemed to come from the sky, like an ethereal sound!

The blade that had already reached Meng Ziyi's neck came suddenly, and even though the big man was already red-faced, he didn't move even if he had enough strength.

Meng Qi turned his head with difficulty, and saw an old Taoist hand dressed in a Taoist robe with white hair pinching the dust, walking slowly without being humble or arrogant, and there seemed to be a breeze under his feet, not stained with any dust.

"Bullnose old way, let go of me." The big man looked at Lao Dao in horror, and he had the heart to pull his hand but couldn't move.

"What is the release, I have never done anything to you. If you don't want to kill both of them, you won't be restrained. The old Tao said indifferently, as if talking to himself.

For some reason, Meng Qi listened to the words of the old Tao, and there were ripples in his heart.

This old way is a bit weird!

However, he couldn't think so much about it at this time, as long as he could be saved, it would be more real than anything!

At least, he and Meng Ziyi won't be eaten.

With a sigh of relief in his heart, Meng Qi only felt that his eyes were dark and he lost consciousness