At this time, it was already dusk, coming out of the school palace under the Jixia, dressed in black, Yan Hong seemed to be an aimless ranger, his eyes were calm and waveless, holding a wine jug in his hand, his handsome face was flushed, and it seemed that a wisp of drunkenness had hit his heart, a long sword wrapped in linen, with his back obliquely behind his back, between one in and one out, the sharp swordsman just now was gone, and at this moment he was wandering aimlessly on the street like a bohemian prodigal.

In the bustling crowd, Yan Hong seemed to be really drunk, his steps were already a little vain, behind him, a man dressed as a farmer, carrying a hoe on his shoulder, passed by Yan Hong, and faced a woodcutter with a flat shoulder, with a burst of sweat smell, striding over, Yan Hong rolled his eyes, seemed to be disgusted by this burst of sweat.

Not far away, three or four eleven or twelve-year-old children were giggling, looking at the conversation of the people around them, it seemed that they were the children of the traders in the neighborhood, obviously everyone here was quite familiar, just smiled kindly, and did not say anything, but Yan Hong's eyes flashed a trace of reminiscence, it seems that such a memory has never been in his mind, but it is so fascinating, it is so ordinary, but all of them reveal a faint warmth.

In the last life, he was a weapon of war cultivated by the country, walking in the rain of bullets, hiding in the shadows, from the time he was sensible, he had to keep learning how to live, and he could be loyal to the country when he lived, even if he lived in the dark forever, even if he gave up his friends, love, and humanity, there was only one sentence in his heart, and the soldier was absolute obedience.

In this life, he was born as a king and grandson, but he was so tragically trapped in the enemy country, what he had to do was to survive, but compared to the previous ruthlessness, today's Yan Hong has more things, some things that need to be guarded with his life, family, love, friendship, and a lot of them have been recovered, and he has lost the chic of his previous life.

But, no matter what moment it was, his childhood was a gray canvas, nothing but gray, and he put too much effort into not making the canvas dark, because to sink into endless darkness, that is death.

Looking at the children in front of him, Yan Hong seemed to have forgotten that he himself was just a teenager at the moment, the trajectory across time and space, the vicissitudes of life and life, would flow in Yan Hong's eyes and condense in Yan Hong's heart, no one would have thought that he was just a cardamom year.

The circles under his eyes suddenly reddened, and his breath gradually dispersed, and he seemed to have let go of all the protection in his thoughts, with a faint warmth in his eyes, looking at the children in front of him, still staggering.

"Little Tiger. Look that drunk is funny, giggle—"

"Yes,, that big man seems to slip next, but he doesn't fall, don't you think it's strange?" Scratching his scalp, Xiaohuzi smiled stupidly.

"Giggles, hey, you guys come here, he doesn't fall, so slam the door to help him, okay?" With a roll of his eyes, another kid said.

"Okay, Cuong, how do you say to play?" Seven or eight hairy boys gathered around and bit their ears, while Yan Hong was still drunk and hazy.

Take a step - ah, smack——!

As soon as Xiaohuzi stretched out his legs, Yan Hong seemed to be tripped, and the whole person fell forward and flew out, "yes——, Cheng..." Xiaohuzi only shouted half of the word success, and he was stuck in his throat. Because he saw that this drunken big man was very bizarre one-handed handstand, and just like that, he drank a sip of wine, and the strangest thing was that he pressed a stinky salted fish under the palm of his hand, but it still did not slip.

"It's amazing—"

-- Bang -

A group of children were cheering, obviously they were the first time they had seen such a skill, and it was a coincidence that Yan Hong was drinking upside down, but the money bag slipped down from his arms, and then the people around him only saw the gray figure quickly take the money bag, and the next moment he didn't stop, he ran away, "It's this kid again, this is a habitual thief, and I stopped for a few months thinking that I had changed my ways, ·····"

Obviously, there are still people in the crowd who recognize this kid, it sounds like an old thief, it's really a bad year, 'don't take the evil for a small thing'. This sentence came out of my almost conditioned reflex brain, hey, it seems that I have also been completely brainwashed by Confucianism.

Yan Hong smiled bitterly, lay down on the spot, kicked his legs, staggered, and slipped out backwards like a loach, in the direction of the thief's escape.

"Chief! The idea has arrived. ”

"Okay——, notify the family, you can start."

"Honorable Order"

Two gray shadows jumped up, and before they disappeared, they seemed to see a hoe and a flat pole reflected in the lake.

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Slipper!

This slip, Yan Hong has already used internal force, like a bow and arrow, it has been more than 20 zhang, after the strength reaches the limit, a row of backhands, the whole person bounces up straight, a turn back in mid-air, the corners of his mouth are back with a confident smile, and he followed the thief and followed away.

Seven turns and eight turns, walking the streets and alleys, the ground at this moment has been from the beginning of the bluestone road, into a foot deep and a shallow thin mud, these days just had a heavy rain, now this road is not dry time, but it is said to be dirty.

Yan Hong naturally walks on the ground with his superb light skills, but the thief is clearly a half-grown child, but he is also familiar with the road, it seems that he lives here.

"Little one, do you still want to run?"

Standing on his feet, his hands crossed behind his head, leaning diagonally against an earthen wall, a dagger is exquisitely carved, and the end of the dagger near the handle is engraved with the seal character "Red Lotus" of two flowers. At this moment, it was this sick dagger that was spinning around Yan Hong's index finger, transforming various patterns.

The remembrance in his eyes flashed, Red Lotus, hehe, how long has it been since I remembered this title, girl, are you okay? "Big man, why did you run in front of me, just now... You were obviously far behind just now. ”

Yan Hong looked at this thief, according to the algorithm of his previous life, he was at most one meter four, and he was indeed one meter eight, he called himself a big man, and he was not happy.

"It's strange that you stole my money and asked me why I was chasing you!"

"Uh-" The thief blushed at these words, but said forcefully, "You will bite to death if you smash it, this money bag is yours." ”

"Knife coins, twenty pieces. Nine gold leaves, fifteen golden beans, and three pearls. ”

The thief was aggrieved again, counted carefully, and the score was exactly the same, "This, that, this, since it's yours, I'll return it to you, and then!" ”

The money bag was tossed high, but the grizzled thief ran away.