The clean spirit is only seven years old, but he can already see that he is a little beauty embryo. A kind of purity and agility that comes out of the bones, clean as an angel. The most beautiful thing is her unique pair of beautiful eyes, pure and flawless, with the magic power to suck people in.

The wind stared blankly at such a spirit, and threw himself into his arms, and a sense of satisfaction arose. If you can hold her like this for the rest of your life, wouldn't it be a kind of happiness?

The 12-year-old boy has no adult distractions and desires, but in his pure heart, he has already lived in this girl who is five years younger than him, and he can no longer get rid of it.

Lying in the straw pile in the ruined temple, Ling rarely couldn't sleep, and spun around in the arms of the wind. The wind made it impossible to sleep, so in order not to affect the others, the two simply secretly got up and went to sit outside the broken temple.

That night the moon was very round, and under a large bare tree with no leaves, the wind and the spirit sat on the ground. The figures of the two children snuggled up to each other.

The wind embraced Ling from behind, allowing her to lean more comfortably into his arms. "Ling'er, why can't you sleep?"

"I don't know, I always feel uneasy?"

"What's wrong, Ling'er?"

Ling shook her head, I don't know why, obviously nothing happened, but in her heart, there was always a bad feeling. Maybe her father said that they were too spoofing and would attract some people's attention and cause unnecessary trouble!

At that time, the spirit did not understand this sentence, but it still entered a small heart. Little children really don't know that there are indeed hidden dangers around them, and there are quite a few.

"Little girl, what are you thinking?" The wind, not accustomed to such a quiet spirit, hugged her tighter, and rested his head on her shoulder, smelling of the spirit alone.

"Wind, no matter what happens, you can't leave the spirit."

"Hmm."

"We said okay, when the wind grows up, we want to marry Ling'er."

"Ling'er, you've said this many times."

"Mmmm, I'm going to say the wind."

"Ling'er, I'm a boy, I'll marry Ling'er when I grow up in the future, okay?"

"It's not good, Ling'er wants to be Ling'er's lady."

"Ling'er."

"It doesn't matter, the wind says it doesn't agree or not!"

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"The wind said, said, in the end, I don't agree, I don't agree." ••••••

The spirit began to play the scoundrel again without relenting, and the wind had to compromise.

"Okay, I'll be Ling'er's bride."

"Uh-huh, when the spirit grows up, he marries the wind." After Ling finished speaking, he did not forget to kiss the wind on the cheek, and his heart was extremely satisfied.

The wind on the autumn evening had a hint of coolness, gently blowing the little people under the tree, but there was no trace of coldness in the hearts of the two. It's just that the autumn breeze blows through the winter, and the changes are unpredictable.

The white belly of the fish in the early morning had just appeared, and the wind and the spirit snuggled together all night and fell asleep under the big tree.

Perhaps the beggar's physique is more resistant to frost than the average person, and when he wakes up early in the morning, the wind and the spirit are cold, but he is not sick.

The two children were also awakened by the cold, and the wind hurriedly took the spirit to the broken temple grass pile to keep warm, and closed his eyes by the way. However, before the two of them could sleep back, they were officially awakened by the sound of thunderstorm lightning.

The five children followed the middle-aged man, got up early to practice breathing, and learned the inner strength of the heart.

By the time the sun is in place, everything has a temperature. They put on their most shabby clothes, get their faces dirty, and go out to beg. Ling, as usual, pretends to be a poor girl being bullied by four beggars, just waiting for the new fish to take the bait.

Everything looks like it's as usual, and the five children's hard performances still haven't won the attention of people coming and going. However, the children were waiting for the stupid fat sheep to be put on the set.

The children are not in a hurry, after all, yesterday's harvest was enough for them to live for a long time. Of course, if there is a harvest today, who would be afraid of more money? Not to mention a beggar.

It's just that this time there were no fish on the bait, and the stupid fat sheep didn't appear for a long time, but he didn't want a man who looked ordinary to catch a lot on the street, so he stepped forward and caught the wind.

Before the wind could react, the man looked at the wind carefully, as if he had decided something.

Soon came back to his senses, broke free from the man, and started to fight with him. It can be seen that the man's martial arts are not bad, and after a few rounds are over, the man leaves.

The four friends on the side were still stunned, this happened too fast and too fast, and no one knew what happened. Only the wind immediately realized that something was wrong, and a bad premonition hit his heart.

"Quick, go back to Master." Feng's heart is very chaotic, after so many years of escape, can't he still escape? Now, the only thing he can think of is Master, and I hope they are all safe.

The other children were still confused, and didn't have time to understand the meaning of the wind. After all, they are all children, and they haven't experienced these things, so they are still several steps late in reacting.

"Come on, don't be in a daze here, you guys go back to the master quickly."

The wind was in a hurry, and it was only after he spoke again that the four children reacted. It's just that a lot of things, that is, in that minute, before the children have time to run back, it is already too late.

No, when a few men in black suddenly appeared, they surrounded them. When they were about to kill the children, the children were left with only six panicked gods and no master, but they didn't know how to escape?

The children were afraid, after all, they were still young, but their poor cries for help would not be rescued by anyone. Even if there is, it will be pulled away by the companions on the side.

Who has the guts to provoke these, who look like killer guards? Whose life is not important, will come to die for some irrelevant people?

Among the children, the rain, the spirit, and the electricity all cried into tears and hugged each other. Ray was unusually calm, and he had always been so steady that it was seriously inconsistent with his age. Maybe it's because he's seen the indifference of human nature, and he knows that he can only rely on himself when things happen.

Also unflustered is the wind, the eldest of them, which is like an umbrella in their hearts.

Ray consciously and secretly went one after the other with the wind to protect the children in the middle. Seeing that the knife was about to fall on a few children, under the signal of the wind's eyes, Lei was ready to cooperate with the wind to break out at any time.

The knife narrowly slashed next to the three children who were still crying, and was mistaken by lightning. The children are scared and scared, and they no longer cry, and at this life-and-death juncture, the five children are stronger than ordinary children, and even ordinary people.

Feng knew very well in his heart that this gang of people came to catch him, and he wanted to be a bait alone and take away this gang of people in black. So he attacked the person in front of him directly, knowing that they didn't dare to hurt him, and even more so to fight with his life.

It was precisely because of the wind's counterattack and the conscious running out that the man in black really paid attention to him. Under Ray's leadership, several children broke out of the encirclement.

It's just that Feng didn't expect that the silly girl, the spirit he cared about the most, didn't run away with the thunder. Instead, they followed him deadly.

Feng could only sigh deeply, and now he had no time to say anything, so he could only take her little hand and run away quickly. His hand grasped Ling's hand tightly, and the two children just like that, weaving through the crowd, escaping the hot pursuit of the man in black behind him.

The three children on the other side are much better, and the goal of the black people is the wind. As soon as the wind left, they no longer cared about the three children, and they all went to chase the wind.

Only then did the three children have a chance to run back to the master to save their lives. It was also at this time that the children regretted that they did not practice martial arts seriously.

No matter how fast the wind and spirit are there, they can't match the speed of adults, even if they can take advantage of children, and it is easy for people to escape. But several men in black scattered to hunt them down, surrounding the two helpless children on all sides.

Along the way, the chickens and dogs jumped, and the wind and spirit had already tried their best to hide and run, and this was only a moment.

After being chased for a long time, the two children, Feng and Ling, were still surrounded by people in black in a small alley.

The people in black are slashing at the spirit, like how annoying the spirit is. The wind kicked down the arm of the man in black who came to the spirit again with a big knife, and the man in black had a pain in his hand and the knife fell.

Picking up the knife as quickly as possible, the wind protected the spirit's face, blocking the sword light that attacked the spirit. The man in black didn't want to hurt the wind, and while deliberately avoiding the wind, he let the 12-year-old wind resist regardless of his life, and the battle was a draw.

This tie is just a time occupation, the other party is an adult, and the martial arts are all good. Dealing with a child, sooner or later, it is not a problem. I saw a man in black who took the lead in it, and slashed directly at Ling's back from behind.

At that moment, Feng found that it was too late to pull away the spirit, and it was too late to think. Looking at this little girl who was her own baby, Feng didn't blink his eyes, and turned around to block in front of Ling.

The sound of the knife entering the flesh and blood seems to be slowed down by wirelessness, obviously the sound is not loud, but it is a sadness that goes straight to the hearts of the people. The moment the knife came out of the flesh, blood was splashed.

Watching the wind fall in front of her, Ling's heart was so distressed that she couldn't help herself, and this was the first time she felt heart-rending as a child.

"Wind, wind, wind, how's it doing to you? You don't want to be fine, you can't be okay••••••" Ling hugged the wind and cried helplessly, tears already staining her dirty, but still so immature face.

"Ling'er, I'm fine, don't cry, be good, don't cry." The wind lifted his free left hand and wiped the tears from the spirit's face.

Fortunately, because Ling is only seven years old, he is short, and Feng is twelve years old after all, which is much taller than Ling. The knife didn't hit the wind's chest, but it slashed into the wind's thigh.

With that knife, I really didn't want the wind to die. But just a little, just a little, almost made Feng an inhumane eunuch in this life, it's really dangerous.

Blood stained the wind-stained patched pants and stained the ground. The wind lying in Ling's arms hurt so much that he couldn't do it, but he was still desperately enduring it, comforting the Lingya who was crying red in her eyes.

At that moment, the spirit really regretted not learning kung fu well. If it weren't for her drag, with the wind's martial arts, maybe she would have been able to escape by herself. The wind has been protecting her all the way, and has never let go of her hand and protected her under his maximum protection range.

Holding the wind, the spirit saw so much blood flowing from his legs, desperately trying to stop the bleeding with his hands. But that little hand could not stop the bleeding wound. The helpless child would only cry, and the blood that was still flowing would not stop at all because of her tears.

A few black-clothed men with big knives on the side were also stunned when they saw that the wind was injured. They never thought that the wind would block the knife, and they didn't strike again for a while.

Time seemed to be very slow, ticking and ticking, watching the poor two beggars, and not stopping for them. If it weren't for the cry of the spirit and the blood still flowing from the wind, I might have thought that time had stopped!