Zhao Zihan's countless dreams have already made others bigger, and after eavesdropping just now, he has already gained insight into what the hell this human race is fighting.

Life is always like this, most of the time it always makes you out of breath, but once the breath comes, you can't hold it back at all.

Well, this is coming, or is it a different kind of life in Yan Mu'er's mouth?

So, he said, "I'm alone, and I don't have any plans, but I beg my uncle to give me a bite to eat, so that I don't starve to death." ”

When Zhao Zhengqian heard this, his heart felt like he had put down a big stone, and he inadvertently replaced it with a more cordial smile.

He said: "You can recuperate with peace of mind first, your parents are newly mourned, and you must mourn and change." ”

Zhao Zihan nodded, pretending to look sad, but he was not really sad after all, and it was inevitable that it would be plausible.

Zhao Zhengqian looked at Zhao Zihan with a blank look, sighed, and slowly retreated.

With red eyes, Mrs. Zhao picked out a lantern alone, waited in the corridor, and saw the old man walking out of the child's room, and closed the door lightly with his backhand, and his steps seemed to be a little brisk.

Zhao Zhengqian bowed lightly at Mrs. Zhao, Mrs. Zhao's eyes were red, but tears fell...... Within three days, several small things happened in Zhaojiabao one after another:

1st piece:

Tao'er, the personal girl next to the patriarch's wife, came out: Mrs. said that Young Master Han went out to blow the wind a few days ago, but accidentally drowned, but it was fine.

God willing, but his illness has since recovered, and he will be able to go down to the ground in about a few days.

The second piece:

When Zhao Caili, the second girl of the patriarch's family, went to the third wife's house to pick loquats, she said to the third grandmother: Grandma, can't you finish picking loquats!

Although the third grandmother is old, her ears are fine, but she heard clearly, tilted her head and asked: Why?

My mom said my brother was going to be good and he had to leave a little bit for my brother.

The third grandmother was overjoyed when she heard this, and took a bamboo pole to beat a group of boys and girls on the loquat tree, and then beat her away.

The boss has a loquat tree, which is yellow and round, which makes people look forward to it, and love it can't be loved......

3rd piece:

Last night, there was a fire in the back garden of the patriarch's mansion in the middle of the night, burning a side hall, and the fire was raging.

The clansmen and the servants of the outer house rushed in in a panic and hurry, wanting to go in to put out the fire, but were stopped by Mrs. Zhao and others:

It's okay, the old man is here! Han'er has lived in this hall for a long time, and he is seriously ill there, and he is burned well, and he is burned well.

Now that Han'er is doing well, she will come out soon to meet you, so please go back.

Madame's face was full of tears when she said this, and everyone only said that Young Master Han was finally sick, and Madame was so happy that she burst into tears, didn't she?

......

Zhao Zhengqian and his wife were packing their son's ashes in a small jar, and the two couples hugged the jar and cried silently. Then, enduring his grief, he had an all-night long talk with Zhao Zihan.

...... It's not impossible for me to pretend to be their son.

It's just that this dad and mother shouted - Uncle Zhao, although he is a hateful human race, saved my life after all. The grace of saving lives is like re-creation, so I call my uncle and aunt Daddy, and that's nothing.

But this son is difficult to do.

At the thought of being a son to others, especially a son of the personal race, Zhao Zihan felt unhappy in his heart, this is not admitting a thief... Hi Hi... It's not an ordinary awkwardness in my heart......

However, can you actually enter Qingyangmen?

The dead Zhao Zihan turned out to be a disciple of Qingyangmen, but he fell ill before he could enter the mountain, which is too coincidental!

Alright then, I'll go inside the enemy.

Zhao Zihan thought about it, and suddenly felt that something was wrong: he was regarded by the demon clan as a spy of the human race, and he had been abandoned by the demon clan.

Who is the enemy, who is not the enemy? Are you now a human race or a demon race? I can't help but be extremely depressed for a while, and I sigh in my heart: Grandma is not close, uncle is not loved, life is better than death!

"You are a ninth-level qi refiner, and your qualifications are not bad, but they are comparable to my child. You seem to have the dragon sword qi on you, it was given to you by that stranger, right?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the stranger who taught you the exercises should be my former classmate. ”

"His intention is naturally to wait for you to have some foundation in cultivation, or when you grow up, he will accept you into the Demon Slaying Society. ”

"But now that your identity has changed, forget about that layer!"

"Your demon slaying sword technique, naturally, I taught it. ”

When Zhao Zhengqian spoke, he showed both "smart" and confident reasoning ability, and the logic was clear, and the killing was decisive, which made Zhao Zihan stunned for a moment, and "admired" in his heart.

I only heard Zhao Zhengqian continue: "You can relax, your appearance is difficult to distinguish between us as fathers and mothers, and the others will not say it." ”

"Besides, since your mother and I have recognized you, who can still talk nonsense?"

"How can a father or mother mistake her son in this world?"

Zhao Zihan nodded "blankly", his mouth moved, and he snorted: "......"

"Zhao Zihan" brought Zhao Zihan some brand-new clothes the next day, and said, "You can wear it first, and I will redo it for you immediately." ”

Zhao Zihan took it, and his wife patted her hands, and two thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls came, and they changed them for him with their hands and feet.

I touched it, my hand was not slippery, I walked a few times, fluttering in the wind, lighter than a feather. I felt a little strange in my heart: this is silk? I can't imagine that such a rural home of the human race also wears silk brocade!

In Lancheng, except for Qiao Una, who often wears silk clothes, the other chiefs rarely wear them, not to mention ordinary demons. Even Guo Po will wear a silk gown on a grand occasion, looking fluttering.

However, Zhao Zihan felt very awkward: although this robe was silky, it was very cool.

But how can anyone wear my linen or cotton shorts and shirts so much that everyone loves flowers and flowers?

At this time, footsteps sounded at the other end of the corridor, and soon a girl in a white linen skirt and a pale green cotton shirt appeared, thirteen or fourteen years old.

She carried a delicate wooden plate filled with yellow-orange-orange loquats, freshly washed and dripping.

Zhao Zihan's eyes lit up: How beautiful this is! The human race can also wear it like this!

Looking at Madame, he pointed to the girl with his left hand and said, "I like that kind of clothes......!"

"Brother, you're really good!"

The girl's eyes showed a joyful brilliance, and she jumped in front of Qizihan in a few steps, and Zhao Zihan's speech was suddenly interrupted.

"You... I... Sister?" Zhao Zihan looked at Mrs. Zhao and asked with difficulty.

Mrs. Zhao nodded, and her face showed the first faint smile since she saw her. Then he turned around and shouted at the little girl: "What are you running blindly? Your brother has just recovered from a serious illness, and he may not remember many things, so you should remind him a lot!"

Mrs. Zhao was fierce, but the little girl didn't seem to be afraid, and said nonchalantly: "I know my mother, as long as my brother still recognizes me, what he doesn't remember, I'll teach him." ”

Zhao Zihan reacted: Well, remember Zhao... Uncle said her name was Zhao Caili, and I think she is a bit like the little dragon girl Lan Lan.

So, Zhao Zihan made a straight face and said to this cheap sister: "Liu Caili, start with Ming'er and help me recover my memory!"

"Sister" was stunned: Finally, she called me by my name again as before?

But this voice...?

Brother is seriously ill, it's not strange to forget something, why is the voice so different?

There are still some strange feelings, what is it, but I can't say it, I can't help but look at "brother" a few times in confusion, and hand over the wooden plate in his hand:

"This is specially left for you by the third grandmother, I worked hard to pick it for you, you will eat some. ”

......

There is a river to the east of Zhaojiabao called the Aircraft River, as for why it is called such a name?

The old people said that it was handed down from ancient times, and there was a huge airport by the river in ancient times, and in the past few years, there were archaeological experts from the royal court wandering around along the river.

The Airplane River is not big or small, but it is very long, and I have heard that this river is the only river that flows out of the vast and boundless wasteland.

Some old people also said that it was the underground Yin River of the wasteland that came out of the ground to form such a river, and it was about 200 kilometers up the river to the wasteland.

When Zhao Zihan knew these things, his eyes almost fell in shock: if he didn't make a mistake, he was knocked out of the ground by the big python and fell into the Yin River, where there were still three hundred kilometers away from the southern edge of the wasteland.

So, haven't I drifted more than 500 kilometers in the river?

Forehead drop mother!

I remember that when I first woke up, Zhao Zhengqian counted the approximate distance of Zhao Zhai to here, and then said: You have a ninth-level qi refining to protect your heart, and it is normal to not die for 200 kilometers.

But what if it's 500 kilometers? What if it's from the Yin River?

Zhao Zihan tilted his head and thought about it again, as if he had been dreaming along the way: Is that a place called "Earth Star"?

Then, the beautiful Hong Kong Island, the beautiful Hong Kong River, and the waves of the sea can be faintly heard when you sleep at night?

People meet in the morning and always say to each other: touch you!

？？......

Then take the "high-speed rail" to Shenchuan City? After getting off the train, buy a rose, take out the "mobile phone", and "beep" at a graphic "beep", even if you finish paying, you can leave directly?

Scan the code to pay?

Zhao Zihan suddenly thought of an archaeological lecture he had listened to before, and sighed in his heart: Professor Huang Gusi, the archaeological community's interpretation of the ancient word of scanning code payment may be wrong, right?

What kind of scanning code payment is to make a white slip, that is, the ancients had no money to buy things on credit, isn't it?

... What am I buying roses for? I've always been a single dog, and I don't have a B number in my heart......

Oh no, I'm not a single dog anymore, and I've recently had a "white bone spirit" girlfriend who works in Fukagawa City.

No wonder I walked and smelled the roses in my hand, and my heart felt like a happy boat rippling, walking lightly......

......

There's a problem.

Yang Qingshan, you go to die!

How many places have you been, and when will my dream come to an end?

Zhao Zihan felt chills in his heart, always worried that he would never be able to come back for a day and a dream.

If it's a desert island-like place, or even the lair of an eight-legged monster, it's more than his uncle!

......

Zhao Caili had some doubts these days, but she still insisted on helping her brother recover her memory every day, and slowly she stopped wondering.

I heard that the demon clan in the north was originally "human", but thousands of years ago, many of them actually grew horns, and there were many strange shapes.

My brother is sick, but his voice has become different from before, so what's so strange?