The unchanging deserted village began to become illusory, Mu Chen stood in place, indifferent to what was happening around him, and at this moment he was immersed in the fragments of memories about the little prince.

Outside a magnificent mansion, a little fat man who was only five or six years old walked out of the mansion with a little snot running between his nose, and then played alone outside the mansion.

"Hey, everyone, look, this little fool in the prince's mansion has come out. As soon as the older children saw the little fat man, they gathered around, and saw that their clothes were not as bright as those of the little fat man, and they knew that they had been born in a commoner family.

"You can't call him a fool in the future, his eldest brother died in battle, and now he is a rightful little prince!" said one of the children.

"Hehe, even if it's a little prince, he's not a fool. Hahahaha!"

"I'm not a fool! You are a fool! My eldest brother is the second-ranked master of the younger generation, how can he die outside the gate! Don't talk nonsense!" The five-year-old little fat man still had a milky voice, and he argued angrily.

"I don't believe that he is a fool, your eldest brother was hung on the wall outside the gate, and the whole city knows about it, but your younger brother still doesn't know, what are you not a fool!"

"You guys talk nonsense again! Look at the moves! Magical powers!

A column of water appeared out of thin air, drenching several civilian children.

"It's so comfortable, little fool, a few more times, this ghost weather is too hot!haha!"

"Woo, I'm not stupid, my eldest brother is not dead...... No dead ......"

"What are you dalits doing!" a child's voice sounded, and a half-human tall black dog suddenly burst out, startling the group of civilian children to retreat.

There were three children behind him, but they were all dressed in brocade clothes, and they were obviously the children of a rich family.

As soon as the little fat man saw the visitor, he ran to one of the children crying, hugged him and cried and said, "Unruly, they say my eldest brother is dead!

That child looked exactly the same as when Mu Chen was five or six years old.

"How can your eldest brother die if he is so powerful, don't listen to their nonsense. The thinnest and tallest child patted the little fat man on the shoulder and comforted.

"They...... They also said that I was a fool! I said that my eldest brother would not die, they were really stupid!" the little prince burst into tears and laughed, pointing to the few civilian children and said.

"They say you're a fool?" the child, who was being held by the little fat man, turned grim with a gloomy look that was grossly inappropriate for his age, and his fingertips flashed with an arc of lightning, and he raised his steps and strolled towards the civilians.

The "zizi" sound of the arc is not small, and it has already overshadowed the sound of cicadas on the trees.

"You, what do you want to do!" the civilian children said in alarm.

"Untouchables, how dare you be disrespectful to the people of the three clans!!" The arc of the child's fingertips became stronger and stronger, and the killing intent in his eyes was not like what a six or seven-year-old child could emit.

"We are not untouchables! Our parents are both from the Wufu, and we will also enter the Wufu to study in the future! Even if you are from the upper three clans, you can't touch us!" said a few of the commoner children.

"Uninhibited, forget it. They didn't do anything to me either. The little prince stepped forward and pulled the corner of the child's clothes.

"Yes, unruly, your thunder origin is too domineering, you are still uncontrollable and free, if you kill them by mistake, the contradiction between the upper three clans and the civilians will deepen again, but they will have to make a fuss again. I heard my father say that those people in the martial arts are annoying. One of them also persuaded the child.

"Wufu? It's just the forces of the civilians who are uniting against my three clans, and it's nothing in the eyes of my Wenren lord! But it's really troublesome to kill them, and if you don't do it, you'll have to be served by your mother's family law again. The boy stopped.

Everyone present, including those noble children who were with the little prince, breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that as soon as their mood relaxed, the kid flicked his fingers, and the arc in his hand shot out instantly, and said coldly: "The glory of the upper three clans is not something that a little pariah can trample on. A small arc with a small pariah, or it will be fatal, at most the legs and feet will be paralyzed for a few months. ”

As soon as the words fell, the civilian children convulsed instantly, and then fell to the ground foaming at the mouth.

"Unruly, you!" several people stopped talking.

"Don't forget, why the little prince's mind is growing up a little slower than ordinary people now. If it weren't for him, we would have died in the mire on the outskirts of the city a year ago! Those sluts insulted him with such words, and today this lesson is already cheap!"

......

The picture turned again, and Mu Chen was still so unaware.

It's a field on the outskirts of the city. The fields are large and endless.

A few bare-bottomed children chased frantically through the field.

"Hahahaha!" I finally got rid of the tail that followed us!" shouted a swarthy child, who looked no more than five or six years old, laughing as he ran.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's so comfortable to play in the fields, no wonder those common children always like to play in the fields!" said a tall, thin boy who quickly took off his pants and stepped on the mud in the field.

"Hey, Murong Xue, why don't you come down, take off your knees quickly! The feeling of the wind blowing your ass is comfortable!" said the child who was exactly the same as Mu Chen's five or six years old when he was five or six years old and said to a boy behind him with a smile.

The boy glanced over and said to a few people, "I'll help you look at your clothes, the mud is dirty, I don't want to dirty my clothes." ”

"It's really boring, then you can help us look at the clothes, unruly, Nangong Xuan, Yuwenzhu, I'm here!" The five or six-year-old little fat man quickly took off all his clothes, jumped into the field, picked up a piece of black mud on the ground and threw it at them.

A group of four people chased in the field, and laughter filled the empty field, running farther and farther.

"What kind of place is this, why is it such a big quagmire!" cried the swarthy child.

"I'll come too!Haha, it's so comfortable in the quagmire here!" the thin boy followed at this moment, and ran into the mire as well.

"Hey, you guys come out quickly, dare to go into the quagmire, but I heard my eldest brother say that getting stuck in the quagmire is a troublesome thing, and if you don't know it, you will have to worry about your life!" The child, who was the same as Mu Chen's head, suddenly stopped, looked at the two people in the quagmire and frowned.

"Fear for our lives, unruly, you're here to scare us again, aren't we good!" the swarthy child smiled disapprerovingly, but as he spoke, he took a few steps deeper into the quagmire.

"Nangong Gong, don't go any further!" said the child, who was the same as Mu Chen.

"It's okay, it's okay, isn't it me, if there is really an accident, I'll pull him. The thin child said with a smile.

"Haha, are you really not going to come down?" the swarthy child was still moving towards the middle of the quagmire, and at this moment he did not forget to shout to the two people on the edge of the quagmire.

It's just that as soon as the words fell, the dark child's face suddenly changed.

"I ...... How do I feel like I'm sinking!" The swarthy kid panicked.

"Don't worry, take my hand. The thin child was not far from him, and at this moment he stretched out his hand to the swarthy child and said.

When the swarthy child heard this, he grabbed the little hand that reached over.

That's when the unexpected happened.

The thin child was obviously not as strong as the swarthy child, and with the strength of the mire sinking, he was actually pulled into the center of the quagmire by the swarthy boy for a while!

"You two don't move! I heard my eldest brother say that the deeper you fall into the quagmire, the deeper you move! I will pull you with the little prince, but you must not move!" said the child, who was the same as Mu Chen's head, said urgently.

As soon as the words fell, he lay on the ground, and then crawled slowly towards the two people in the quagmire, and said as he crawled: "Little prince, follow me and pull my feet." ”

It's just that the kid still underestimated the power of sinking in the quagmire after all, and for a while, except for the little fat man, all three of them were trapped in the quagmire.

At this time, the children who were in charge of the clothes of a few people not far away also saw the bad situation of several people, and they didn't care about the clothes in their hands, and ran directly in the direction where the few people were.

"Murong Xue, leave us alone, go and get back those tails that we threw off!" "The child who was the same as Mu Chen's head shouted at the child who ran over.

The boy saw that everyone was in a deep quagmire, apparently aware of the seriousness of the problem, nodded, and without the slightest hesitation, ran quickly in the direction from which he came.

It's just that time passed minute by minute, but the bodies of the three people sank deeper and deeper.

The swarthy child who fell into the quagmire at the beginning has now reached his chest, and the thin child has fallen into the quagmire from the waist down.

Seeing this, the little fat man was in his heart, and without saying a word, he threw himself into the quagmire, and then said to several people: "I'm fat, it's not so easy to sink, you guys hurry up and pull my body." In this way, the speed of sinking will be much slower, and there will be plenty of time to wait for Murong Xue to find someone to come over. ”

Sure enough, a few people were on the body of the little fat man lying on his back on the quagmire, but the sinking speed was much slower.

"Little prince, how did you know that there was such a method?" the thin young man asked puzzled.

"Hehe, when my eldest brother went on an expedition to the eight-thousand-mile prairie, there were a lot of swamps, which were much more terrifying than this quagmire, and it was common for spies to get caught in it, and they all relied on this method to delay time and wait for the large army to save people. The little fat man smiled and said a little sarcastically.

It's just that with the passage of time, there is no trace of Murong Xue.

At this moment, half an hour has passed, and the situation is indeed not optimistic.