The cold heart and cold shadow hid in the ruined temple for half a night, and finally they were not worried about their father and mother, so the two decided to return to the house. Due to his short stature, which makes it easy to hide, Hankage's memory is excellent, and he followed the path he came, hiding and hiding along the way, and returned to Fuchu.

As soon as I entered the door, the corpses all over the ground came into view, and the originally neat mansion was already in a mess and dilapidated everywhere. The cold heart passed all the way, and finally found the cold corpse in the pile of corpses, which had long since died. Numerous sword wounds on his body. Hanxin shouted to Hanying, who was still looking: "Brother! ”

Han Ying saw the corpse lying on the side, and walked over step by step, his heavy steps seemed to weigh a thousand gold. The original pair of shiny little eyes were already red at this time, and they were red and dripping blood. Standing next to the cold corpse and kneeling, the cold heart seemed to have a sword through it, and it hurt, it hurt through the heart.

The second time I felt this way, it was the same as when my parents died in my previous life, it turned out that I had already regarded the cold couple as my parents, and they gave me the love that I hadn't enjoyed in all these years. Hanxin looked at the cold corpse, the always warm embrace was gone, the doting eyes were gone, everything seemed to have become extremely cold, just like this world.

The cold shadow on the side suddenly spoke: "Let's bury my father!" Chill nodded. With all their strength, the two villains moved the cold corpse to the corner of the backyard little by little, and found a shovel to bury the cold corpse bit by bit.

After burying it, Hanying watched the dead silence in this huge mansion, walked into the main hall, lit all the curtains, and walked out of the side door with Hanxin's hand. looked at the fire of the military department and said, "I'll be back!" A simple word is both a decision and a vow. The original naïve child seems to have grown up overnight, but the innocent smile is long gone.

After a while, the monstrous flames reflected the red of Longdu, and the luxurious mansion that had been standing was reduced to ashes overnight.

The two children knew that they were not capable enough to protect themselves now, so in order to hide their eyes, Han Xin and Han Ying painted a white and tender little face black, changed into gorgeous clothes, and changed into a tattered cloth clothes, looking like two down-and-out little beggars from a distance, and no one looked at them when they walked in the crowd. Han Ying's maternal grandfather was a prominent family in Yangcheng in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, but it took five days to ride a horse from Longdu to Yangcheng, let alone walk. Now, in order to survive, Han Ying has to run to Yangcheng with a cold heart.

For some reason, there are always officers and soldiers tracking down the whereabouts of the two children along the way. In order to avoid being traced, the two siblings can only beg along the streets and survive as beggars. It's been two days, the gate of Longdu City has been strictly checked, the two children can't go out at all, and they hardly eat anything, and the five-year-old body can't stand it at all, plus the wind and cold. Seeing his sister's weak appearance, a trace of distress flashed in Hanying's eyes. Sitting in the broken temple with Han Xin, he said, "Ah Xin, you are waiting for me here, and I will go find you something to eat." He turned around and walked out of the ruined temple.

Han Ying came to Tianfu Street, and the whole street was full of people and traffic. From time to time, a few soldiers patrolling the streets walked by, Han Ying's small body shrunk in a rag, his face covered with black dirt had long obscured his original appearance, and he leaned forward and looked like a little beggar who had been begging for a long time, walking inconspicuously in the crowd. The fragrance of buns came, and Han Ying followed the fragrance, and the white and fragrant buns made him swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

"If you can eat this bun with a cold heart, your body will definitely get better." Thinking so, Hanying had a flash of inspiration, found a spacious seat on the side of the road and sat down, and wrote a lyric in an instant. The proud literary brilliance made the passing road stop and watch from time to time, and after reading it, I couldn't help but be impressed by this unkempt little beggar, and then from time to time threw copper plates into the broken bowl in front of the cold shadow as a reward.

Hanying looked at the more and more copper plates, thinking that he could buy delicious buns for his sister, and his heart was happy.

"Yo, where did the little beggar come from? Dare to come and rob us of the ground! As soon as he finished speaking, he asked a few beggars next to him to grab the broken bowl in front of Han Ying, who held the broken bowl in his arms and said loudly: "You can't rob me of my money, this is to buy food for my sister!" He looked up firmly at the big beggar, who was a few heads above him, and tightened his hands as if he were caring for a treasure in his arms.

As if he hadn't heard it, the big beggar on the side said to a few beggars next to him, "Rob me!" Several tall beggars rushed forward in a few steps and reached out to snatch them into Hanying's arms, Hanying flashed left and right, unable to avoid being overturned to the ground, still holding the broken bowl with copper plates in his arms. A few beggars didn't expect this child to be so tough, so they raised their feet and beckoned to Han Ying, and with their fists and kicks, Han Ying couldn't reach it and fainted on the ground. A few beggars finally pulled out the broken bowl from Hanying's arms and turned to leave.

The originally vibrant cold shadow was now fainted in the corner like a torn dress, covered in scars and with a cloak scattered. Suddenly, a dark shadow slowly walked in, stretched out his hand to pick up the cold shadow, and walked towards the city gate, disappearing into the crowd in an instant.