"Heh, wait, there are so many tasks waiting for you to do, you walk around now, and I will let you know if there is a task to be issued." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Okay."

Wu Ming left from the gate, but he suddenly realized that he was very stupid, obviously he only needed to borrow a phone to use it to contact his mother and them, if they were not inside, wouldn't he have come in vain.

Wu Ming thought about this question as he walked to the tents he had entered, and he planned to find someone to borrow his mobile phone.

As he walked, Wu Ming had a strange feeling in his heart, he felt that as long as he walked into a tent, the people in the tent looked at him and wanted to bite him to death... But there was a hint of fear of him in the depths of this gaze.

Only in the tent that Wu Ming is facing now, an uncle in his forties is not as hostile as he is, and in his eyes, Wu Ming only sees self-blame and guilt.

Looking at the other tents, Wu Ming wondered if he was so scary? They all hate themselves so much...

A group of people appeared in the afterglow, and Wu Ming looked towards the place where the gate was.

A group of people walked out of the gate of the district government, and walking in front was a group of people carrying swords, guns, swords, and sticks, they all exuded a disgusting murderous aura all over their bodies, Wu Ming could feel that these people might have just experienced a bloody battle, he looked back at the Tang knife hanging on his backpack, and seemed to understand something.

Immediately after, another group of people walked out of the gate, looking around, all of them were women, each of them carrying a bag or two in their hands, which were filled with food and fresh water, they didn't look very old, but from the lifeless eyes on their faces, and the limping walking posture of some people, Wu Ming saw a lot of things, and he completely understood why the refugees around him were so hostile to him.

A young girl about twenty years old walked past Wu Ming with two bags, she secretly glanced at Wu Ming and lowered her head, and walked into the tent in front of Wu Ming silently.

"Don't be afraid, Xiaoting, Dad is here..."

The two of them hugged each other and cried.

Seeing this scene, Wu Ming felt that something was touched in his heart, but he quickly disappeared, because he knew that the things he saw in his dream coincided with the picture in front of him, there was no right or wrong, and there was no good or evil, which was pure, and it was the way for the weak to survive.

Selling one's body for food, clinging to the strong for survival, and becoming an existence that others despise for the sake of one's family, scenes emerge in my mind.

As Wu Ming saw in his dream, the one he fought for the people he cherished, but unfortunately he took the wrong path, and gradually pushed the people he cherished farther and farther away, until he fell in love, remembered, and forgot her...

Staring at the face of the girl in the tent in front of him, Wu Ming always felt very familiar, as if...

"Meng Xiaoting?"

"Who are you? What do you want to do! ”

Hearing Wu Ming's name, the girl's movements paused, and she didn't raise her head, but her father's words had betrayed her.

The middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something, and said to Wu Ming with a dark face.

"You've mistaken someone!"

"yes, I'm sorry."

There was no nonsense, Wu Ming turned around and left, he could feel that if he said a few more words, Meng Xiaoting's father might really rush up and fight with him.

Speaking of which, when I was in high school, Wu Ming and Meng Xiaoting were at the same table, although the relationship between the two was not very good, but it was not so bad that they didn't say hello when they met.

"Yo, lovers?"

Before Wu Ming could take two steps, a person leaned towards Wu Ming and made a strange sound.

Wu Ming turned his head to look at the person, and saw a young man with red hair walking towards Wu Ming, playing with the nunchucks in his hand while walking, a shabby jacket that looked very dirty, judging from the appearance, Wu Ming gave this product a maximum of 3 points, which made people feel sick to their stomachs when they looked at it, oh yes, the full score is about 100.

"What's the matter, what do you see, if you want to fight, just say it."

Wu Ming looked at the person in front of him speechlessly, he didn't know where he had provoked him, and he ran over to find fault for no reason.

The red-haired young man stopped what he was doing, only to see him talking about nunchucks clamped around his waist and pointing at Meng Xiaoting with his finger.

"This, my horse, you know?"

Wu Ming came to his senses at this time, it turned out that it was because of this, although there was no friendship between himself and Meng Xiaoting, but the current appearance of the red hair really made Wu Ming feel very unhappy.

"So what?"

"So you're M, so!"

Hearing Wu Ming's rhetorical question, the red hair suddenly looked like a fried cat, threw out the nunchucks and whipped at Wu Ming.

I saw Wu Ming turn sideways and half-pull out the Tang knife hanging on the backpack, the nunchucks hit the blade and hit a spark, while the attack was blocked, the blade was not damaged at all, but there was a deep gap left on the nunchucks, which looked like it might break at any time, and this nunchucks were scrapped.

Wu Ming found that the doorman obviously saw his current situation, but no one was willing to take care of the guy in front of him, it seems that there is no prohibition on private fighting, so since he wants to fight, who is afraid of whom?

Wu Ming neatly pulled out the knife, and the blade slashed at the red hair in front of him with a cold light in the next second.

Redfur jerked a big step back.

Almost!

"You!"

Hongmao looked at the narrow cut from the collar to the waist of his clothes, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva, he could feel that the guy in front of him didn't care about his life or death when he swung the knife, if he hadn't dodged this knife, maybe this life would have been confessed here.

Wu Ming didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, he slowly put away the Tang knife in the surprised gaze of the red hair, and hung it on his back.

He could feel that when he was swinging the knife, there were several people not far away who put their eyes on him, and one of them made Wu Ming feel dangerous.

"I'm sorry, she's not my horse, is there anything else you can do?"

"You kid..."

The red hair seemed to be very angry, but he held back, and did not make a random move at Wu Ming, the red hair broke his mouth and spat on the star, and after putting away the nunchucks, he didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Just as Wu Ming was about to leave, he saw several people walking towards him, the one in front of them was dressed in a suit and carrying a pair of metal finger covers, Wu Ming could feel a sense of mental depression in him.

It seemed that the red-haired man nodded and said hello to the man in the suit as he passed by.