A gust of night wind blew, and the tattered clothes on his body flew and flew around, and the night wind poured in through the tattered clothes, and he was hungry and cold, and his body was very weak, and he couldn't help but shiver. (Just to the Pen Fun Pavilion).. /.. /

Lowering his head and looking at the tattered clothes that were hanging on his body and stained red with blood, the smell of blood came to his nose, and he felt a chill in his heart.

Turning his eyes to the young man, the young man closed his eyes, lying quietly on the ground and could never open his eyes, he had been relieved of the suffering of the world.

No one knows where he came from? Where to go? What is the last name?

A loose shirt that didn't fit well, he hadn't washed it for a long time, he couldn't see the color, and it was dirty and loose on his body. Two holes were torn in the sleeves, revealing skinny arms.

Hunt Qi stood in front of him, and a sorrowful cry surged in his heart, and in a voice that only he could hear, he said in a low voice: "Brother is bothered, I want to borrow a set of clothes from you to wear, please forgive me." Hopefully that doesn't bother you. I will definitely see you off in the future, please rest assured. With that, he took his hands to rip off his clothes.

He dug a pit with his sword in both hands, dragged the boy into the pit, found some leaves to cover his body, buried it with earth, and looked at the new pile of earth that rose high, and the sword in his hand became tighter.

Hunt Qi stood in front of the grave in silence, and at the same time lamented his fate, and then kowtowed to him three times: "Brother, you go well." ”

Lifting the shirt and looking at it, although the clothes were old and dirty. Wash and wash well, but you can also cover your body. He frowned, and took off his shirt in pain.

A burst of pain hit, looked down, just digging the pit with too much force, just stopped the bleeding of the wound tore open a hole, the blood slowly seeped outward, if the wound is not treated in time, easy to inflammation, he carried the dirty clothes, came to the river, put the clothes aside.

The water was crystal clear, and in the moonlight, the head was unkempt, and a vague ghostly figure swayed on the surface of the river.

Hunting Qi, who has always loved cleanliness, was stunned for a while, and after a while, he sighed, held the water in both hands, cleaned the blood on his face, avoided the wound, and then washed the blood on his body.

Sitting on a rock, he took out the rest of the ointment and applied it to himself, and when he touched the ointment, the pain was relieved, and the bleeding stopped immediately.

He carried his clothes to the river, washed them, laid them on the stones, dried them, and put them on his body.

Crumpled his tattered clothes into a ball, buried them under a tree, and was busy for a while, because of excessive bleeding, he was a little frightened, and his head was a little dizzy, he leaned on the trunk of the tree, closed his eyes and rested for a while, and the little star in front of him gradually disappeared, and he resolutely got up, and his head would not leave the field that frightened him, Chapter 548 of the cruel test of the wilderness was crowded with people, very lively, the cries of selling were endless, and the smell of each other floated over, tempting the appetite.

He was penniless at this time, hungry, he had not eaten for a day, he was so hungry that he couldn't resist the temptation of food, he walked to the noodle stall, and looked at the stall owner who sold noodles and called desperately: "A bowl of noodles for a penny, economical and affordable, fragrant and refreshing, you still want to eat it." ”

tempted him to come to the noodle stall, looked at the noodles and swallowed his saliva desperately, then a diner came from outside, and pushed him in disgust: "Xiao Hanako get out, stay here, sweep the master's interest." Lost Lord's appetite. ”

The stall owner waved his hand to drive him away: "Go, go, don't stand here without money, it's an eyesore." Influence Lao Tzu to do business. ”

He took a deep breath, inhaled all the aroma of the noodles into his stomach, and secretly told himself: "I was lucky today, I ate a bowl of noodles and was full." “

Wangmei's thirst quenching didn't work, his stomach stirred even harder, and the cooing made him even hungrier. I didn't think of anything in my head, I couldn't hold anything anymore, and my mind was full of the cries of hawkers.

With the hawker's shouting, he unconsciously turned to an old man who sold steamed buns, this old man was kind-hearted, saw his face yellow and thin, a pair of eyes staring at the steamed buns, sympathy, quickly took out a steamed bun from the basket, handed it to him: "Hey! What year is this? Look, you kid has fled, poor boy is hungry, take it and eat it. ”

"Thank you, uncle." Hunt Qi hesitated, stretched out his hand, and just touched the steamed bun, ready to say thanks. Suddenly, a hint of banter flashed in front of the old man's eyes.

He was startled and quickly withdrew his hand. With his hands down, he turned his head to avoid the temptation of steamed buns, and his voice was low: "Thank you, I'm not hungry." "Turn around and go.