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What is rare is that the black eyes are pure and beautiful.

Let's not talk about the beauty of the small figure.

With a beard and messy hair, but deep eyes, he looked up at the sunset on the horizon.

There is a hint of worry and sorrow.

"Wow~!"

"Whoa~!"

"呲~"

"呲~"

Worry and amazement were interrupted by a voice behind him.

The small figure was less than one meter long, dragging the body of the Flying Roar, which was three meters taller than her and six meters long, from the water to the ground, and the two small hands carried the tail of the Flying Roar on their shoulders and pulled it on their backs.

Although it doesn't look like it's going to work, the little face is also red.

However, the small expression can be serious. Just bowed his head and dragged forward silently.

Worry and sorrow were replaced by warm apologies.

Although it is always said that she should accept her fate, she has always lived in this desolate and dangerous place with her, never crying or complaining.

Especially the comparison between the size of the small body and the flying roar, in addition to apologies in the eyes of the beard, there is also pity.

Sighing softly, he slowly stepped forward......

Bearded sat on the corpse of the Flying Roar.

“......”

The corpse that suddenly became heavier must have attracted the attention of the small figure, and he subconsciously looked back.

A smile that can't be hidden by a beard is presented in front of him...... From the corpse of the Flying Roar.

"Whew......! Whew......!!"

At first, the chest of the small body rose and fell and gasped, and when the smile became brighter and brighter, suddenly the little face was flushed, and he rushed directly towards the beard, frowning and shouting.

"Ahh!!h

"Huh. ”

The beard caught the stinky thing, and she beat and complained: "Aren't they all very neat?

"Roll !!"

The little figure smashed his fist at him.

The beard laughed: "Who will raise you if I get out?"

"Ahhh~"

Simply put it on his mouth and bit his face, only to bite his beard.

"Poof!Phew~!"

Spit in disgust.

"Haha!!"

With a smile on his cheeks, he hugged the little figure who was still pulling the hair from his tongue with his fingers, got up and stood up, holding the little figure with one hand, dragging the body of the flying roar with one hand, and slowly walked forward.

"Don't say it. ”

The beard was silent, and slowly dragged forward and hugged the little figure: "Without the innate divine power of you and Long Wu, it would be quite difficult for me to drag it myself." ”

The little figure spat a few more times, and when he said this, he tapped his head and struggled to go down.

"No need. ”

The beard simply carried her on her shoulders, let her ride her neck, and dragged the flying roar with both hands.

The little figure giggled at this time, tugging at his hair.

Head towards the edge of the Monster Mountain Range.

There, it is the closest, and it is also a relatively fixed, gathering place.

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"Your Excellency is back. ”

"Your Highness has also returned. ”

"Is it a flying roar?"

"It looks like it's done again. ”

"Sure enough, it has to be the Lord and His Highness?"

Bonfires, tents, on the border of the Warcraft Mountains. Very familiar, near the stone house.

At this time, more than two dozen sturdy outcasts laughed and stepped forward to greet them. But there were three big dogs who were faster than them, and they were extremely tall and vicious. However, he rushed in front of the bearded and small figures, wagging his tail and sticking out his tongue in circles. Seeing that the two of them ignored them, they went up and roared around the flying corpse and howled.

Instead, the bearded man looked ahead and sat quietly in front of the three-meter-tall white-haired figure facing the sunset, and called out with a smile.

The white figure turned around, screamed, and fell to the ground with elegant and toned limbs, and slowly trotted over to this side.

Ice God.

The black pupil glanced at Feitian and roared, but didn't look again. The small figure that was plucked from the neck by the bearded hand and thrown up, walked towards the bonfire together.

"Wait for me to wash up and tidy up and cook. ”

The bearded man squatted casually at the mouth of a well, and there were already outcasts who took the first step to carry water in a wooden bucket.

The beard smiled and thanked him, the other party subconsciously saluted, and the beard washed his face with the bucket.

"Your Excellency. ”

An outcast in his twenties, thin and not tall, but with a calm temperament, stepped forward and saluted the beard who washed his face and hands: "You guys take a rest and leave it to us to deal with." ”

The beard nodded casually, squatted there and exhaled: "It's time to rest." ”

Moving his body, he stood up with his beard: "I'm really tired ......"

The small figure riding the ice god happened to pass by, pouted and squinted at him, and was seen by the beard.

"What does it smell like at such a young age?"

With a casual inhalation, he sucked the little figure from the ice god and hugged her, ignoring her struggle and thrashing, and motioned for the outcast to fetch another bucket of water.

"The girl's family, I don't know how to be clean. ”

Looking at the blood stains and dirty smell on the little figure's body, the beard grinned back in disgust: "It's always so dirty and smelly!!"

"Ahh

The little figure trembled out of anger, raised its leg and kicked him, bit him, and smashed his fist at him.

The outcasts who were busy sorting out the corpses of the flying roar around couldn't help but laugh when they saw this scene. Very warm appearance.

The beard also smiled and pressed the small figure, washed her face and hands, and changed her clothes before going to bed at night.

Slowly, it was getting darker, and the campfire was warmer and brighter.

――

"Zira~"

In a large iron pot, pour in the oil. Inexplicably, what plants are chopped into minced pieces and burst into the pot to burst out of the aroma, and the vegetables are poured into the pot and stir-fried.

The beard was stirring with a shovel at this time. But unconsciously glanced at the side, it turned out that there was an iron pot there.

In addition to the dirty clothes, but the hands, face, and hair were all washed clean, the small figure squatted there at this time and looked at the other cauldron with the lid, and the beautiful eyes were staring intently.

It's just that his fingers subconsciously bite into his mouth and swallow saliva from time to time.

"That...... That who. ”

The bearded beard casually called the skinny leader-like outcast before: "Come and help me fry a few times." ”

The leader of the emaciated outcasts came over, bowed down and took the frying spoon and stir-fried, looking very skilled.

The beard was already squatting beside the little figure, holding her with a smile: "Hungry?"

The little figure didn't speak, just leaned slightly against him, and his eyes didn't move for a moment, just looking at it.

Beard smiled, rubbed her hair, sat down cross-legged, and took out the document again.

Several pieces of paper are handwritten. But it seems that there is something else to come with.

Of course, it is also paper, but the content is neat, and the font is regular, and it is all printed.

And it is bilingual, lingua franca and kanji.

There are even some pictures on it.

It's just that the overall tone is black and white, and there is no color outside.

Bachelor's City 3rd Daily.

It is the six big characters in the center, Chinese characters.

Of course, the above is still dominated by the lingua franca.

The little figure listened to the sound of opening the newspaper, and was finally attracted to it, and then lay on the knees of the beard, and the beautiful eyes were curious.

"Annually...... Bachelor's City ...... Sanctuary School ...... Martial Arts Class...... Battles?"

Sweet and milky voice read a full page of headlines. After reading it, he looked up at the beard. The beard looked calmly while rubbing her little face.

Seeing that the other party did not correct it, it means that he read it correctly.

The small figure stepped forward and continued to watch. Suddenly, he pointed to a picture with text: "It's Flying String Sugree." ”

The beard slapped her ass, didn't look away, just said casually: "Call Auntie, don't be rude." ”

The little figure bit her fingers: "She asked me to call my sister, and you asked me to call my aunt." That's not called anything at all. ”

The beard looked at her in surprise: "Is it okay like this?"

The little figure said in a sweet and milky voice: "As long as you dare to think, you can do it." ”

The beard suddenly put away the newspaper, dragged the little short body across his lap, and raised his hand to twitch.

"Get out!!"

The little figure struggled to dodge, glaring at him with a small frown.

The thin outcast who was stir-frying the big pot of vegetables over there looked at it with a smile, and looked at the small figure with a beard: "As long as I dare to think, I can do it." ”

The little figure raised his leg and kicked it, the beard ignored her, and continued to read the newspaper, and soon the little figure rubbed over, rested his chin on his knee, and continued to read.

"Steam locomotive...... Miniaturization of ...... Ideation ......"

"New Poetry...... Minstrel...... Target...... Gender ......"

"Clothing...... Revolution...... Target...... New Fashion ......"

The little figure just read the title one by one, biting his fingers and reading it seriously.

Unconsciously, the outcasts who were busy with each other also looked at this side, and they all listened quietly without making a sound.

"Outcasts...... Civilization...... ...... to the mainland Target...... Impact ......"

After a pause, he was watching the news of the battle between the Bachelor City and the martial arts class of the Holy Court School. At this time, I couldn't help frowning slightly, attracted by a title read by the small figure.

And the little figure is still reading, but at this point, it's a little stuck.

"Dragon City...... Mall...... Target...... Society...... Well...... Social ......"

The little figure bit her fingers, her brows furrowed, and there were two words behind "society", but she looked at it for a long time and didn't read it.

"Miniature. ”

While looking at the article titled "The Influence of Outcast Culture on the Mainland", he casually pointed it out.

The little figure endured those two words carefully, and then raised his head: "What is a miniature?"

The beard paused for a moment, roughly finished reading the article on the influence of outcast culture on the mainland, rubbed her hair and spoke: "A metaphor can represent a specific and subtle person or thing with the same type of characteristics. ”

Looking at the direction of the Warcraft Mountain Range, the bearded man held the small figure in his arms and pointed ahead: "For example, in the Warcraft Mountain Range, the more marginal the area, the lower the level of the Warcraft." The deeper the mountain range, the higher the level of the monster. This is the epitome of the God-given continent. The marginal, the poorer environment is a relatively degraded race, and the best land, the most concentrated and abundant resources, is occupied by humans. ”

The little figure thought for a moment and looked at the beard: "But the Ice God and the Frost Giant Wolf are both on the outskirts of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, and they are not the weakest, the lowest level. ”

Huhu smiled and hugged her: "So, ah, such a miniature is real." For example, we outcasts are at the bottom of society, but do you think we are the weakest now, or will we always be the weakest?"

The little figure looked at the beard with beautiful eyes, and leaned on his arms with a half-loud pout: "Don't talk nonsense." I'm going to eat. ”

The beard's expression suddenly froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Then he suddenly opened the lid of the pot and was about to stuff it directly into the little figure.

"No!! no!!"

The little figure hugged the neck of the beard tightly and shouted that he didn't let go, but the beard didn't move, just looked at the little figure with an expressionless face.

The little figure also frowned and looked at him.

"Poof. ”

"Huh. ”

The outcast, who had been listening carefully, suddenly burst out laughing.

At this time of the day, when Your Excellency and His Highness are around, it is the happiest time for them.

Because every day, adults and His Highness interact like this, and it is warm.

Just like every day for three years.

The leader of the emaciated outcasts took out the stir-fried vegetables from the pot and filled them with water to boil.

Look at the stars gradually appearing in the sky.

Just like every day for three years......

In the blink of an eye, it's been three years.