A small town with a radius of a kilometer, the world evaporated in an instant, leaving behind bloodstained wreckage, the ruins of countless buildings mixed with dust, and mottled blood could be vaguely seen dripping from the cracks of the ruins, leaving a bloody smell in the air. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Like a village washed away by a torrent, it is full of desolation.

Dust swept through the sky, and the canopy was a little darker, like a piece of gray paper.

Li Molan looked at all this with lost eyes, looking at the empty ruins.

The once peaceful town turned into a wasteland before his eyes, revealing the distant horizon and the surrounding barren grass.

There was a sense of pathos in the cozy air.

The hatred in his eyes almost turned into black ink, and his chest seemed to be clogged with something, and he couldn't breathe smoothly.

The two kind bosses who made a good impression on him died, they were the father and mother of the tiger, Li Molan suddenly remembered something, and when she turned around, she saw two children sitting on the ground in a sluggish state.

Huzi and Muzi sat on the ground stupidly, looking at this absolutely impossible nightmare scene, and tears the size of beans kept flowing out of their eyes.

But how can five or six-year-old children accept such a picture, they look at the ruins around them with empty eyes, look at the remnants of blood in the place where the boss and his wife were before, and the tears in their eyes flow more and more, the two children do not understand what happened, and they don't know why the town suddenly collapsed, why the father and mother suddenly died, and everything is still in front of them.

Whether it is for Huzi or Muzi, who has lived here for several years, the woman and the honest man are the whole sky of their home, they play under the care of the couple during the New Year's holidays, and when they meet the living, they hide behind their parents, and they only need to go home and talk about being bullied, and the mother will always carry an iron spoon to kill them, which is the only spiritual sustenance for older children.

But the sky suddenly collapsed, how could they accept it? So they could only keep crying, while telling themselves that it was just a dream, and when they woke up, their father and mother were still by their side.

Li Molan looked at the two young children who were sitting on the ground and crying, opened their mouths, but they couldn't speak, as if a stone was blocked in their hearts, stuffed there, unable to move.

He was sorry.

The redness in his eyes faded, leaving behind a dead silence of resentment.

He didn't expect that a big man like Yu Boya would do something angry with mortals, maybe it would not be a big deal for them to be like those angry people trampling a nest of ants to death on the side of the road.

But Li Molan still couldn't accept it.

Even if he knew that this old guy was really shameless.

Masters are also people, this is a sentence that the dry wine poem explained his sloppiness back then, and it is equally appropriate to put it here.

Masters are also people, but people, and there are always shameless people.

Li Molan gritted his teeth and almost crushed the steel teeth, but how could he shirk his responsibilities completely?

So he smiled bitterly and looked at the two tearful children in the ruins.

The dust was flying, and the smell of blood grew stronger in the air.

Huzi didn't have the spirit of the original tiger head and tiger brain, drooping his head, couldn't see the expression clearly, he could only see the tears constantly slipping from the corners of his eyes, the boy had tears and didn't flick It was his father who taught Huzi since he was a child, this time the boy cried very angrily, he didn't know that the second half of the sentence was just not to the sad place, otherwise he might be able to cry now with some peace of mind, but no matter how he restrained his crying, the choking couldn't stop, and even the sobs flowed, mixed with the dust on his face.

It's not like a little tiger, it's more like a little cat with a crying face.

Muzi, a younger girl, restrained her crying early, not because she was not sad, but because she saw Li Molan's sight.

At this time, what appeared in her eyes was no longer the curiosity and cowardice just now, but a strong fear and hatred, seeing the young man in green shirt in front of her, Mu Zi subconsciously covered his mouth and struggled back.

The calf kicked the ground, and the little face was full of horror.

Panic and helplessness.

In Muzi's eyes, Li Molan is undoubtedly the most terrifying person in the world, because he is an immortal.

For Muzi or Huzi, the most terrifying thing in the world is not the jackal, the tiger and the leopard, not the black panther and the white bear, but the immortals, the cultivators.

The person who ruined this place just now and killed Huzi's father and mother is an immortal, right?

This person is also an immortal, will he kill us?

Mu Zi clearly expressed what she was thinking on her cheeks, and Li Molan looked at her expression, trying to say something, but finally turned into a sigh.

The boy who sat in the dust finally stood up, his little face still stained with tears, and in his eyes there was a lingering fear in addition to anger and hatred, which seemed to be a servile ingredient deep in the heart of every mortal, since thousands of years ago.

"You pay me back!" Huzi shouted.

He stood still, not moving, because he didn't dare, he didn't wave his arms, and he didn't dare, but the hatred in his eyes, the anger on his face, and the tear stains on his face, were his most powerful armor and weapons.

Li Molan was speechless.

"You pay back my father, you return my father!!"

Huzi repeated this sentence, shouting desperately, shouting, his voice was sharp, and because he was too emotional, he repeated it just a few times, and the boy was in a trance with a buzzing in his mind, and almost fell to the ground.

The jagged gravel cut through his knees, and there were bloody marks on his flesh, which looked shocking, but Huzi didn't care, as if he didn't notice it.

It's just that his shouts faded and turned into choked sobs.

Like a little beast that cries blood and screams.

The girl looked at the boy's dejected appearance, and finally mustered up the courage, looked at Li Molan, used all her strength, injected every bit of hatred in her heart, and shouted: "Thief fairy, return the tiger's father and mother-!"

The voice is very high-pitched, which makes people's hearts cut like a knife when they hear it, and the pain goes to the bone marrow.

Muzi's father died in the hands of cultivators since he was a child, just because he had a pair of arrogant bones that refused to kneel, and Muzi at that time didn't quite understand why his father was unwilling to kneel in exchange for his life, but the hatred for cultivators had been established early, and later when her mother chose to leave, Muzi neither cried nor objected, because her mother was still young and her appearance was still there, how could she stay in such a dirty small place with a big fart daughter and be widowed for a lifetime? She didn't resent her mother's departure, she was young, she would only miss her mother and father simply, and then her hatred for the immortals rose again, and finally those hatreds little by little into the depths of the pile of sand that was not high, buried deep in it, only in the dead of many nights, she would occasionally think of it, and then lick her wounds carefully.

She didn't know how much this hatred was for a four or five-year-old girl, but she just felt that it would not be long before those hatreds were about to be erased by the years, and she almost couldn't remember, she lived with the Huzi family under the care of Huzi's father and mother on weekdays, and the days were also self-satisfied, they were just children, they were carefree in the first place, where did they need to think about so much hatred and trouble? As soon as the happy and kind Huzi father and mother arrived, it can be regarded as making up for the shortcomings of his father's absence.

But God can't get along with her for the rest of her life, the fairy has been gone for a few years, and here again, this time God's joke is even more cruel, Huzi's father and mother are gone, the old man who led the big yellow dog at the gate of the town is gone with the yellow dog, the neighborhood is gone, even the children who bully her on weekdays are gone, not to mention that the whole town is gone, everything is destroyed, leaving only a cloud of ruins, with her, and Huzi, is this a joke?

If it wasn't a dream, how could there be such an unbelievable and cruel reality?

Li Molan would not make irresponsible excuses, and he did not want to explain his hostile relationship with the gray-robed old man, because these were all excuses, how could he shirk his responsibilities like a coward? If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to stay in the town, if he hadn't come here to drink, if he hadn't deliberately provoked Yu Boya, maybe all this wouldn't have happened.

Regret is useless, Li Molan knows it very well.

He hid the emotions in his eyes, in the deepest part of his heart, and then replaced it with an indifferent face.

Apologizing is useless, and atonement is nonsense.

So he looked at the two children and said calmly, "Come with me." ”

Huzi gritted his teeth and cried and scolded: "You thief immortal, you return my father! If it weren't for you, how could my father and mother die? How could the town be destroyed?"

Li Molan turned a blind eye to the scolding, and said softly: "This place has been destroyed, you can't stay here forever, it's better to follow me." ”

Huzi cried and scolded desolately: "Where can you go with you, bastard? My father and mother are dead, and I want me to follow you, I want to wait for you to fall asleep at night and stab you to death! I want to poison you when you eat! I want to cut off your head before you! Feed the pigs and dogs!"

Li Molan said quietly: "If you can do it, you can do it, at least how are you going to live here? You will only starve to death, you don't want this town to be completely destroyed, follow me, at least have food, at least have an inn to sleep, at least you can live, and if you don't follow me, where is the chance to take revenge?

Huzi restrained his crying, looked at the ruined walls around him in silence, and remained silent.

The little face was full of confusion.

Although he had to admit that what Li Molan said was not wrong, the resistance in his heart made it impossible for this boy, who was only five or six years old, to agree.

Muzi looked at Huzi desolately, without saying a word, she is now dependent on this boy in the real sense, maybe there is no blood relationship between them, they can only be regarded as childhood sweethearts from childhood to adulthood, after all familiar things have been destroyed, there is naturally a kind of family-like emotion between them.

She was very hesitant about Li Molan's words, so she looked at Huzi and wanted to wait for him to decide.

After the sudden upheaval, Huzi's eyes appeared with a light that had never been seen before, perhaps it could be called a calm and mature prototype, but now he only has Muzi left, and Muzi will undoubtedly leave all the decisions to him, that is, the decisions Huzi is making now are not only related to himself, but also to the little girl next to him.

So Huzi's stiff neck moved mechanically, glanced at Muzi, and then looked at the bastard with a handsome face that did not look like a mortal person, and whispered, "Please take us in." ”

Without scolding anymore, and without any disrespectful attitude, the boy seemed to be a different person at this moment, and he actually bowed his head to Li Molan, who should have made him extremely resentful, showing a pleading look.

Li Molan was stunned, a little surprised by the maturity that the boy showed in an instant, and marveled at the fact that while his mood was growing, the guilt in his heart still existed, so he asked their names in a softer tone.

Huzi's name is Xu Yunhu, and Muzi's name is You Xiaomu, both of which are good names, and there are such good nicknames as Huzi Muzi, I heard that these names are all given by You Xiaomu's father, the arrogant teacher, no wonder the residents of the town respect them.

Li Molan looked at them, her expression was calm, and she said softly: "In the future, you will follow me, and you will not be disadvantaged by food, clothing, housing and transportation, but don't run around, because I am afraid that I will not be able to find you if you get lost." I know that you really want to kill me for revenge, if you have the chance, then just come, it doesn't matter if you can't do it, you can always learn something after me, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, it's really not okay to wait until I'm old, I can't walk, I can't lift a sword, you come to me again to take revenge, and then poison me, hack me, stab me, whatever, as long as you are willing to wait that long. ”

The words were full of indifference, and it sounded as if there was not the slightest fluctuation of people's emotions, but when he said this, he sighed in his heart for a long time.

In this way, where can we make up for his mistakes? It is just a matter of saying something nice and obedient to make my heart feel better.

The boy Xu Yunhu bit his lip and didn't speak, his eyes were full of complicated looks, and the most was the vigilance and fear that couldn't be hidden.

You Xiaomu hid behind the boy and looked at himself, it was no longer a timid expression, it was a small face full of fear in complexity.

Li Molan sighed in her heart, her face was expressionless, and she turned her back.

He quietly looked at the old green cow slowly walking on the horizon outside the ruins, the cyan robe almost blending with the green grass on the horizon, indistinguishable from each other.

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(PS: The collection finally broke 300 (residual face, the average order has not changed), the number of words in the two chapters will be more today, nearly 9,000 words (to be continued.) )