Lu Ziming fed Dolma glucose water and told him a story: "Once upon a time, when I was in school, there was a girl in the class, she was very beautiful, with good temperament, good grades, better family background, and kind people. In front of her, I was like the toad,...... Toad, you don't know what it means, it's like the relationship between a princess and a commoner, anyway, it's the kind of meaning that one is high up and has to dig a pit in the ground and bury half of it. ”

"It's okay if you don't understand, you don't understand what you say, listen well and don't make a sound", talking to Zhuoma, maybe you can wake him up from a coma, I don't know who studied the theory, so Lu Ziming said everything he could say, he really didn't say it, and remembered the good time buried in his heart: "She is the class leader, and I am a poor student, sometimes I can't even eat, but she didn't discriminate against me like others, and took the initiative to talk to me ......."

"But this has attracted the white eyes, jealousy and abuse of countless people around me, and I can't help myself, and the toad is good-sounding, I can only avoid her from afar, and I don't want to bring her any bad influence because of me. In fact, the gap in identity does not mean anything, as long as you are willing to work hard, there will definitely be a change, I think so, and I do so. Maybe you don't believe it, when I was in my first year of high school, I had already finished my high school textbooks, and in my second year of high school, I also took the mock college entrance examination and achieved a good ranking. ”

"Sometimes I wonder, do people really have to accept their fate? Does a bad background mean that they can't hold their heads up for the rest of their lives? Those who are better than me, in addition to occupying more resources, are ......like moths in society. ”

"What happened to you and that girl?"

"Don't interrupt! That girl cares about your, just said ......", the next moment, he suddenly stopped, turned his head sharply, and looked at Zhuoma lying on the ground in disbelief.

Zhuoma, whose face is similar to that of a black African, shows two rows of white teeth, which is very reminiscent of black brand toothpaste, "You wake up,, dare to eavesdrop on Lao Tzu's secret, are you tired of being crooked."

"I'm tired of your chatter, tell me what the girl's name is, and what happened to you?"

"I'll tell this story later", Lu Ziming didn't want to mention the memory buried in the depths of his heart, it was a fruitless first love, beautiful but not real, only stored in his dreams: "The rain outside seems to have stopped, I'll find you something to eat, and tell your mother the good news casually."

Dolma nodded with difficulty, it had been three days, he hadn't eaten anything except a little liquid food, and every word consumed his little energy.

Soon, Zhuoma's mother, who heard the news of the awakening, ran back as soon as possible, and Cheng Dù, who was so fast that Lu Ziming was surprised, when he heard the sound of crying or excitement coming from the tent, he stood at the door in a daze, and a trace of warmth flashed in his eyes.

Mothers in the world are the most love their children, the child's smiling face is the mother's joy, the child's cry is the mother's sadness, everyone has a mother, only after the loss of the know how to cherish.

After four days of heavy rain, there was finally a short pause, the dim sky was full of dark clouds, the air was full of all kinds of ** smells, and there was a sticky feeling on the body, and something could be squeezed out of the water as long as it was twisted.

When the rain stopped, more people began to move around the camp, and the children rushed out of the tents and ran on the wet grass, and a fire was set up outside the tent, and the wet felt and clothes were dried in the middle of the heavy rain, and the smell of smoke and fire filled the air. The fresh air had become muddy, and the sky over the camp was filled with a clear gray choking smoke.

He walked into the tent and saw Dolma's mother wiping Dolma's body with tears in her eyes, her charred and blackened body was in the dim light, and there was a trace of blood bubbling under the cracked hard shell, which looked shocking, but she didn't stop, as if this qiē couldn't affect her.

While he was silently shocked by Dolma's tenacious vitality in his heart, he was also infected by Dolma's mother, perhaps this is the spiritual pillar that Dolma can survive.

At this moment, he felt that he was superfluous, and compared to Dolma's tenacity, the suffering he had suffered was nothing.

The noisy sound outside the tent came in through the cracks, which did not affect the atmosphere inside the tent at all, Lu Ziming found a corner and sat down, unable to bear to disturb them.

I don't know how long it took, the sound outside the tent suddenly quieted down, as if he heard the sound of someone falling, and vaguely heard the child suddenly ringing, and then stopped abruptly, and a trace of restlessness came into his brain.

Sensing that there were stronger and stronger danger signals in the air, he walked over from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and immediately realized that something was happening.

As soon as he poked his head out of the tent, he heard a neat group of footsteps coming from far and near, and then from near and far towards the camp tent.

"No! it's the army," a group of soldiers in red and blue uniforms rushed towards the camp's tent, and soon a dense burst of gunfire came from the direction of the tent.

Just by picking up the corner of the tent curtain, he immediately felt dizzy, "It's poisonous gas, it's full of colorless and odorless poisonous gas!"

Zhuoma was already sitting on the felt, and when he saw Lu Ziming, who looked nervous, he said, "Road!

"I don't know, someone released a poisonous gas in the camp, which seems to make people sleep", he immediately thought of the strange butterfly he encountered in Fangcheng, the symptoms of poisoning at that time were similar to now, it seemed to be even worse, and he felt dizzy and unable to make himself feel dizzy when he smelled it.

"They must be for the Holy Sword!"

In fact, this is just Zhuoma's speculation, Lu Ziming thought of a lot of possibilities, civil strife, seizure of power, annexation, etc., of course, including the holy mountain and holy sword that I don't know if there is zài.

"Are you sure they're here for the Holy Sword and not for any other reason?" "If it's just for the Holy Sword, there shouldn't be much danger to you, and the battle at the top, as long as the fart people hide far away, it will generally not be affected, and if it's for other reasons, it's hard to say."

"I guessed!" Zhuoma said something that made Lu Ziming vomit blood.

Who is not guessing, but there must also be a basis, who will not think out of thin air, in case of guessing wrong, it is gambling with your own life.

Dolma continued: "The surrounding camps have long been dissatisfied with Taiji's selection competition, thinking that he wants to monopolize the Holy Sword, and he chose to launch it at this time, not for the Holy Sword, but for what?"