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In desperation, the pedestrians had to be fully prepared, wearing scarves, buttoning their winter clothes tightly, putting their hands in their pockets, shrunk their steps, and walked forward in this cold weather, without noticing that not far away, in the corner of the street, there were several frozen figures.

Maybe in this kind of weather, they are used to seeing the wanderers in the streets and alleys, hugging each other and quietly dying!

"It's so cold......"

The cold wind was like an all-pervasive razor, waking him up from his daze.

subconsciously tightened the clothes on his body, but the cold still kept beckoning to his body.

He couldn't stand the cold and opened his eyes. But the scene in front of him made him a little stunned.

As far as the eye can see, the sky and the earth are covered in silver, and the white snow makes the world paint a plain makeup.

But this plain makeup is not so cute in Yi Xiaotian's eyes.

Instead, it is a feeling of loss, enveloping Yi Xiaotian's body and mind.

If he's not mistaken, last night he was in the lab to drink to vent his corrupt emotions about the failure of the experiment, but he woke up hungover and slept on the streets.

After a long time, he smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "It's really realistic!"

However, now is not the time for him to utter something uncivil.

The howling cold wind was about to freeze him.

Looking around, I noticed that only the corner of this place was leeward.

He couldn't help but shrink his body into the corner, hoping that the narrow corner would help him withstand the cold north wind.

But when he shrank into the corner, he accidentally touched some hard things.

If he remembered correctly, it should be human feet, but why are human feet harder than ice and colder than ice?

Habitually rubbed the hair on his head.

But when his hand reached his eyes, he was stunned again.

This hand of his own...... It's not like it's your own.

The dark and rough hands were covered with large and small wounds, and the fingertips of the palms were covered with calluses.

At this moment, a sharp pain came through my mind.

The pain came suddenly, and there were many unfamiliar pictures, Yi Xiaotian's eyes went dark and he fainted.

........

I don't know how long it took, but Yi Xiaotian, who was in a daze, was awakened by a cold and biting chill.

The sun shines directly on this white world after the snow.

Almost instantly, Yi Xiaotian thought of the fundamental theorem of thermodynamics and knew why he was woken up by freezing.

If the memories in his mind are correct, probably he has crossed over!

But now, he didn't have time to think about these things.

Gusts of cold wind poured into his arms.

He knew that if he didn't do something about it, he might be frozen to death like this.

But just as he was about to get up and move his frozen body, Yi Xiaotian noticed something unusual.

It seemed that he was bound by something powerful.

Carefully peeling off the thick snow around him, the scene in front of him made his eyes moist.

The three children around, less than eleven or twelve years old, carefully protected him in the middle.

He used his body to help him resist the howling cold wind.

The sudden memory in his mind made him know the whole story.

In front of Yi Xiaotian, San'er is relatively tall, Lei Zi has yellow hair, and Xiao Wu'er is thin and has a slightly lame foot.

When I was in the asylum and the same people who came in were named after the numbers one, two, three. That's how the names of San'er and Xiaowu came about, but when it came to Leizi, he didn't want to call Si'er, he felt that this name was unlucky. Since he vaguely remembered that he was born in a thunderstorm, he gave himself a name----- Thunderstorm.

And what about themselves? Because they are the youngest, they have no human rights, and they call them ----Little Sixth Son.

For a common purpose, not wanting to be a captive organ developer, they formed a small gang and escaped from the asylum.

However, it is easy to escape, but it is not easy to survive.

Although everyone knows that the outside world is not as beautiful as it seems.

The cunning traffickers, the murderous organ traffickers, the slippery thieves, and even the fellow vagabonds.........

They will look at you with malicious eyes all the time, and as long as you show a little weakness, then the next day, oh no, you won't even see the sun the next day, and our bones will be eaten up by these scumbags.

We are going to face the ugliest side of this society.

Nevertheless!

But if there is no freedom in life, we are willing to die.

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A few hours later, Yi Xiaotian carefully placed their bodies in a corner of the garbage dump.

It was lit and placed under their bodies with firewood.

The red flames crackled and burned.

The solemn Yi Xiaotian stood in front of the flames.

With one hand on his chest, he bowed his head in silence.

Under the west wind, the flames stretched Yi Xiaotian's back, and the cold wind wrinkled his clothes, leaving only a lonely back.

It was late at night.

Yi Xiaotian, who crossed over, was still wandering on the snow-covered and empty streets, with nowhere to go, because he didn't know where he could go?

At this time, on the street, in front of a small shop, the advertisement formed by the changing light color attracted Yi Xiaotian's attention and fascinated him, making him forget the cold that his thin clothes could not resist.

Yi Xiaotian, who was shocked by the gorgeous picture, unconsciously walked to the front of the shop.

Boom, his head hit the glass of the window of the small shop.

In the shop window, he saw the mysterious magic model for the first time, and the only remaining memory of the wandering child told Yi Xiaotian that those who flew into the sky and the earth in the advertisement were called warlocks, and the reason why they were able to fly to the sky and the earth was because of these magic models.

He had been wandering the streets for a day and knew that no one had ever sold a model so cheaply, and now fate seemed to have an opportunity in front of him.

300 Odds, the cheapest model is only 300 Odds.

300 Odi is a day's pocket money for ordinary people, a slightly more expensive bottle of wine, or even a fraction of the rich man's reward to the waiter.

But this poor 300 Odi has become a big mountain in Yi Xiaotian's heart.

According to the remaining memories of the street children, Yi Xiaotian knew that 300 Oudi and their gang still had it, but that was the entire net worth of their entire gang, this was their living expenses for two months, and this was the life-saving money that allowed them to survive this cold winter night.

But before they could use it, they .........

But now, the opportunity to change his fate is in front of Yi Xiaotian, and he doesn't want to let it go.

I looked up at the sky.

Yi Xiaotian ran back to the secret base without hesitation, took out all his savings of 300 Odie, and bought the cheapest surgical model, the energy ball surgical model.

The moment the model arrived, he made a dream.

He swore that he would become a warlock.

It was also on this day that he came to work in a black factory that made spiritual recovery potions. He spent a year wandering around various workshops, asking people, reading books, self-studying, and using all means to learn how to make spiritual recovery potions.

It was also this year that he finally had a small savings, 1000 Odi. This thousand Odi. He used it all to buy the materials needed to make the Spiritual Recovery Potion. After systematic study, Yi Xiaotian knew that the unified retail price of a spiritual recovery elixir in the market was 115 Odi, and the purchase price of wholesalers was 113 Odi, but few people knew its cost, but it was only 105 Odi.

As one of the fastest-consuming potions on the market, every warlock can make them, but not many people know the price difference. And even if they did, almost no one would reply to the idea of doing so. Because as a potion that has already been mass-produced, even a master-level potion warlock can only make twenty or thirty potions a day, which is not enough to consume when making these potions by himself!

But it's the difference of 8 odds, and for him, it's enough to keep him alive.

He managed only 6 of them for the first time, almost losing 300 odds, but it gave him hope. But what he never expected was that he was in trouble promoting his products, and almost none of the merchants were interested in the pitiful potion he had in his hand, even if he used his previous connections.

After running for a whole day, he didn't eat a drop of water, didn't eat a drop of rice, and he almost collapsed, dragging his trembling legs, and once again came to Yang Lao's shop.

Although the purchase price of one hundred and eight Odi was lower than the wholesale price, at this moment, an unprecedented force enveloped him, and he finally felt that all his previous efforts were worth it.

He finally had time to study the science of magic, bought the cheapest food, and bought the rest of the money to buy the materials, and he returned to his hut.

Since then, his life has stabilized.