The rain is still falling, and there is no stopping at all. Yanchen calmed down a little, looked at the rain outside, and then looked at the skin that had not been washed for a long time in his tattered clothes.

Smiled slightly: "This rain is good, I like it." As he spoke, he no longer hid under the eaves, and went straight into the rain. In the rain, you can dimly see a figure walking slowly, rubbing his hands on his body from time to time, which seems to be a bit similar to taking a bath.

A small tea shed at the end of the street turned on a long light at night, and a hunchbacked old man over 60 years old came out with a broom, apparently having just finished cleaning. The old man happened to see the wild goose dust outside the tea shed, and the wild goose dust also happened to see the old man.

The old man's wrinkled face showed a touch of reluctance and memory, and he said to Yanchen: "Young man, it's so late, don't you go home?"

Yanchen was stunned for a moment, the word "home" seemed a little unfamiliar, because he hadn't heard it for a long time. But when I think of it now, there is a gloom in my eyes, "I don't have a home anymore." ”

The old man's wrinkled face had more memories, this kind of thing, he had lived for so long, how could he not understand it? He sighed deeply and said to the wild goose dust outside the door: "Young man, I see such a heavy rain, why don't you come in and have a cup of tea to warm up, and then make plans when the rain passes." Otherwise, it will be difficult to deal with a cold. ”

Yanchen was stunned again, looking at the tattered clothes all over his body, and then at the rain that was getting heavier and heavier. With a look of emotion in his eyes, he followed the old man into the hut.

Entering the house, the old man poured a cup of freshly boiled hot tea for Yanchen, went inside and took out a set of clothes, and said to Yanchen, who was wet???? This is my son's clothes, young man, go and change it, or it won't be good to catch a cold. ”

Looking at the smiling old man, the emotion in Yanchen's eyes was even stronger, "Okay." "Pick up your clothes and go change.

After a while, the old man looked at Yanchen who had changed his clothes with a smile, handed the hot tea in his hand to Yanchen, and said with a kind face: "Child, come and drink a bowl of hot tea, it will be a lot." ”

Yanchen looked at his concerned eyes, sighed, picked up a bowl of hot tea, drank it after a few grunts, and then asked the old man: "Uncle, do you live alone here?"

"Well, it's just an old man. ”

"What about your wife and children, why aren't they with you?"

When he said this, the old man said gloomily in his eyes: "Hey????? My wife died when I was younger, leaving only a son and me. My son, when he was eleven years old, a Taoist priest came to the house, saying that my son had an immortal fate, so he accepted my son as an apprentice and went to learn the immortal law. After speaking, the gloomy color in the old man's eyes disappeared, revealing a touch of pride.

Yanchen was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Then why didn't he come back to see you?"

When he said this, the old man's heart returned to gloom. After that, I won't talk about it, and pour another bowl of tea for Yanchen. When Yanchen saw this, he obviously had a result. Looking at the old man reminded him of his family. There was a slight movement in his eyes.

"Uncle, if I don't help you here, I won't have a home to go to anyway, don't worry, I promise I will be able to do it." The old man looked at Yanchen with a smile, thought about it, and said to him, "En??? That's fine. Then you don't have to call me uncle one bite at a time in the future, it sounds weird and awkward, just call me Uncle Liu. Yes, do you have a name, kid?" "Yes, okay, big ???? Uncle Liu, my name is Yanchen, you can also call me Xiaochen. After speaking, Uncle Liu, who was smiling, laughed, "Uncle Liu, come to two bowls of herbal tea......

"Great!"

After speaking, a young man walked over with two large bowls of herbal tea. "Guest officer, please use it slowly. ”

"Oh, Uncle Liu, when did you add a buddy? The man who had just ordered tea exclaimed.

Indeed, in the past few days, Yanchen has become a buddy in this small tea shed, helping Uncle Liu deliver tea and wash dishes, anyway, all the capable ones are dry, which makes Uncle Liu a lot more leisurely.

Hearing the man's words, Uncle Liu looked at Yanchen with a smile, his eyes full of joy. said to Yanchen: "Xiaochen, you're tired, come and drink a bowl of tea and rest before doing it." ”

Yanchen smiled and said, "It's okay." Uncle Liu, I'm not tired, you sit first. Originally, Yan Chen, who had nothing to melt in this world, found that after a few days of life, he found that he liked this little life more and more. Here his mind was greatly relaxed, and he didn't have to think about anything.

?????????????? At night, Yan Chen was in another hut in the small tea shed, clenching his fists, and a strip of green calendar appeared on his hands, and his forehead also appeared from time to time, and his two teeth became sharp. The moonlight shone outside the tea shed, he didn't know what was wrong, since that day he recovered, every night when he saw the moonlight, he couldn't help but feel a wave of irritability. There is an urge to suck blood.

Including the scene of killing the little beggar that day to suck blood, it appears in my mind from time to time. Fortunately, this ** is not very strong, and it can be controlled. But it also made him feel better.

"Drink???? Peng's momentary distraction made his urge to suck blood come up again, and in desperation, he had to punch hard towards the thick bed. But it doesn't matter if you don't fight, as soon as you go down, there will be a loud bang.

I only heard Uncle Liu's voice next door: "Xiaochen, what's wrong?" As soon as Yanchen heard this voice, the ** was pressed down alive, but there was still one, and he stammered back: "No, it's nothing, it's just that I was anxious to urinate, and I accidentally bumped into the bench when I got up to go to the toilet." "It doesn't matter, right? "Uncle Liu, it's okay, you didn't fall, you sleep with yours." I just go to the toilet. "Well, okay, Xiaochen go to bed early." "Yes. The room was quiet again, and after a while, Yanchen heard Uncle Liu's snoring again. But he couldn't sleep, and looked at his bed board in a daze, where there was a hole the size of a fist, which he had just smashed with his fist.

He personally brought in the bed, which was seven or eight centimeters thick, and the floor was padded underneath.

He used to think that since he sucked blood, he felt that he had inexhaustible strength, but he didn't expect this strength to be so terrifying? Could it be that he was a vampire? But when he thought that he had even seen a cultivator, there was nothing unusual.

But looking at the hole he had made, even he was moved, what if this punch smashed into a mortal? Isn't it a hole in the human body? As soon as he thought of this, he was short of breath.

Inadvertently, the moonlight seemed to change its position, and a ray of light shone in through the small window, and hit his feet, so that his surprised look immediately became a little painful, and he raised his head and let out a silent roar, and the two fangs were clearly visible. Hurriedly retracted his feet. looked at the moonlight with an irritated expression, but it was obvious that Yanchen had regained his senses.