(Author's note: Chapter 8 is typo, and it is typed into seven, please forgive me)

Uncle Liu actually felt very sorry for this child in his heart, but this mouth...... Tsk, looking at Ye Liu's appearance, I felt a trace of ...... in my heart Relieved?

"Forget it, I'll just let you ...... little guy" Before Uncle Liu finished speaking, Ye Liu was already lying on the ground and falling asleep.

"Alas, that's it, it's a misery for this child." Uncle Liu lay down beside Ye Liu, let Ye Liu pilllow with his right arm, and saw with his eyes facing the sky, only to see the vast Milky Way.

In a dream

Ye Liu stood in a small village, a tree, a flower, a grass, a tree, a bird, a person, all so familiar......

The warm hands of the villagers, the hard back of the father, and the kind smile of the mother...... Ye Liu stretched out his hand to grab it, but only the long sword in his hand ......

Everything faded, and a sturdy adult, touching his head with one hand, but with an inexpressible smile on his dark face, called his brother affectionately......

A girl dressed in pink and white, holding a small umbrella of the same color in her hand, is calling her brother affectionately......

The picture is frozen in a familiar picture, feeling the residual warmth of relatives, tears moisten the young man's eyes, and gently knock the young man's heart, the picture is unpredictable around him, but it is all the seemingly ordinary scene in the past, and now the wind and grass are enough to pluck the young man's heartstrings.

The autumn breeze blows a piece of yellowed fallen leaves, lifts the long hair of the weeping willows by the river, chrysanthemums bloom all over the four fields, and the faint fragrance of flowers permeates the village.

"Why, do you want to leave that warm home and go with the flow like duckweed among the ruthless rivers and lakes......" Ye Liu smiled bitterly, the nails of his hands were tightly clasped in the flesh and blood, and he couldn't stop trembling, and his green clothes and black hair fluttered gently in the autumn wind.

Suddenly, the boy realized the inevitable feeling of a Jianghu person in a foreign land - loneliness!

A sense of loneliness permeated the teenager's heart.

Ye Liu felt that the wind was sudden, stirring up thousands of yellow sands, and the viscous aura was diffused all around, and when he looked up, he saw that between the strong winds, the battle flags with the big characters of "An" and "History" were showing waves, and an army of about 2,000 people was waving silver blades and gold in front of him.

What does "An" and "History" mean? Ye Liu didn't know, he had only one thought - to kill these thieves in front of him!

Ye Liu seemed to turn into a blue light, the long sword in his hand permeated with a blue aura, the person followed the sword, accompanied by a roar in the sky, turned over in the air, the long sword slashed downward with supreme momentum, and the totem behind him loomed, desperately urging the aura, a monstrous sword aura with Ling Yan sword intent and the anger of the young man tore the army apart.

I saw that the shield spirit soldiers in the army resisted forward, forming a formation that Ye Liu couldn't understand, and colorful spiritual energy gushed out, turning into a barrier, blocking Yu Wei, and ripples appeared on it.

"In that case, let's attack their body first!" Ye Liu made a decision, the human sword fell, and the totem behind him condensed a few points, close to the enemy army.

Ye Liu didn't dare to slack off, and shouted, "Sword!" Break! Flow! The sword intent was in the sky, and the ground suddenly formed an ice mirror, the ice and snow flew, and a long sword that reached the sky slashed away.

The frost and snow flew, the front of the enemy was torn open again, the flesh and blood flew sideways, and the red blood was sprinkled on the battlefield, these perennial pampered "noble soldiers" were killed and abandoned their armor and fled, and the remaining enemy soldiers who tried to fight to the death could not block Ye Liu's killing with their individuals?

Ye Liu's eyes were red, the sword shadows were crossed, and the corpses of dozens of soldiers were still warm, but the enemy was hiding from afar, for fear that Ye Liu's next sword would cut him.

The sword qi slashed out like a storm, drawing an arc symbolizing death in the air, splashing countless blood, the shield spirit soldiers on both sides hurriedly retreated, and the surging spear spirit soldiers straddled the war horse, led by the body wearing ink armor, and the foot was a black horse, holding a halberd, slashing back, drawing a black light, and looking at Ye Liu......

(Author's words: Summer vacation is coming, I can finally update it with peace of mind, ask for tickets~)