"Like Childe, I'm also an outsider."

In a wine shop, a middle-aged man who pretended to be polite pulled Ning An's arm and sighed.

"I'm not afraid of the jokes of the son, when I was young, the family still had a small amount of assets, and I lived a little happy life, but a few years ago, the state changed and the war broke out...... When I first arrived in Fu Village, I was also like a son, with a face like a crown of jade, and a handsome spirit. ”

Xu Fu raised his head slightly, full of pride, his eyes turned around, and then fell back to Ning An's face, and muttered, "If the little girl is still alive, she should be the same age as her son, her eyes have been big since she was a child, and she will ...... with her mother."

Ning An pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.

The rickety man in front of him, who called himself Xu Fu, always had an unchanged smile on his face, but when he talked about his daughter, the pain in the depths of his eyes slowly wrapped around the man.

"I've seen it, I've seen it."

Xu Fu realized that what he said was a bit unpleasant, and got up and bowed again and again, "I hit it off with my son, I can't help but think of some old yellow calendars, and say some whining words, I hope it won't spoil my son's mood. ”

After speaking, the shopkeeper Xu Fu was about to turn around and leave.

Where is Ning An willing to let him go, he finally met someone who can speak, or a wine shop shopkeeper, it stands to reason that he knows the customs of this place best, and it is appropriate to ask for some news.

"The shopkeeper's heart has been received, I just arrived in Fu Village, and I can't stop eating at the wine shop, I just want to ask for some news."

Ning An spoke: "Dare to ask what is going on with tomorrow's 'feast'?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the originally noisy wine shop suddenly fell silent.

Xu Fu also put away his smiling face, his expression indifferent.

"Get out."

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Ning An sighed as he looked at the door that had closed in front of him.

He didn't have any grievances, and when he was "invited out", the other guest officials whispered, and he grabbed a few words, knowing that Xu Fu's daughter's death might be related to the sacrifice.

It had always been a thorn in his heart, and the liquor shop also had an unwritten rule prohibiting all talking about the Dragon King.

This stunned boy is good, not only mentioned, but also not obscure, came up and said that the sacrifice, you know, that beautiful day is also his daughter's death day!

Isn't this a stab in the heart?

Ning An scratched his head, planning to try his luck elsewhere.

He found that with the passage of time, Fu Village gradually became normal, as if something was being checked and repaired, those things that did not belong to ancient times gradually disappeared, and the memories of the villagers became less messy.

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"I'll kill you! I'll beat you to death! ”

Xiao Thirteen subconsciously shouted, hoping to play a role in strengthening his courage.

The rag-wrapped fist slammed into the zombie's face, staggering it.

But after just a pause, he became even more excited, and flew directly towards Xiao Thirteen.

Xiao Thirteen just threw a punch, and when he leaned forward, he saw a zombie flying from the side, and his mind flashed with the boxing book that he was practicing day by day, and he turned his back at the moment, arched his waist, and slammed his shoulder.

There was the sound of bones shattering over his shoulder.

The zombies flew in response, and their appearance was miserable.

Little Thirteen panted like a cow, and his eyes shot straight at the zombie that fell to the ground.

The zombie's body trembled.

Little Thirteen's eyelids twitched.

"I'll kill you!"

Three or two steps ran forward, and before the zombie could get up, Xiao Thirteen stepped on its neck again and again, and after a while, the zombie's head was in a different place, and there was no movement.

Little Thirteen raised his head and stared blankly at the sky.

The sky was clear and the sun was big, just a little cold.

He was a little disappointed.

Sirika asked, "Isn't it sad?" ”

Little Thirteen nodded, shook his head again, picked up the knife that fell on the ground, and went to retrieve the puppet crystal of the zombie's head, "It's a little sad, but that's it." ”

"When I was wandering before, I met a kind gentleman who gave me some money and told me to go home early. Where do I have a home, but my husband can't help, and it can only hurt his mood if he says it, so I thanked him and agreed. ”

"I was very happy because there was a fried chicken restaurant not far away, and I thought, it's good to be homeless, if I used to, how could I have eaten fried chicken in a big city? But before I could get to the fried chicken restaurant, the money was robbed by a homeless man who was bigger than me. The fried chicken in my hand flew, and I was even sadder than this time. ”

"In those days, I worked hard to pick up bottles, I could earn a few dollars a day, and the fried chicken restaurant wouldn't run, I had hands and feet, I could always eat it, right? But when I scraped together enough money for a fried chicken, the money was robbed again. ”

Xiao Thirteen shrugged, split the zombie's head, took out the puppet crystal, wiped it on the zombie's clothes, and said helplessly: "For a whole month, I can't even save a fried chicken money, and I'm not born with such a good life." ”

Suddenly, Xiao Thirteen kicked the zombie's head very high, crossed his waist, and was very angry.

"Born not so good!"

Celica rolled her eyes, "I don't know how many fried chicken you can exchange for the stone in your hand." ”

Xiao Thirteen smiled, put the puppet crystal in the deepest pocket of his clothes, and grabbed the leaves to prevent the puppet crystal from escaping.

is different from Ning An's recognized genius, Xiao Thirteen is inferior to the former in terms of life experience and talent, although the shadow of childhood did not make him give up on himself, but it is inevitable to be a little pessimistic, so in the face of the same situation as Ning An, Jing Yu can say that "the decline of Heaven is not an accident", implying that God is blind, does not see Huang Zhong, and only loves the clay kettle, but when he comes to Xiao Thirteen, he can only admit that his luck is bad and he has no good life.

Whether Xiao Thirteen has a bad fate, or whether the zombies are too weak for him to meet the standard of Heavenly Dao rewards, in fact, Sirika doesn't care.

She has seen more geniuses, and there are more strange things, since Xiao Thirteen has not given up on himself, there is no need to persuade more, and when she grows up in the future, the answer will naturally come out.

"After killing the zombies, you should go back."

Sirika led Little Thirteen five miles south, stopped at a dilapidated shop, and handed Little Thirteen a bamboo leaf, a package, and a long sword.

"Wait someone will pick you up, you may have heard his name, Han Qingtian, when the time comes, you give him this sword and follow him back to the safe zone. Even if he has bad intentions, it doesn't matter, this sword and bamboo leaves will save your life, and you can go back by yourself, and the food in the baggage is enough for your journey. ”

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The red-haired man sat in the liquor shop, drinking to himself.

"The wine doesn't smell like alcohol, shop! Don't you see that I am a good bully, and use horse urine to deceive me?! ”

Xu Fu hadn't moved yet, but Xiao Er in the store was startled, and hurriedly caught up, grabbed the wine jar and carefully poured two drops on his hand, and tasted it on the tip of his tongue, which was sour and difficult to swallow.

The shopkeeper apologized, and the shopkeeper could only waive the order.

After sending the big man away and pushing the door away, Xu Fu frowned.

When does wine turn sour?

The more he thought about it, the more his headache grew, and his head went blank.

Suddenly, the interior of the store is like going back in time, and the images of customers in the past are vividly visible.

"Boss, check out!"

It was a strangely dressed man.

"What? Ask for silver! I'm grass, why the don't you ask Lao Tzu for gold! ”

"I don't have time to joke with you, where is the QR code."

Xu Fu remembered that the guest officer asked for a plate of mutton and two pots of good wine.

There is no money, and it is offset with one eye.

It was also from that time that the sake began to be sour.

Xu Fu looked sluggish and returned to the counter stiffly, not remembering anything.