Whoop -

The sound of rain is crisp.

The wood burned, making a crackling sound.

Chen An raised his hand and fed it to Erin.

She obediently opened her small mouth, which was shiny, and her thin lips were ruddy and attractive.

Luo Cong'an on the side was not to be outdone, as long as he fed Ai Lin once, she would feed Chen An once.

The combination of the three is inevitably a little strange.

Fortunately, there are no outsiders here, so they naturally toss with them.

The rain dripped down the eaves, creating a thick curtain that seemed to split the world in half.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no sign of stopping or getting smaller.

The torrential rain is like a note, as if scattering thousands of silver threads.

Somehow, Chen Anxin's uneasiness became more and more intense.

He looked up at the sky.

I saw that the gray clouds piled up in the middle of the air were becoming more and more condensed and impermeable, and even the whole sky was much darker.

The clouds seemed to be pressing on the top of people's heads, making people a little breathless.

Perhaps sensing his strangeness, Irene followed his gaze.

She looked stunned, and a little doubt flashed in her eyes.

"It's kind of ...... Odd. ”

Luo Cong'an rarely didn't talk back to her, but slowly frowned.

All three are no ordinary people.

Their spiritual consciousness is naturally better than that of the vast majority of people in the world.

Chen An took a deep breath and said, "It's okay, keep eating." ”

As soon as he picked up the chopsticks, he suddenly looked up as if he felt something.

It was as if a meteor had pierced the sky.

Then, they inevitably met eye contact.

It was a pair of pupils that Chen An would never forget no matter what.

Full of mania and evil.

Partial life is the most clear blue.

Along with it, there is boundless malice.

The malice turned into an arrow, and at an unimaginable speed, it hit the young man's eyebrows.

A murmur rang in his ears, as if death was whispering softly.

"Brother."

"Found ...... You've got it. ”

The boy's pupils were slightly dilated.

That past that I don't want to look back on......

After all, there is no way to avoid it.

……

……

In the seventh year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there was a major drought first, and then there was a heavy snow that was rare in a century.

Heavy snow continues in March.

Coupled with the constant wars at the border and the inaction of the imperial court, everyone in the dynasty was in danger for a while.

The Great Zhou, which has been founded for 300 years, has also ushered in a time of ups and downs.

When Chen An's consciousness gradually woke up, the first thing he felt was a biting chill coming from under his buttocks.

He shuddered subconsciously and opened his eyes.

His eyelids were heavy, as if he was fighting, and there was a feeling of hunger in his belly.

A pair of white and tender little hands appeared in front of Chen An's eyes.

It was a real pair of small hands, with delicate five fingers, which looked extraordinarily pale and bloodless in the wind and snow.

Chen An lost his mind for a moment.

Because these little hands are his own......

Wait, that's not the right script, right?

Chen An couldn't help but ask the system a soul question in his mind.

The system replied quickly, which was very reasonable.

"Who says being nurtured is not nurturing?"

……？

Chen An slowly typed a question mark.

He didn't want to think about it, and a noisy shout came from not far away.

The shouts were not loud, even weak, more like a wail.

I can only vaguely understand the words 'thank you, Master Wang' and 'thank you'.

Chen An came back to his senses and followed the sound.

I saw that between this white and vast world, there was a greenhouse built with thick linen poles.

Under the greenhouse, a group of victims in ragged clothes and yellow muscles gathered.

They formed a long queue and shook into chaff in the bitter wind and snow.

A wisp of hot air visible to the naked eye slowly rose from the greenhouse into the air.

It's not hard to guess that most of them are well-meaning people who are giving away porridge.

Because of the faintly wafting aroma, it instantly hooked Chen An's extremely hungry belly at the moment.

He frowned, gritted his teeth, and tried to stand up.

But it soon failed.

His body was very small, his strength was pitiful, and his physical condition was very poor due to hunger and cold.

Especially now, his small body is still covered with a large area of wind and snow, and only the upper half of his body is barely exposed.

Take a look around.

This is the icy corner of the tall city wall, some distance from the greenhouses over there.

Coupled with the wind and snow, I'm afraid that even if I use all my strength to call for help, I won't be able to hear it at all.

And even if you hear it, everyone is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect themselves, who would be willing to waste their strength to save an irrelevant person?

It's good not to use you as a reserve.

Feeling the shocking chill brought by his breath, Chen An felt a little dizzy and tight.

But just a few minutes after he woke up, he had the illusion that he was going to die again.

This state is undoubtedly extremely bad.

He lowered his head and looked at himself.

The body was covered with a layer of shabby coarse cloth, barely wrapping the small body, and the exposed fingers were already frozen and bruised.

I'm afraid that I am only six or seven years old now......

is so weak, he has no ability to save himself at all.

Is that ...... Just wait for death like this?

Chen An quickly shook off this thought.

The system certainly won't just leave him alone, it's just a matter of time.

Waiting, it's not the first time Chen An has done this kind of thing.

But this time, it seemed incomparably long.

It's even longer than the first life, which lasted for more than ten years.

The invisible chill around him was frantically eroding his body.

From the mouth and nose, from the ears, there is no pervasive.

Even the internal organs seem to be about to condense into ice.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and Chen An's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

Not far away, there was a long queue, scattered one by one.

They held the gruel in their hands, tried to swallow it in one bite, and gritted their teeth at the last moment, eating little by little.

The gruel is really thin, but at the moment it is the last straw for everyone.

After they finished drinking the porridge, they began to lick the bottom of the bowl again, refusing to let go of the slightest juice.

A few men who looked 'stronger' finished drinking and turned their gaze to the heads of the other victims.

They stared at it, their eyes full of longing and greed.

It's just that after glancing at the heavily armed armor soldiers around the greenhouse, he had to lick his tongue, hold back, and then staggered back to the corner.

This kind of thing happens every day outside the city.

The only difference is that the porridge distributed in the greenhouse is getting thinner and rarer.

No one knows whether the wind and snow will pass first, or the greenhouse will be blown down first.

In the deathly silence, there was only the howling of wind and snow.

Chen An's consciousness began to blur.

His breathing also became extremely heavy.

Occasionally, someone would pass by him, but often they didn't even look at it, and went straight back to their place.

Until an even softer pop sounded.

It's the sound of feet stepping on the snow and falling into the snow.

Immediately afterwards, a small hand, which was not much bigger than Chen An, stretched out in front of him.

The voice is hoarse and unpleasant.

"Get up."

(End of chapter)