"Eight-eight-nine. I just saw a man in a coma in a mountain temple. A barefoot child came running from afar, saw the familiar friends, and yelled.

The child at the head sat on the back of the ox, with a wooden sword at his waist, tugged at the corner of his mouth, and replied, "Don't call me Babajiu, okay, I have a name—my name is Liu Qing." Oh, the unconscious person must be a homeless man who doesn't know where he came from. Willow cat, you're making a fuss again. Just talk to the adults in a moment. It is estimated that when I wake up, I will come to our Zhuangzi to rest. After all, these dozens of miles are just a village in Liujiazhuang. ”

The willow cat hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, no." Not really. That guy is different, he doesn't have a tattoo on his face!"

"What! What do you mean!" Liu Qing's eyes immediately widened, and he asked rhetorically, "What you said is true?" Moreover, is he sure that he is a human, not a demon?"

Hearing this, all the children present showed surprised eyes.

The willow cat patted his chest: "I promise." It's a person. I was looking for a quack when I heard a noise in the sky. Only to find out that it was a person who fell from the sky!"

"Or did it fall from the sky?

So, a group of children, under the leadership of the child Wang Babajiu Liu Qing, more than a dozen people, mighty and mighty, rushed to feel the mountain temple.

The others don't have to herd the cattle, so naturally they run fast, and they have already arrived. At this moment, Han Lin, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was surrounded by a lot of discussions, and they were amazed.

"Get out of the way. Let me see!"

He couldn't help but be attracted by Han Lin. He was the tallest in this group, so he quickly pulled away the crowd, ran to Han Lin's side, squatted down, and gently brushed away Han Lin's messy hair lying on the ground, and found that the other party really didn't have any tattoos on his face. With surprise on his face, he quickly picked off the other party's clothes and checked his ears, nose, mouth, buttocks, etc., all of which were no different from those of the human race. Finally, he raised his head and said to the people around him ecstatically: "It's true! He's really a hero!"

When all the children heard this, they looked at each other and showed incredible surprises.

Liu Qing stood up, coughed, glanced at everyone, looked like a little adult, and said solemnly, "Do you remember our ancient precepts?"

"Protect the heroes and treat death as home!"

Everyone said in unison.

"Uh-huh. Seventy-seventy-three, seventy-seventy-four, you two brothers have flexible eyes, go outside to set up a sentry, and if you find a demon soldier, hurry over and report it! 662, you run fast, go to Zhuangzi first to inform the adults, and let them send someone to pick them up. ”

"And you guys, don't just stand, go find some dead man's ashes, and put it on his face, mouth, and nose. lest anyone find out. ”

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Soon, Han Lin woke up from his slumber.

The body is soft and should be a silkworm quilt. There is also a smell of straw all around. The air is filled with the faint aroma of food. He opened his eyes and found himself in a dimly lit room.

"Where is this?" Han Lin noticed the back of a strange old man not far away, so he asked quietly. At the same time, urging the dantian, feeling the mana all over his body, it is estimated that it will take a few days to recover.

The other party's hand shook, his tone was a little excited, and he turned back and said, "Are you awake?" The little old man took the liberty of saying something. Dare to ask the name of the hero, where did he come from?"

"Where is this Hongfengling Liujiazhuang under the command of the Rat King, why do you call me a hero, what kind of hero?" Han Lin's eyes narrowed into a slit, and there was a dangerous killing intent hidden in his pupils, but he didn't attack. He muttered in his heart, full of doubts.

But after looking at the other party and feeling it carefully, he found that in addition to his vigorous blood, he could only be regarded as an ordinary martial artist, and at most he was at the middle level of qi training, which might not be as good as it, so he replied: "In Xia Hanlin." From afar. ”

The old man knew that the other party's identity was special, so he didn't say much, but just pushed the candlestick in his hand to the side, and at the same time took away the meal that had been sitting for a long time.

"Hero, you have a good rest. Later, I'll ask the village to get some new food. You recover first. Don't worry, we've got you covered. You can recuperate in peace!"

Han Lin hummed, closed his eyes and lay down again. Using a small amount of consciousness, he felt his surroundings. There was the sound of children playing, women and parents, men showing off their strength, and the laughter of a family at a reunion dinner.

As soon as the old man went out, he was immediately surrounded by a bunch of people and asked nonsense.

"The hero's name is Han Lin. Don't inquire. The old man saw that he was not in good spirits, and he just woke up, so he asked these questions. Fat Du, make another dish for the hero in a while and send it over. As for the others, don't stay here, go home separately, behave normally, and don't be discovered by the patrolling demon soldiers, understand?"

"Oh!"

The crowd dispersed as they were told.

For some reason, thinking that he had finally managed to escape, he was just one step closer to advancing to the Golden Pill, and being in such an environment made Han Lin feel relaxed for a while.

So, after meditating in the room for a few more days, Han Lin saw that his body was almost recovered, and walked out of the door.

Originally, Han Lin was cautious by nature, and he liked to hide his clumsiness. But this time it was different, he deliberately walked out of the door generously, and he heard a large group of little ones chirping excitedly.

These children gather in the neighborhood to play every day, and they have eyeliner planted for twelve hours a day. In fact, they were waiting for him Han Lin - in Han Lin's divine consciousness perception, most of the content discussed by these people was also related to him.

After that, the tallest one in it, and the one who usually talked the most, couldn't wait to rush up.

Han Lin laughed, spread his arms, squatted down slightly, and then took the child in his arms and held it high.

The other party obviously didn't expect Han Lin to be so enthusiastic, he was stunned for a moment, then felt the wind blowing on his face, his heart was like eating honey, he danced happily, pointed to his face, and shouted: "Hero, hero." My name is Liu Qing! No. 889! I saved you in the mountain temple!"

This is completely in line with the image of a hero in his mind!

A large group of children about eight years old next to him raised their arms in envy when they saw this scene.

"And me, and me...... I also went to the mountain temple!"

Han Lin smiled noncommittally. He was holding Liu Qing in his hands, but his eyes were carefully looking at the place. He looked up and saw from a distance that there were many elderly people in the village in addition to the children.

For example, not far away, there is a grandmother who is fetching water in front of the well in front of the house. The age is obviously very old, but the body is still very healthy. Finding that Han Lin was looking at him, he hurriedly put down the bucket in his hand and smiled happily at him. In the cracked mouth, there are not a few teeth left.

Han Lin secretly said in his heart: "Sure enough, I don't see young adults—it's the same as usual." At this time, they should all go out to hunt in Zhuangzi. It is just right to choose this time for oneself. ”

Liu Qing was put down by Han Lin, he was very happy, pulled Han Lin's sleeve and said, "I heard what the village chief said. Hero, your name is Han Lin. Are you healed? Go, I'll take you to Zhuangzi to have a look. ”

Han Lin smiled and nodded. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he unexpectedly found that all the children gathered here were very vigorous in qi and blood, and they all had the level of one or two levels of qi training.

And everyone has a tattoo on their face, which happens to be tattooed on their forehead. As long as the wind blows the bangs, it can be easily seen.

Han Lin was not familiar with these anomalies, so he naturally didn't talk much.