I thought it was those samurai who came to search, but Gu Feng saw two figures, one large and one small. This must be the child that the big man was talking about, and this old man who was covered in blood and was about to die.

"Don't come, don't come...... Let's go, let's go......" Gu Feng kept muttering in his heart, but things would not change with his subjective will - the old man limped in with the child!

This is a very emaciated and frail child, I didn't expect to have such an unhappy childhood at the age of six or seven.

His clothes were in tatters, and his little face was dirty, but his eyes were clear. Seeing his pitiful appearance, Gu Feng once again had compassion.

"Don't go over, or it's not good to get into trouble. "Gu Feng kept whispering, that is, he kept warning himself, a lesson from the past!

Suddenly, just when Gu Feng closed his eyes and recuperated, he suddenly remembered his life experience, as if when he was younger than this little boy, his family was also ruined, and it was Gu Zhiyi who took him and the third child.

"Alas, it's all my fault that my heart is too soft!" Gu Feng gritted his teeth and walked out of the depths of the cave with great momentum.

The old man naturally found that there was someone in the depths of the cave, and his already declining eyes were full of despair at this time.

"No, don't come here, let our son go, he's still young, please. The old man's voice was hoarse, he was already dying, all the bones in his body were broken, he leaned weakly against a stone, blood foamed from his mouth, and his old eyes became more and more cloudy.

The child cried sadly, hugged the old man hard, and cried in a childish voice: "Uncle Zhang, don't leave me, I have no relatives anymore, only you." ”

"Cough ......" The old man coughed up blood, touched the thin child's head dotingly, the old eyes became darker and darker, and became more and more turbid, and said: "You are the son of the Han Kingdom, the last bloodline, I am really unwilling, I can't keep your ......"

As he spoke, he foamed at the mouth with blood, and he could barely speak, and his words were slurred.

"Uncle Zhang, don't die, we depend on each other for our lives......" The child cried sadly, hugging the old man's broken arm.

"I'm so useless, I can't even keep the last bit of the king's blood......" The old man hugged the young child with his crippled body, looked up to the sky and lamented, his eyes lost their brilliance, his life came to an end, and the muddy old tears rolled down his wrinkled face.

The little boy couldn't hold back any longer and cried out loud in desperation.

"Hey, I haven't said anything?" "Shhhhhh......h

"Here! Come here!" There was movement outside the cave again, and the samurai who had gone far away gathered here again.

"It's over!"

Gu Feng picked up the little boy who was holding on to the old man, and covered the little boy's mouth with his hand full of gray matter and full of smell, and then the child didn't seem to move, and stopped crying, because he was dizzy.

When the ancient wind sneakily rushed to the entrance of the cave, he was confronted by more than a dozen big men who were surrounding here.

"Alas, it's all to blame on this little brat, crying and crying, it's over. Gu Feng used the "Heavenly Eye Technique" once, and took a general look, a third-order Mahayana Eastern martial artist, three second-order mid-Western martial artists, and eight first-order martial artists, all of whom have cultivated vitality and fighting qi, and the rest have not yet reached the rank, which can be described as a luxurious lineup. This is one of the advantages of cultivators, who are always more sensitive than other cultivators.

"Well, who are you? Acquaintances hand over this child and leave you a whole corpse. "A big man was very short-tempered and shouted at the ancient wind.

"Damn, it's the only way to keep a whole corpse if you hand it over!!" Gu Feng was very dissatisfied with the conditions put forward by Dahan, "It seems that there is no room for negotiation." Hey. ”

"Hey, don't you hear me, you don't have so much patience!" said another man.

"Hmph, I'm impatient. As he spoke, Gu Feng took out his only weapon from the Qiankun bag, the broken spear, and then said something in his mouth, only to see the spear float on its own.

"Oh, cultivator!" the big man at the head had a solemn face, and the cultivator's words were not easy to solve. He watched the broken spear float in the air, and immediately ordered everyone to stand back. At the same time, he was ready for a big war.

But something unexpected happened, Gu Feng jumped on the spear with the child, and then the spear was like a flying arrow, and instantly faded out of the field of vision of these people.

"Damn! Is this a cultivator? It's like a scoundrel and a hooligan! Bastard, chase me!" The big man at the head scolded angrily, but he didn't expect to be played by the cultivator, who had always been known for his arrogance, in a hooligan way. This is a trivial matter, he was ordered to lead people to hunt down this child, he did not expect such a change in the matter, if this matter cannot be solved, I am afraid that his life will not be saved! What is even more hateful is that this cultivator is covered in mud and dirt, and he can't see his appearance at all, and it is difficult to find him!

Besides, at this time, the ancient style of controlling the flying spear, holding a little boy, and covered in mud, ** the upper body, ruined the image of the cultivator who should be the fairy wind in people's hearts.

"Uncle Zhang......" The child woke up, crying sadly, tears kept rolling down, his thin little body was trembling, lying in the arms of the ancient style, which made people unbearable to see - so stinky.

"Uncle Zhang, don't go, Yun'er misses you, there are no relatives, only you ......" The poor child cried sadly, whining and sorrowful.

Gu Feng took him, went against the sky, held the little boy in his hand, and said: "Only by growing up, only by living well, can you make your Uncle Zhang happy." ”

......

On a hill with fragrant flowers and birds, the last bit of blood of the Han royal family, the eight-year-old child, standing in a pine forest, was talking to a little squirrel in the tree.

"I miss my father, I miss my mother, I miss my brother, I miss my sister, but they are gone, do you miss your relatives?"

How could the little squirrel understand his words, hold a pine cone, and run away with a thud.

The young boy went to the next place, and spoke to a little bird in the tree, "How far is forever?" When will it be? My sister said that she would appear in the future and come to see me. ”

As he spoke, the immature child's eyes turned red, he lowered his head, and said, "I know, they won't appear, just like Uncle Zhang, it's all to protect me......"

The little bird in the tree also flew away, and the poor boy went deeper into the pine forest, and when he saw a wounded butterfly that had landed on a wild flower, he whispered: "Why are you also injured, I think Uncle Zhang......"

"This kid won't be a poet in the future. "The ancient style secretly speculated, "so sentimental at a young age." "As everyone knows, this child has just experienced the ruin of the country and the family, and it is not easy to recover like this in a short time.

Gu Feng was outside the pine forest, quietly watching all this, he did not leave the cave too far, because he could not fly far, he could only take this child to take a walk between the mountains, wanting him to come out of the pain as soon as possible, but it seems that it is not going well at the moment.

"Well, it's my turn!" Gu Feng shook his head and walked towards the child.