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In the past, the old knife handle and the snake would go straight back to the refugee slum and distribute the food to the refugees in the refugee cave, and then the old snake went to build a car, and the old knife went to exchange feelings with his ancestral short-bladed broadsword.

But today is different.

As the sun set, the remnant sun sprinkled the only remaining afterglow of the day on the wilderness, and two elder figures were pulled out on the wilderness.

"I'm sorry. ”

The old knife handle walked halfway and whispered to the desolate snake, the desolate snake was stunned for a moment, and then understood: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay to delay for so much time, and our harvest this time is not small, isn't it?" ”

The old knife handle and the desolate snake did not go back directly today, but went in the other direction, and there was a bush in that direction.

Acting casually in the wilderness is a suicidal act, this wilderness is full of wild beasts and wild thieves, coupled with the unique single scenery environment of the wilderness, it is not only easy to make people feel aesthetically fatigued, but also easy to get lost.

The old knife handle, who grew up in the wilderness, knows this very well, but he doesn't know what stupidity he has committed to doing such a stupid thing.

Thinking of this, the old knife handle couldn't help but have a pair of eyes in his mind, the black and white eyes couldn't see a trace of despair, compared with the other people in the refugee slum, these eyes didn't seem to be contaminated with anything in this wilderness, so clean that the old knife handle can't help but avoid people who are full of sin.

"Only this once. ”

Thinking so, the old knife tightened the burden on his back, feeling the heavier type of burden than before, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"!" The wild snake on the side inadvertently saw this scene: "You just laughed?"

"Nope. The old knife handle looked like a dead man and flatly denied it.

"Don't lie to me, you're obviously smiling!" "The wild snake looked unrelenting: "It's the first time I've seen you laugh, come and laugh again!"

"Who are you and me?"

On weekdays, the desolate snake and the old knife handle are going their own way back, although the ground under their feet is not separated, but the two seem to be walking on different parallel lines, and today with the emotion slightly exposed at the corner of the old knife handle's mouth as an introduction, this road the wild snake and the old knife handle on this reason to argue with each other, it seems that the burden on the back is not so heavy, the steps under the feet are much lighter, and the road back to the refugee cave seems to be a lot better.

The fire was blazing, and thick black smoke was billowing out of the hole.

The heavy package fell from the shoulders of the desolate snake and the old knife handle, and fell heavily to the ground, and the precious food was spilled all over the ground.

"Ahhhh

As if he had lost his ability to speak, he opened his mouth in vain but found that he could not say anything, and could only utter monotonous syllables in vain, his eyes glazed and his feet staggered, and the desolate snake walked in the direction of the raging fire, his hands facing deep ahead, and his hands made a grasping motion, as if he could catch something back.

"Ahh

Suddenly, as if mad, the snake frantically tried to lunge towards the burning refugee, but before he could take two steps, he was knocked unconscious by a scabbard on the back of the head.

The old knife knocked the desolate snake to the ground, looked at the burning refugee cave, and then looked at the vermilion wild fruit that fell out of the package at his feet, and fell to the ground for a long time.

When the snake woke up, it was late at night, and when he woke up, he found himself lying next to a campfire, sitting opposite a familiar figure.

"Why did I fall asleep?" Araku Snake smiled embarrassedly and rubbed his eyes, "I'm sorry to make you tired." ”

The old knife handle poked the bonfire with a stick expressionlessly: "It's okay." ”

The desolate snake stood up and stretched: "It's been a long time since I've slept so comfortably, let's hurry on, everyone must be hungry." ”

As he spoke, he was about to carry the package over his shoulder, but he didn't carry it.

A smile appeared on the snake's face: "What's the matter?

"No need to go back. The snake looked up and opened its mouth

No!

No, it won't!

Don't say it!

It was just a dream, a dream!

However, it backfired, watching the barren snake's smile gradually stiffen, and his eyes changed from panic to despair, the old knife still had to tell the barren snake the truth.

The old knife raised his head, looked at the desolate snake with a dead face, and said to him word by word-

"Those people are dead. ”

Hearing this, the wild snake loosened the package, his face was like ashes, his legs were weak and he knelt on the ground and muttered: "I don't believe it or not!" said the voice of the wild snake behind him was close to howling, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was red, and his hoarse voice looked like a wayward child.

He hoped that the old knife handle was lying to himself, and even the wild snake already knew the answer in his heart, but he still hoped that the old knife handle nodded and said in person: "I'm lying to you." "Even comfort him.

However, this is a wilderness, a place that does not speak of human feelings, and the old knife handler who grew up here and knows the laws here naturally will not get used to him.

"It's all dead. The old knife took care of himself and poked the bonfire with a stick, turning over the unburned firewood so that it could be fully burned: "All the people are charred, and it is impossible to see who is who, but there are many corpses that are separated, and now they are full of dead people's ashes, and they can't live, so let's get together here tonight for the night." ”

"It's you!" the snake jerked the old knife handle off the ground, "I knew you didn't like them, but you can't either"

"You're in your right mind. The old knife handle still had a dead face, looking into the eyes of the desolate snake: "I've been with you all the time." ”

Hearing this, the desolate snake gently put down the old knife handle, then knelt in front of him, and slapped himself suddenly, the old knife handle stretched out his hand slightly, and put it down again, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped.

The desolate snake knelt on the ground: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know it can't be you, but what should I do!"

The old knife handle knew that the Wild Snake had always regarded those refugees as family-like characters, and a large part of the reason why he could hold on to this wilderness for so long was because he couldn't let go of his family, otherwise he would have walked out of this wilderness long ago with his ability.

The old knife took out a vermilion fruit from the package behind him, took a bite, frowned, the fruit was not delicious, sour and astringent, but he still tasted it little by little, and finally did not even let go of the kernel.

After eating the fruit, the old knife was silent for a moment, then stood up and looked at the moon in the sky, the moon in the wilderness seemed to be extraordinarily large, and the bright moonlight was not contaminated with a trace of dust, just like the young eyes that had not been polluted by the wilderness.

After a while, the old knife handle spoke: "I want to be a wild thief." ”

(End of chapter)

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