"Boom la la ......"

The heat rose, Liu Zifeng wiped his wet hair, and sighed with satisfaction, and suddenly felt a lot of fatigue dissipated. Although this Wuguang City is no longer prosperous as before, and the inn is very simple, there is a hot water supply, which makes Liu Zifeng a little surprised.

Since the beginning of Qixia Town, these days, under the wind and rain, the mountains and rivers are blowing, and I feel that my whole body is slimy, Liu Zifeng is overjoyed, and hurriedly took a shower and changed clothes, at this moment there is a feeling of being as light as a swallow.

Back in the room, Liu Zifeng looked at the wooden bed that was still half empty, and then at the shabby bedroom on the floor, and couldn't help but sigh silently. After eating and drinking enough to take a bath, if you can lie down on a comfortable bed and have a good dream, you will be as happy as a fairy.

Just about to lie down, Leng Buding saw Song Xitong's little feet move a few times, and then kicked again, but he kicked the quilt away again.

Liu Zifeng looked helpless, got up with a headache, picked up the quilt and covered her again. Looking at her sleeping face facing the sky, breathing quietly and evenly, looking as cute as a child, Liu Zifeng couldn't help but smile slightly.

"I... I'm not..."

Suddenly, Song Xitong's brows suddenly wrinkled, a little face was full of nervousness, and there was a vague murmur in his mouth, even Liu Zifeng, who was close, didn't hear what she was saying clearly, so he had to tilt his head sideways and ask in a low voice: "Senior Sister Xitong, what's wrong with you?"

There was no response, only Song Xitong's expression became more and more nervous, clutching the quilt with both hands, and kept shaking her head: "It's not me, it's not me, I don't want to ...... Leave me alone......"

At the end, the girl's voice was already crying, as if there was a lingering nightmare in her dream, which was entanglement and tearing her nerves.

Liu Zifeng's face was also not good-looking, but he had no choice but to shout softly on the side: "Senior Sister Xitong, wake up! What's wrong with you?

However, Song Xitong was always asleep, and the unconscious dreams in her mouth were sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, which made Liu Zifeng anxious. I didn't know what to do, but I saw Song Xitong's beautiful eyes closed, her mouth whimpering, two lines of tears slowly flowing, and she looked aggrieved as if she had been robbed of her beloved things.

Liu Zifeng froze in place, but for some reason she had a feeling of empathy, reached out and gently wiped away the tears on both sides of her cheeks, gently patted Song Xitong's shoulder, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, it's all over...... No matter how sad things are, except in our hearts, they have long since disappeared with time......"

The sad teenager, some of whom are unconscious, have tears in their eyes, what can they do? What can they do? What else can they become?

Song Xitong quieted down, Liu Zifeng looked lonely, presumably when he was alone before, he would have dreamed like this, right?

Thinking of this, Liu Zifeng suddenly realized that the mortal world was so lonely, and perhaps only the depths of his heart were the Pure Land of the Soul. Just as he was about to get up, suddenly an arm stretched out towards him, and suddenly climbed up Liu Zifeng's neck, and then the other arm also circled, hugged him, and refused to let go.

Liu Zifeng was caught off guard, and was suddenly hugged tightly by Song Xitong, and the whole person almost fell. Looking sideways, the cheeks of the two were close at hand, and you could see the fine fluff on her jade-like face, as well as the dried tears that had not yet dissipated. Liu Zifeng's face turned red violently, and he turned his head sideways to stop looking at her, but the thought of having such a captivating face in his heart gave birth to the thought, and he was a little flustered for a while.

Song Xitong staggered her hands around Liu Zifeng's neck, as if hanging on him, the scene was ambiguous, but fortunately, there was no one else in the house. Liu Zifeng grabbed Song Xitong's arm with both hands, and he didn't dare to exert much strength, and he couldn't pull Song Xitong's fingers away after struggling for a long time. On the contrary, Song Xitong seemed to feel it, and suddenly turned over from lying on her back, pressing Liu Zifeng to the side.

Liu Zifeng's eyes were blank, and the whole person was pressed sideways by Song Xitong as if he was stupid, lying on the bed and unable to move, and the delicate touch of the girl's skin came from his neck, which was cold and cold with a hint of chill.

He had never experienced such an experience, and he was dumbfounded, and he was at a loss for a while, not knowing what to do.

The sleeping Song Xitong seemed to grasp the life-saving straw, refusing to let go, the expression on his face gradually soothed, and he murmured softly: "...... Don't go...... Help me......"

While muttering inarticulately, his little head was more into Liu Zifeng's arms, as if he felt more at ease. Liu Zifeng stiffened, only stunned and at her mercy, feeling that the petite figure in his arms here was trembling slightly, and it took a long time before he quieted down, making a slight "whirring" sound.

Liu Zifeng hugged the back of his head with both hands, watching the moonlight enter the room, and he didn't feel sleepy. Song Xitong hung on him like a kitten, and she didn't mean to let go of him at all.

Liu Zifeng tried to move his body, but was hugged tighter by Song Xitong, and hurriedly stopped and didn't dare to move. Seeing that she was sleeping peacefully, Liu Zifeng could only sigh helplessly, and couldn't bear to wake her up.

"What kind of thing is this?" Liu Zifeng lamented in his heart, and the cold touch from his skin made him more and more sober. His eyes widened, and his mind began to think about the mental method of the soul condensation chapter of "Earth Ghost Technique".

I don't know how long it took for Liu Zifeng to fall asleep. The moonlight shone charmingly on the two of them, and at some point, Liu Zifeng put one hand on Song Xitong's shoulder, like two helpless travelers, finding peace of mind.

The night sinks like water, the frogs outside the window chirp and the cicadas chirp, and the willow wind seems to have a long dream.

......

As always, the green water and green mountains, a verdant inner valley between the green mountains, the smoke of cooking, the sound of laughter, a paradise scene. Three or five children were playing and frolicking in the village, and one of them was a handsome young man of about four or five years old, covered in mud, and the contours of his eyebrows and eyes were a little similar to Liu Zifeng, but at this moment he said angrily: "It's not fair! Why do you keep running and let me keep catching you alone?"

Opposite him, several boys and girls stopped when they heard this, and one of the boys said: "What's unfair about this? It's obvious that Zifeng is too stupid, not only can't he catch anyone, but every time he guesses boxing, he loves scissors, and he blames us for losing." ”

Liu Zifeng, who looked like a child, snorted and said, "No, it's all a few of you who are cheating, and you made an appointment to win me together, no, let's do it again!"

A few boys and girls around looked at each other, Liu Zifeng was right, everyone knew that he would come out with scissors when he guessed the box, but after all, he was still a little bullied. Several people looked at each other, and then said, "Okay, okay, let's do it again." ”

While a group of people were frolicking, a stranger suddenly came to the door of the village. This man was covered in blood, his white hair was also covered with blood, and he was already staggering and almost falling down when he stood at the entrance of the village.

A few people were about to guess the boxing, Liu Zifeng was facing the position at the entrance of the village, and he was suddenly startled, and exclaimed: "Oh no! Look, someone is injured!"

The other children were startled by his sudden shout, and they all turned their heads to look, and their eyes showed horror, and they hurriedly ran to a haystack and hid, only a few heads poked out and kept looking.

At this time, the sharp-eyed villagers found the figure at the entrance of the village, and after hurriedly calling a few people, they carried the stranger who was already unconscious away to rest, and one of the young men saw Liu Zifeng and shouted: "Zifeng, quickly find Aunt Shuyan over, this person's life is in danger, it will be too late later!"

I saw that the middle-aged man had a bloody face, and there was a little girl on his back, also full of silver hair, who seemed to have fallen into a coma. Hearing the young man's voice, Liu Zifeng let out a sigh and hurriedly ran towards home.

Not long after, Liu Zifeng's mother Qin Shuyan came, and when she arrived, the villagers all smiled slightly, and they were no longer worried. After treating this white-haired stranger, it didn't take long for this person to wake up and thank Qin Shuyan vigorously.

Liu Zifeng stood at the doorway, poking his head out and looking in. Looking along his line of sight, he happened to see the silver-haired girl next to the middle-aged man. At this time, the little girl had woken up, except for some embarrassment on her body, her expression was a little timid, and she was clutching the middle-aged man's arm.

The little girl's expression seemed to be a little frightened, and occasionally when she saw everyone's eyes, she hurriedly lowered her head. However, as if feeling a sneaky gaze, the little girl looked up, and saw a boy of about four or five years old standing at the door, his eyes were clear, and when he saw her, he immediately grinned, made a grimace and ran away.

In the evening, when the smoke was curling in the village, Liu Zifeng sat at the dining table, looked at his busy mother and asked curiously: "Mother, who is the injured uncle today?

Qin Shuyan said with a smile while cleaning up the table: "You, I told you that you don't understand, they are refugees from the Northern Desert, but the injury is no longer serious, Zifeng, have you eaten enough?"

Liu Zifeng nodded, and he didn't know if he understood the meaning of "refugee", but seeing that terrible appearance covered in blood, it was not a good thing. As soon as I thought of this, the eyes of a silver-haired girl suddenly appeared in my mind, which were a pair of special amber pupils, but they were full of various emotions such as fear, worry, and helplessness. Liu Zifeng looked strange, he was only four or five years old, he didn't know the pain and sorrow, how could he read the emotions?

Since then, the middle-aged man has taken the little girl to live in the village. On weekdays, middle-aged men rarely come out, and occasionally follow the villagers up the mountain to hunt and grow some grains.

No one mentioned the man's origins, but as time passed, several strange things happened in the village.