Chapter Twenty-Three: Anti-Guest-oriented

Creation of the Divine Continent.

An old man and a middle-aged man are on top of a cliff.

The old man's hair is black and white, and he is old and old. The middle-aged man has deep eyes and stubble, casual but a little chic. One sits, the other standing.

The middle-aged man had something to say, but the old man had nothing to answer.

"Dad, almost, I should take him for a walk. The middle-aged man kissed and spoke, his voice a little heavy.

The old man didn't speak, but in his old eyes, an indescribable complexity emerged.

"If he can't hold it, then it's gone. ”

"If you hold ......"

The middle-aged man did not continue halfway through his speech, but looked into the distance and sighed softly.

Both of them were silent.

In the twilight, the middle-aged man slowly turned around and left, before leaving, the old man finally spoke, and his voice like a bell on weekdays was a little old and weak this time.

"Take good care of Yun'er. ”

The middle-aged man turned his back, no longer looking at his father's lonely back, and walked towards his house.

But I never thought that my back was also lonely.

At the door of the house, a woman was squatting, hugging a little boy tightly, and beside them, there was a little girl with a puzzled expression.

Tears flowed in the woman's eyes, and when she saw the middle-aged man coming, she held her son Xiaobai's hand and hugged it tighter.

"Mother, aren't you just going to get a sword, don't cry. ”

Xiaobai raised his hand to wipe the tears from the woman's face, and then turned his head to look at his sister.

"Stupid girl, take good care of your mother, don't let your mother cry anymore. ”

The little girl on the side clenched her little fists and nodded heavily.

Xiaobai gently pushed away his mother's mother, then reached out to comb the beautiful woman's hair, turned around, and walked towards the middle-aged man who was already standing not far away.

When the two of them left, the sun was setting.

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"Bai Yunhuan, you big liar. ”

"It's okay to get out of Fuliu Town, and there will be other towns if you can't go far. ”

"We've been walking for almost three days, not to mention the town, and we haven't even seen a chicken. ”

......

"Bai Yunhuan, you big liar. ”

Misery had already taken off a shirt to cover his bald head, and the remaining underwear was already soaked with sweat, and he muttered to Bai Yunhuan as he walked forward.

Bai Yunhuan was carrying the little beggar on his back, his face was a little empty, and he smiled:

"Don't worry, it's going to be fast. ”

Misery pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, and this time he spoke in a tone that dragged on for a long time:

"Big ...... Scamming ...... Sub ......"

Chu Buwei has been silently following Bai Yunhuan on the side, rarely speaking, but turning his head from time to time to look at the little girl on Bai Yunhuan's back, afraid that she will suffer from heat stroke.

The three of them set off from the river outside Fuliu Town three days ago, and according to Bai Yunhuan's plan, they went from Fuliu Town to the next town, no more than one day, but they didn't know where the problem was, and the three of them had been in the third day, and they still hadn't encountered a place where there were people.

Although the little beggar on Bai Yunhuan's back may know what went wrong, she didn't speak.

Bai Yunhuan wanted to carry her, so she let him carry it, no matter how hot it was, she just hugged his back so tightly.

The scorching sun hangs in the sky.

Among the three people, Bai Yunhuan and Chu Buwei suddenly stopped. The suffering didn't perceive what was happening, but he could sense the strangeness of Bai Yunhuan and Chu Buwei, and then his face tightened.

However, Bai Yunhuan paused for a moment and then continued to walk forward, but the little beggar on his back gently knocked Bai Yunhuan's back with his hand and motioned for Bai Yunhuan to put her down.

Chu Buwei, who stopped, was puzzled when he heard Bai Yunhuan continue to walk forward, but he still followed and said softly:

"Don't you avoid it?"

Bai Yunhuan grinned and pointed to the suffering.

"What are you afraid of, do you think this big bald head can't even beat a dozen bandits?"

Chu Buwei shook his head and smiled faintly.

The suffering was confused before this, and I knew that when I heard the two of them say this, I roughly understood what was going on.

There are people who want to rob the road.

Misery touched his bald head, then stopped, Bai Yunhuan led the little beggar, and Chu Buwei continued to walk forward.

When Bai Yunhuan and the three of them took more than ten steps, the suffering took action.

Bent over and bent his legs, a catapult, a cloud of dust rose on the ground, and a black shadow burst out of the dust, surpassing Bai Yunhuan and the three of them in an instant, and then the black shadow shot straight towards the valley.

Bai Yunhuan and the three of them were like people who had nothing to do, they didn't raise their heads, and they just walked forward unhurriedly.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the three of them slowly reached the valley.

In the middle of the valley, more than a dozen people were lying on the ground holding their heads and screaming, and next to them stood a monk who was gouging out his ears.

"It's slow. Misery flicked his fingers and looked at the three men who were walking slowly into the valley.

Bai Yunhuan said angrily:

"You think people are just like you. ”

"Fill your brain with muscles. ”

Misery rolled her eyes.

Bai Yunhuan asked the little beggar to wait with Chu Buwei on the side, and he walked towards the dozen or so bandits who were beaten by suffering and couldn't get up.

Coming to the most brightly dressed person among the bandits, Bai Yunhuan slowly squatted down and looked at the bandit leader who buried his face in the ground with a smile.

The people on the ground were motionless.

"Don't pretend, don't pretend. ”

“......”

The people of the earth were still silent.

"If you play dead again, I'll set you on fire."

......

The leader of the robbers who was lying on the ground raised his head with a bang, and he was still lying on the ground, and the raised face was full of smiles.

"Uncle, uncle. ”

"Aren't we eating together? ”

The more he laughed, the more flattering he became.

"Uncle, you don't remember villains, and let our brothers go like farts for a dozen or so. ”

"Uncle, do you think so? ”

This uncle screamed so kindly, Bai Yunhuan grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth.

"Do you have a carriage in your stockade?"

"Yes, yes, uncle, what else do you want?"

"Where's the silver? ”

"There are some and there are some, all for you, uncle. ”

Bai Yunhuan smiled with satisfaction, turned around and made a gesture to the tribulation of the three of them.

Then the original four people suddenly became nearly twenty people, and then walked a few kilometers to a small cottage, and the suffering kicked and kicked the robber leader to the village and brought out a carriage and two good horses.

Originally, the dozens of taels of silver that the robber leader held in his hand were going to be handed over to Bai Yunhuan, Bai Yunhuan smiled, only took fifteen taels, and said your life, one tael per person.

Then they rode away on horseback and the tribulation and waited for others.

When the four of them walked away, these ten or so people dared to gather.

"Big brother, if we don't contact other villages, let's ...... again"

Before he could finish speaking, the leader of the robbers slapped his speaking subordinates on the ground and shouted:

"Contact a fart!"

"If the fucking robbery doesn't succeed, you will be robbed! You are not ashamed, Lao Tzu is ashamed!"

The subordinates who were slapped on the ground hurriedly said yes.

Then the leader of the robbers suppressed his anger and said solemnly:

"Isn't it more convenient for the monk's skill to chop you all up and then let me lead you to the village?"

"Since people have no intention of killing, let's not hit the knife edge. ”

"Say ...... again"

"I have a gut feeling that next time we'll go to trouble someone. ”

"The one who shot it might be that white-haired boy..."

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