Song Lanjiang, who was about to bite down the scones, suddenly heard a baby crying, and Song Lanjiang's first reaction was to take the scones into his arms, bend down and look in the direction where the cry came from.

By the moonlight, he could vaguely see a figure in a black cloak, sitting deeper down the alley. The baby's cry came from the man's bosom.

The baby's cry made the man in the black cloak look nervous, it was a woman who was holding the baby in her arms, and her mouth was constantly coaxing the child.

Song Lanjiang looked at the woman silently, vigilant about what might happen, if there was any rash move to hurt him, he would definitely fight for his life or run away.

After a while, Song Lanjiang found that the woman had no intention of coming, she just coaxed the baby in her arms, but her voice became more and more messy.

Song Lanjiang breathed a sigh of relief and didn't bother with the woman anymore.

In this kind of world, countless people starved to death on the streets. As long as you take care of yourself, it is okay for others to live or die, it is none of his business.

Song Lanjiang took out the scones from his arms again, and the time in his arms made the scones less hard and more delicious.

He opened his mouth again, ready to bite down.

The baby over there suddenly let out a louder cry, which made Song Lanjiang's hand that was about to put the scone in his mouth stop abruptly.

He turned his head and looked at the woman over there, who was even more anxious to coax the baby in her arms, but the baby was crying louder and louder, and there was no intention of stopping.

Song Lanjiang looked at the woman, and then at the baby in her arms. Finally, his eyes were focused on the scone in his hand.

"I have two scones, give them one, I have another one, if you bear with it, you can hold on until Lao Mo comes back. Song Lanjiang thought first.

"I can't give it, in case something happens, it's too hard to get food. Song Lanjiang shook his head, simply turned around, turned his back to the woman and the baby girl, and took a big bite on the scones.

"Really Fragrant"

Song Lanjiang, who hadn't eaten for two days, felt that this scone was too fragrant, and the aroma of wheat echoed in his mouth.

At this time, the baby's cry from behind Song Lanjiang was slowly weakening. At the same time, the woman's increasingly anxious tone was heard.

Song Lanjiang swallowed the scones in his mouth and felt even more hungry, but he still turned around and looked at the woman behind him, who had already cried into tears, and the dry fingers stretched out from under the cloak were tremblingly caressing the little baby's cheeks, and her face was full of despair.

Song Lanjiang stood up with both hands, rushed to the woman's side in a few steps, looked into the woman's arms, and saw that the little baby lying in it was already pale, closed his eyes, and no longer crying.

"For You to Eat"

The woman raised her teary eyes, looked at the scones in Song Lanjiang's hand and shook her head.

Instead, she picked up the baby in her arms a little, and said anxiously: "Child, I am highly poisoned, and I can't even kiss the child." Can you soften the scones and feed them to my daughter, she...... She's dying!"

Hearing that Song Lanjiang was stunned, but the facts did not allow Zhao Lanjiang to think about it anymore, so he hurriedly tore off a small piece of scone and put it in his mouth, softening it with saliva.

The sweet wheat fragrance of the scones is still there, but you can't eat it, and you have to spit it out, which really makes Song Lanjiang very painful.

Song Lanjiang still used the scones he chewed into a puree, and with the help of the mother of the little girl, fed it to her mouth.

Song Lanjiang kept feeding like this, biting down the scones, chewing soft and sending them to the little girl's mouth.

His stomach growled with hunger, and the sweetness in his mouth still tempted him to swallow his food. But looking at the little baby girl whose complexion gradually returned to ruddy, he couldn't swallow the food in his hand.

Finally, the little baby girl stopped eating. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Song Lanjiang looked at the scone that was already missing a large piece in his hand, gritted his teeth and handed another complete scone in his hand to the woman.

"It's all for you, don't let her go hungry anymore. ”

The woman waved her hand and refused the food handed out by Song Lanjiang, he looked at the tattered Song Lanjiang, she could hear the scream of Song Lanjiang's stomach, and knew how important this piece of scone was to this child, but this child still handed over the food in his hand, just to save his daughter......

The woman pulls down the cloak from her head, revealing her entire face.

Song Lanjiang finally saw the woman's face, a black-haired person from the Central Plains, the woman's age was not very old, she looked about twenty-five years old, although Song Lanjiang was just thirteen years old, he could see that the woman in front of him was too beautiful, and the beauty was almost suffocating.

Song Lanjiang has not yet reached the age of being interested in the opposite sex, so he has no other ideas except that he thinks this woman is beautiful.

"Do you know me?"

"I don't know you. Seeing that it was okay, Song Lanjiang took a few steps back and kept a safe distance.

Hearing Song Lanjiang say that she didn't know herself, this woman breathed a sigh of relief. "Even though this kid looks cold and smells of blood," she thought. But this child can give up the food to save my daughter, and his nature does not seem to be bad. ”

Song Lanjiang felt that this woman was mysterious, and when he saw the baby girl sleeping peacefully, he felt that there was no need to stay any longer, so he didn't speak, turned around and walked towards the alley without looking back, he decided to go back to his nest and eat his own food slowly.

The woman looked at Song Lanjiang's back, and moved her mouth when she wanted to say something, but she didn't speak.

Song Lanjiang was thinking about how to arrange tomorrow while walking, and it was not long before he came to the alley.

Suddenly, a man in black suddenly appeared, and a sword silently pressed against Song Lanjiang's throat.

Before Song Lanjiang's body could react, the person had already been grabbed back into the alley.

"Dongchang's fanzi?"

"Cao Zhen, wait a minute!" came the woman's voice from behind, and she continued, "This kid is not a bad person, just now this kid helped me and my daughter." “

After hearing this, the middle-aged man slowly moved away from the blade of the sword against Song Lanjiang's throat. The moment his sword blade was just moved, Song Lanjiang was about to run away as soon as he twisted his body!

"Although you are not a fanzi, please stay here a little longer. The middle-aged man grabbed the back of Song Lanjiang's neck and pressed it to the ground.

Song Lanjiang sat on the ground and looked up at the middle-aged man, who had a handsome face and a sharp aura like a sword, and the black clothes on his body were tattered and there were large areas of blood.

The middle-aged man's body caught Song Lanjiang's attention the most was that he had a scabbard and a scabbard around his waist, one of the swords had been unsheathed, and the icy sword was in the man's hand. The other scabbard is a scabbard composed of chains, the layers of chains lock a knife, and it is completely impossible to see how to use it, and the pattern on the handle of the knife is a winged hungry tiger, looking at the fierce god and killing people's souls.

The woman is holding the baby and standing very snuggly behind the man. The man looked at Song Lanjiang carefully, looked at the woman with slightly puzzled eyes, and after receiving the woman's nod, he put away his sword.

"Did the people from Dongchang catch up?" the woman asked softly.

"Hmm. There are quite a few of them. We are already fenced. The man replied, and the man looked at the woman with a loving look and said, "You and our children will live well." I will protect you alive!"

The man showed a look of indignation, gritted his teeth, and seemed very unwilling.

At this time, Song Lanjiang saw clearly that the man's hands were as thin as the woman's hands, and black blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth from time to time.

The woman stopped talking, and looked at the child in her arms with a kind face.

Her daughter slept deeply, and her little face was covered with a faint flush. Looking at this blush, women and men seem to be stupid. It seems that no matter how great the danger is, no matter how big the predicament, they can have the courage to face it.

Suddenly, the man coughed, and a large piece of black blood flew out of his mouth and fell to the ground.

"If it weren't for the fact that we fell into the Five Poison Sect's Fallen Immortals and dispersed, if it wasn't for us falling into the trap of these villains, how could the people from Dongchang be our opponents!" The man said fiercely with weakness.

Song Lanjiang listened to the conversation between the two people, and his intuition told him that danger was already approaching here.

He wants to run away, a small person like an ant like him, if he is not careful, he will be trampled to death by these big people.

"Whoosh~~" A whistle sounded in the night sky. When the man heard this whistle, he wanted to cheer up vigorously, but a large mouthful of poisonous blood spurted out again, and the poison had eroded the couple's internal organs, and it was a miracle that he was able to hold on until now.

Seeing the man vomiting blood and falling, the woman was also very anxious, and she couldn't help but shed a mouthful of blood, so she could only sit down next to her husband.

The man felt the weakened body of the woman beside him, he gritted his teeth, holding the handle of the knife that was bound by chains with one hand and the chains with the other.

The man pulled out the knife hard, and the green tendons on his hands were revealed, so that his hands kept trembling, but the blade did not move at all.

The poison flares up again, and the man spits out a mouthful of blood again,

The knife was not unsheathed.

"Still no, God will not let us be here today"

The man touched the blood from his mouth with his hand and looked at the knife.

"We fell so hard for this knife, why can't I go with it. ”

Both men and women have run out of gas, and the lamp has dried up, and they have only persevered in their beliefs for so many days, and the poison is eroding their bodies, let alone escaping, and if there is any drastic action, they may be killed here.

The woman grabbed Song Lanjiang in the air, and Song Lanjiang was caught in front of the woman, and the woman already knew that it was the last moment, so she stuffed the baby girl in her arms into Song Lanjiang's hands.

"Child, protect my child, take care of him, please"

Song Lanjiang was stunned, he looked at the sleeping baby girl and the anxious woman in his arms, and couldn't think for a while.

When the man saw his wife entrusting his daughter to Song Lanjiang, he said "That's it", and stuffed the knife that was heavily chained into the hand of Song Lanjiang.

"Boy, you remember to protect my daughter, my knife will be given to you as a reward, if you don't want to, you can come to me in the next life, hahaha"

Song Lanjiang's already stunned consciousness finally returned, feeling the weight of the baby girl and the knife in his hand.

"Let's go, child, I beg you to take care of my daughter" The woman lifted her husband with tears in her eyes, and the two grabbed their weapons and walked towards the mouth of the alley together.

"Boy, let's go to the streets and give you time to escape, and later tell my daughter that his father Cao is really a hero who loves her. The man rarely said a gentle word to Song Lanjiang, and then he took out the sword in his hand and walked straight towards the alley against the cold wind.

"Whoosh~Whoosh~Whoosh~" Arrows rang out one after another in the city, and the strange thing is that since the first arrow, the city seemed to be an empty city, and there were no warriors and guards to check it, and even the night watchman was not shouting.

Song Lanjiang did not use the cover of the couple to go out, but turned around and ran deeper into the alley, looked left and right, opened the partition of a sewage pit, covered the partition, and stuck the pit wall with both feet so that he would not fall into the sewage.

At this time, I vaguely heard the cries of weapons colliding and people dying outside.