A few majestic shouts and curses accompanied by a burst of hip-hop sound came from afar, disturbing Mo Qing's dream, like a violent person reprimanding a few helpless bear children. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mo Qing suddenly came to his senses, and the warmth under his body suddenly became very clear.

A consciousness suddenly jumped into my mind: wet the bed!

Mo Qing touched the fluffy unknown mattress under him with his hand, confirming the area of wetness, and the real situation made him feel ashamed and uneasy: the mattress was wet, and there was a shallow pool of water under his buttocks.

Absurdity, unreality and a sense of shame poured into Mo Qing's heart together, he stopped wetting the bed at the age of one, and today he actually tasted this long-lost feeling again, and it was still in a strange place.

Mo Qing propped up the bed under him with her soft hands, and tried several times to sit up.

All I had gained from these movements just now was the pain of tearing my body, and the pain and dizziness of my head like being slashed by an axe.

The idea of sitting up turned into a luxury, and he had to move his body hard, moving closer to the wall little by little. It doesn't feel good at all to be soaked in the urine that is gradually getting cold.

Turning his head sideways, Mo Qing endured the pain in his brain and extreme dizziness, rolled his eyes, slowly looked at the wall in front of him made of stone and mud, and laboriously thought about his situation—extreme exhaustion and dizziness made his thinking extremely slow.

The fault line of memory has been connected, and he provoked a monkey king who lost his mind because he pulled the monkey hair, and then he was beaten off the cliff in shame, as if he went down with himself and the monkey who beat him.

He had already remembered these things when he was lying alone in the grass, but what happened after he fell into the cliff, how could he end up in the wasteland for no reason?

And this, what's going on? He raised his arm with difficulty, and a small black hand appeared in front of him.

Is this really his own hand? How did it become so small? Is it the size of a six-year-old doll's hand? Mo Qing stared at the thin little hand in a daze, and his eyes were full of confusion.

He struggled to remember, trying to remember what had happened after he had fallen off the cliff, but it was painful.

Mo Qing's whole body tensed, like a dead fish, lying straight on the bed, with his mouth open and howling silently.

After a while, the pain of the soul being torn apart slowly disappeared, Mo Qing's tense body slowly relaxed, and the whole person seemed to have just been fished out of the water, drenched all over.

He had tasted the pain several times as he lay on the moor, and every time he tried to remember what had happened after he had fallen off the cliff, his brain felt this extreme pain.

Although he had tasted this taste several times, his nerves obviously still couldn't adapt to this extreme torture, and every time the pain still made him want to die.

Mo Qing stared at the eyeballs that were about to protrude, slowly retracted his sockets, and let out two long breaths before he could be regarded as relieved.

grinned helplessly and wryly, and trembled and stuffed the arm in front of him back into the bed.

Forget it! Don't think about it yet, let's figure out where I am! Mo Qing sighed lightly, thinking secretly in his heart. Then he turned his gaze to the opposite wall.

There was a row of wooden stakes the size of a baby's arm, and on them hung three bows of various sizes, and several white feathered arrows, the same as those hanging from the waist of the great man.

In the corner of the wall, a three-strand steel fork stood quietly. On the other stakes hung a skinned wolf, half of its body missing, and some meat of various sizes, which had also been well processed.

Mo Qing looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't recognize what kind of beasts they were.

It seems that he was rescued, and looking at the surrounding furnishings, he was lying in a hunter's house.

Think about it, besides the hunter, who can kill a strong wolf with one arrow. Of course, he is a master like the old man, except for the master who put the wolf king down with his bare hands.

When someone comes later, ask where this is, so that I can go home as soon as possible, this time I have been away from home for so long, the old man has to be in a hurry. When he remembered the scene when the old man was crying in his dream, rushing back and forth to find himself, Mo Qing's heart felt like he had been cut by a knife.

However, after thinking of the fact that he was wetting the bed, Mo Qing didn't expect someone to come, a person in his teens, wetting the bed in a completely unfamiliar place!

Mo Qing's body was wet again, it wasn't that he was wetting the bed again, but he quietly moved back, ready to warm up the wetted mattress.

Mo Qing endured the dampness, but secretly rejoiced that there was no one in the house.

A burst of children's laughter and the sound of running from far to near, Mo Qing's heart hung slightly.

When a few children appeared in the doorway made of tree branches, Mo Qing secretly pulled the mattress covering his body to his side with his hands, then closed his eyes and snorted softly.

Although her eyes were closed, Mo Qing could still feel that the three children were already standing lightly in front of the bed, and they were looking at her with curious eyes.

Mo Qing suddenly heard someone sniffing, and after a few inaudible muttering sounds, the sound of sniffing hard became three.

Fortunately, they only sucked for a while before stopping, which made Mo Qing's nervous heart relax.

When he was rejoicing, Mo Qing suddenly felt that the mattress covering his body was lifted a crack, and then three small hands reached in together, and one of them also touched his ****.

Listening to their breathless laughter, Mo Qing could only close his eyes and beat the little snoring more happily in addition to being ashamed and angry......

Mo Qing, who was already able to get out of bed ten days later, swore that he would no longer drink the kind of porridge that was so rare that he could see the human figure.

Although Uncle Mo Lun told him that this porridge was the most effective for his body recovery, Mo Qing still stubbornly held on to a meat bone and gnawed non-stop. Thinking of the hateful faces of Mo Tietou, Mo Hei Dog, and Mo Heiwa, Mo Qing was deeply disgusted by the culprit who caused him to wet the bed.

After driving away the black baby ironhead who wanted to pull Mo Qing to run wildly, Aunt Li carried Mo Qing, who was walking tremblingly in the small courtyard full of sunshine, back to the house and put her on the bed where the mattress had been dried.

In Aunt Li's words, Mo Qing's body is still too weak and needs to rest more, only when he rests well, can he quickly raise his body and beat up the black dogs.

For Aunt Li, who has no children and raises herself as her own son, Mo Qing still has to listen to it. Lying on the bed obediently, let Aunt Li tuck the quilt for herself.

After Aunt Li left, Mo Qing reached out and grabbed the monkey squatting on his chest, and regardless of its fierce resistance, he stuffed this guy who had never wanted to stay under the bed since Mo Qing had wetted the bed.

Then, while staring at the roof with a pair of black and white eyes, which was also made of tree branches, he controlled the monkey with his hand to prevent it from getting out of the bed.

In ten days, Mo Qing knew a lot.

I know that the village where he is now is called Mocun, which is a village located in the remnants of Moling Mountain, and the nearest town is also 100 miles away, and he makes a living by hunting.

Knowing that the man who rescued him was called Mo Lun, he was the best hunter in this village, and knew that he and Aunt Li wanted to raise him as a son.

I learned their obscure language, and I knew that my body was extremely weak and needed a good rest.

But the more she knew, the more uncomfortable Mo Qing felt in her heart. Because he didn't know where his familiar grandfather was.

I have asked Uncle Molun, and even the most knowledgeable Huang Yaoshi in the village has not heard of the Pangu Mountain Range.

Middle Earth Holy Continent, Dongsheng Shenzhou, Beiju Luzhou, these famous places, people are familiar with the place names all over again, the so-called knowledgeable Huang Yaoshi just shook his head vigorously, and in the end, this hateful guy actually put his hand on Mo Qing's brow, wanting to see if he had a fever and was talking nonsense.

Mo Qing was disappointed, and closed his eyes tiredly, two tears sliding from the corners of his eyes, because he suddenly remembered a legend about the whole world that the old man had told him

-- No one knows how big the five continents are, and no one knows how many people live on these lands.

However, although these continents are vast and the countries are diverse, they have a strange feature, that is, all people share the same language, and although the accents are slightly different in some places, they are basically the same and can be understood. According to the old man, this is because people lived together in the first place.

Could it be that he is no longer in the original world? Thinking of Uncle Mo Lun's strange language that they couldn't understand at all, Mo Qing's heart was cold.

No, it can't be! The old man is usually so unreliable, and this must be what he made up to deceive himself!

Mo Qing roared in his heart. However, the roar felt weak, because later, in order to confirm what the old man said, Mo Qing buried himself in the sea of books for two months, and found a lot of conclusive evidence from many books that introduced the history, culture, customs, and geography of the five continents.

Is it true that he is not in the original world? Mo Qing's heart is like a knife. Thinking of the desperate call of the old man in the dream, Mo Qing felt that his heart was broken, and it was difficult to breathe in pain.

Mo Qing just wanted to treat the experience of the past few days as a dream, and twisted his arm desperately, except for the bruised marks, but he did not wake up from the dream.

Mo Qing didn't know how many times she woke up crying these nights.

After waking up crying, looking at the dark sky, I could only cry silently like a knife. When night came, he stared and refused to sleep, afraid to see the old man's red and swollen eyes, afraid to see his figure that was suddenly old, afraid to hear the old man's crying voice.

Mo Qing hated that he didn't stay at home well, and hated the monkey who knocked him off the cliff.

When he grabbed the monkey out and was about to tear this scourge to pieces, seeing those eyes full of pity, Mo Qing tightly held this Dongxi, who seemed to be very familiar with himself and could obey his commands, in his arms, and buried his head in crying.

The monkey who felt that Mo Qing was in a bad mood stayed in Mo Qing's quilt and stopped struggling, stretched out his tongue and licked it lightly on the back of Mo Qing's hand, so as to comfort Mo Qing's homesick heart.

Mo Qing took the monkey out of the bed, put it in front of him and said, "In the future, the two of us will depend on each other, neither of us can abandon anyone, okay?"

The monkey touches Mo Qing's hand with his front paws.

Mo Qing grinned at the corner of his mouth, "Then let's just say it, we can't go back, we all high-fived and swore an oath." ”

"Then I'll give you a name, I can't call you a monkey all day long, what's your name?" Mo Qing looked at the roof and thought.

"In the future, you will be called Fu Jiang, how about bringing rolling blessings to the two of us?"

"This name is too meaningful, without a certain connotation, it can't be named. ”

"Don't roll your eyes, anyway, I like this name very much, you see you are dressed in yellow hair and gold, what is it called if you are not called Fujiang. ”

Aunt Li, who went out, came back again, put a small basket with needles and threads and other things on Mo Qing's bedside, smiled and watched Mo Qing and the monkey mutter, this child is too preoccupied, he can wake up crying at night, and it is good to be able to talk to the monkey.

Although I can't hear what he's talking about, as long as the child is happy, don't you see him laughing, this should be the child really laughing from the bottom of his heart these days.

Aunt Li, who was happy in her heart, brought in a lot of animal skins from the outside, and a neatly stacked cloth. After measuring Mo Qing with his hands, he picked up the scissors and cut them.

Mo Qing lay on the bed, holding the monkey, watching Aunt Li busy, while listening to her nagging to dress herself up as the most beautiful child in the village.

Mo Qing suddenly felt that he didn't miss the old man so much.