The barbarian boy buried his head tightly in the snow, unwilling to stand up. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIn this empty place where no one cares, although he is thin and weak on weekdays, he never cries, but he finally can't stop crying.

"Abba, you shouldn't have risked the battle for Xiaohu, Xiaohu's thin body is not worth your life at all. I've been a waste all my life, and maybe as they say, I'll only be able to exist as a weak person. Xue Hu hammered his chest and cried.

"Haha, if crying can solve the problem, there will be no trouble in this world, and your enemies will not let you go because of your tears. A clear and loud voice came from nowhere.

"Who is it?" The barbarian boy hurriedly stopped his tears and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hands. He can secretly cry sadly, but he will never tolerate tears in front of outsiders, because he is the son of the Fengqiu Flying Tiger general.

"Poof" A bush was suddenly opened by a hand, and the snowflakes in the bush fell with a clatter. A man covered in snow and a majestic figure dressed in barbarian clothes walked out,

After the barbarian boy Xue Hu saw the appearance of that person, he couldn't help but have a surprised look on his face.

"Ah, is it you, Abba?" Xue Hu asked softly with joy and disbelief.

"I'm not your father, but I think even if your father looks at you like this, he will be heartbroken!" The person who came out was Xue Che, seeing the young man in front of him who was seven or eight points similar to himself, Xue Che sighed and said.

When the barbarian boy heard Xue Che's words, he looked at Xue Che carefully, and sat on the ground in amazement for a while. It turned out that after a long time of careful observation, he found that although this person looked similar to his Abba, he was too younger, more like his brother than his own Abba!

"Who are you and why are you here!" Xue Hu was a little vigilant, although the person in front of him gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy, but seeing that his clothes were not from the Fengqiu Barbarians, it was really suspicious to appear in this jungle like this, and his hand quietly reached for the battle knife on the ground.

"Boy, you are really too careful, this Wind Demon Mountain is a good place for hunting, and it is not only you who can come to the barbarian tribe of Fengqiu, I saw that this kid of yours looks a little similar to me, so I asked you, and can you afford to hold that knife?" Xue Che looked at the barbarian boy's movement towards the war knife, and said meaningfully.

Xue Hu paused, as if he remembered something, his eyes looked at the battle knife full of flames, and whispered to himself

"I must be able to, I am the son of the Flying Tiger General, and I have the blood of a brave man in my veins. Xue Hu's hand suddenly stretched out, holding the war knife left by his father tightly.

"Give it to me!" the barbarian boy gritted his teeth and tried to pick up the sharp knife with one hand, his face was already red from the force, and his teeth were even more squeaky. The knife seemed to stick to the ground, and it didn't move. It turned out that the hard time of dancing the war knife to cut the tree had exhausted Xue Hu's whole body, and he no longer had the strength to lift such a heavy battle knife.

The boy finally gave up this futile action and sat down on the ground.

"Just give up?" Xue Che looked at Xue Hu coldly.

He pointed his arm at the war knife, the war knife that had not moved at all, the sound of "Tatar", the war knife actually floated up in an instant and flew towards Xue Che, Xue Che took the war knife, waved his arm, and in an instant, a cold light swept through this forest. The trees that had grown sturdy were broken.

Seeing that the war knife was so powerful in Xue Che's hands, Xue Hu was stunned for a while.

"The most terrible thing in this world is not that you don't have strong strength, but that you don't have a heart that wants to become stronger, ask if your heart really wants to become stronger! Since God has given you this weak body, you hate it and only make it weaker, it is your only partner, accompany you through pain and happiness, you can only really pick up this knife that you thought you would never be able to lift!" Xue Che's tone was loud and sound, as if with some kind of inexplicable power.

Xue Hu stood up again, the frustrated look he had before because he couldn't hold the sword had disappeared, and he looked at Xue Che and said earnestly

"Can you help me become stronger, I can bear any hardship in order to become stronger!" Xue Hu didn't know why he said this, he had an inexplicable kindness to the person in front of him, making him open his heart and let him trust his intuition.

Xue Che said with a smile

"There are many ways to become stronger, but none of them are easy to walk! What's more, your body seems to be inherently weak, and the hardships are by no means ordinary, can you persevere!"

"I can!" replied Xue Hu resolutely.

"That's fine, you can come here at this time in the future, since we are so similar, it can be regarded as fate, I will help you teach you to be a true warrior!" Xue Che stuck the sword into the ground, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the bushes.

Looking at Xue Che's disappearing figure, the barbarian boy Xue Hu smiled, and he slowly walked into the battle knife. He gently stroked the surface of the battle knife with his palm, and seemed to have hope again, and his arms were full of power to grasp this Dao, exerting all his strength, dragging this sword towards the Fengqiu tribe.