Those who know something about Yiyun know that Yiyun has three things that he cherishes the most: the little girl with whom he lives, Coroline Moretz, the spiritual little black donkey he raises, and his surfboard. ∈♀

Xiao Hei couldn't help but arch Yiyun with his hairy head that was missing half of his ears, Yiyun rubbed its head lovingly, and then took out a ragged gray coat full of patches from the cloth bag carried on the black donkey's back and changed it, and then began to put the garbage taken from the floating board into the cloth bag.

"This old man, just chop off his hand!" Yiyun stopped his movements, lifted a rusty iron rod, and cautiously leaned over to the garbage, and behind the garbage heap, several children with weak bodies and unkempt hair were arguing about what was on the ground.

The children were tied to their waists with a string of dark red shrimp shells, which was a sign of the "tide insects" of the big-headed shrimp group, and these children were all about eleven or twelve years old, and could not get on the boat to pick up the garbage, but could only choose useful things from the garbage that washed up on the beach.

At this time, on the beach surrounded by those children, in the messy garbage, there was a silver-haired man, his left hand was pulled high, a copper chain the thickness of a little thumb was tied to his wrist, and on the other side was a fist-sized silver ball, the children, one holding a pile of black robes and black clothes, obviously the clothes that had just been peeled off the silver-haired man, and the other few were trying hard to tear the ball off Lao Tzu's hand.

"Dangchang!"

A child took out a palm-sized axe and slashed at the copper chain, sending sparks flying and the child being bounced back a few steps.

"Hey, this chain is so hard!" the child was annoyed.

"Well, don't cut this chain, it's easiest to chop off this dead old man's hand directly. Another kid suggested again.

"Babble...... the old man in the sand let out a very faint **.

"The old man isn't dead!" the two younger children took a few steps back in fright.

"It's not dead, then you have to take off the silver ball as soon as possible and chop off his hand. If this dead old man wakes up, it will be trouble!" These little tide insects did not have a trace of pity and wanted to save the old man.

"Good!" the kid with the axe reached out and swung the hand of the silver-haired old man on the ground down.

"Dang!" sparks flew again.

The axe was bounced up and fell into the sand beside it, and a rusty iron rod stood in front of the old man.

"Huh!" the child with the axe clenched his hand and stared at him, making a surprised sound. A group of small tide insects suddenly focused on the Yiyun that suddenly appeared.

Yiyun didn't want to come forward. However, when he glanced at the orb, his eyes lit up: he had seen this type of orb, it was a storage orb, and only the nobles who lived in the city of Vantaa would carry it, and although the storage orbs that Yoshiyun had seen were all copper cyan, not this silver, he was immediately sure that the value of the orb must be good.

"It's Yiyun!" the little tide worms roared, "You unruly guy, what are you doing in our area!"

Yiyun reached out and touched the tip of his nose. Glancing at the few little tide insects shouting in front of him, he smiled contemptuously: "You also know that I don't follow the rules, what am I doing here, do I need to ask more? This old man is an elder I know." I'm going to take him away now. He leaned down to carry the naked old man on his shoulders.

"An elder I know, you fart! You are a wild seed surnamed Sanders, the elder from there!" the child in black robe and black clothes scolded angrily.

"Oh. Yiyun stretched out his hand. grabbed the child's collar covered with black mud stains, and pulled the child to his side: "These clothes should also belong to this elder." ”

"It's not ......" The little tide insect glared at Yiyun and said in a somewhat stammering voice. Reaching out to hug those black robes and black clothes, Yiyun pulled vigorously and snatched the clothes in his arms.

"Yiyun, you dare to rob us!" the children gathered around with iron rods and all kinds of rusty knives and axes.

Yiyun wrapped the old man on the ground with the clothes he snatched, and then carried it on his shoulders, scanning the little tide insects that were gradually approaching.

"Come on!" shouted the children with axes, and several children immediately waved their weapons and rushed up.

Yiyun turned the rusty iron rod in his hand with one hand, and with his elbow slammed the child who was pulled by himself out, and then the iron rod in his hand swung around his body, and each time it hit the heads of those small tide insects accurately, and a scream sounded.

After closing the iron rod, Yiyun didn't look at it, and left directly with the old man, on the sand, there was a circle of children who were humming and chirping, the child with an axe, covering his head full of bags, and yelled at Yiyun: "Yiyun, let's see!

Yiyun raised the iron rod and did not respond in the slightest.

The tide is turbulent, although there are no sea beasts and fish, this bay full of garbage is still full of all kinds of unpredictable dangers, every day at high tide, it is the moment when the tide insects get the time they need to survive, all kinds of looting and brawls often occur, for the garbage abandoned by these rich and nobles, every day there will be some tide insects that can no longer return to the dirty beach, and become the food of those sea beasts and fish after the low tide.

The stinking foam, the floating garbage, the blackened sand, everything seemed so hopeless.

Of course, at this time, Yiyun also saw that where the sun rose, under all kinds of chaotic scenes, there was clear sea water connecting the sky, and the blue of the sky blended into one color.

It is said that if you sail in the direction of the sun with the flag fluttering, you will be able to reach the homeland of mankind thousands of years ago, the paradise of the world, the land of absolute wealth and prosperity, and the former homeland: the original continent. There, the earth is full of treasures, the rivers are full of wine and milk, and there are all kinds of sweet fruits that can be picked endlessly......

The Hariran boy, who was looking forward to all this, forgot the sin and squalor of his place for a while, hummed a light-hearted tune, rode on a little black donkey, carried the old man wrapped in black clothes, carried the needs of the next day, turned his back to the rising sun on the sea, and galloped forward, leaving an extremely long, extremely long figure on the ground.

"Crackling! crackling......" (to be continued, please search, the novel is better and faster!)