The wind is cold, and the snow is drifting.

On the long road, a procession of seven or eight wagons was treading through the snow.

An unkempt man was stuck behind the convoy, silent and alone, his indifferent eyes resolute and persistent, and his dark eyes were full of sadness.

He had messy edges, his long hair was scattered over his shoulders, and the single clothes on his body had long been soaked by the wind and snow.

He carried a steel knife in his right hand and a black package in his left hand, which he held tightly in his arms, regarded as a treasure.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

"Miss, I'm afraid this snow won't stop for a while, we have to find a place to camp as soon as possible. The mules and horses are frozen, and I'm afraid our cargo won't be able to keep up with the days. The steward in the wolf's fur coat shook the snow off his fur hat and said worriedly.

"Uncle Wang, let everyone cheer up, climb over this mountain, and let's camp and rest. The last time I visited, I remember that there were a few dilapidated houses there, and it was no problem to shelter from the wind and snow. ”

The eldest lady was wrapped in a fiery red fur coat, looked up at the gradually darkening sky, and frowned slightly.

This year's snow began to fall a month earlier than usual, only in November.

This is the last trip of the year. As long as the goods are transported to the shops in Jinshui City, you can go back and wait for the New Year.

Liu Qingqing, the eldest lady of the Liu family, is extremely talented, only eighteen years old, has entered the innate realm, and is the strongest among the young generation in Longgang City.

The innate realm is the threshold for cultivating immortals. has begun to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and it can be said that it has departed from the level of ordinary martial artists.

This year, Liu Qingqing took over from her father and independently escorted goods to and from Jinshui City and Longgang City.

This is the third escort, and I am familiar with the road.

After she had walked a few steps, she looked back at the man who was far behind the convoy, her beautiful eyes flashing with a hint of complexity, hatred and a hint of pity.

In the heavy snow, the man's single clothes had already frozen.

Uncle Wang followed the eldest lady's gaze and glanced back, shook his head and sighed: "Creation makes people! Chen Qimo, this kid is also a poor person! God has let him fall asleep for nine years, and he has missed too much." ”

"Hmph, it's been nine years!"

Liu Qingqing was indignant: "Think about how Aunt Xiao has lived in the past nine years! ”

Uncle Wang shook his head and sighed: "Pity the hearts of parents all over the world! No matter how hard and tired they are, how can any parent be willing to give up their son? Not to mention that the kid was breathing at that time, but he didn't really die." However, God opened his eyes, and finally let Chen Xiaozi wake up, and saw her mother for the last time. ”

Liu Qingqing's hatred for Chen Qimo stems from Xiao Lan's death.

She lost her mother since she was a child, and once upon a time she regarded her childhood nurse Xiao Lan as her own mother, and her admiration was deep and long-lasting.

Every time I see Aunt Xiao working hard and meticulously taking care of the sleeping fool, an unspeakable jealousy and even anger will spring up in my heart, as if the fool has taken away her mother's love.

Now that Aunt Xiao has passed away, her heart for Chen Qimo is even more complicated and indescribable, with both hatred and compassion, as well as a vague sense of responsibility to take care of her son for Aunt Xiao.

"Uncle Wang, let someone send him a fur coat. ”

After Liu Qingqing finished speaking, he turned around and strode forward.

"Okay. ”

When Uncle Wang heard this, he happily hurriedly responded, he had already waited for this order.

The eldest lady didn't speak, he didn't dare to make decisions at will. The eldest lady hates Chen Xiaozi, and everyone can see that she dares to fight against her.

Uncle Wang shouted loudly: "Everyone cheered up, and after crossing the mountain, they set up camp and rested!"

A guy sent a fur coat, but Chen Qimo didn't wear it on his body, but carefully wrapped the black package again, for fear of being soaked in snow.

The cold wind howled, and the heavy snow turned into a blizzard.

In the evening, the convoy finally crossed the hill and arrived at four dilapidated houses at the foot of the mountain.

The men were busy pulling pack horses, sweeping the house, and making two fires in the middle room. Thirteen men gathered around a fire, Liu Qingqing, and Steward Wang surrounded another fire.

Everyone roasted the fire, gnawed on dry food, and laughed about the trivial things of life.

After entering the door, Chen Qimo found a corner, spread his fur coat on the ground, placed a black package on it, and after eating the dry food, he meditated silently on his knees, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

"Humph!"

Liu Qingqing stared at Chen Qimo, snorted coldly, and felt uncomfortable.

Every time I see this indifferent guy, I can't help but want to get angry.

Since Aunt Xiao died, I haven't seen this kid cry, what a hard heart!

What a wolf's heart!

Chen Qimo was concentrated, breathing and breathing, cultivating internal strength.

Liu Qingqing's disdain, his eyebrows were cold, and he turned a blind eye.

God doesn't know what to think, he, a chief instructor of special forces combat training, was actually caught in the whirlpool of thunderstorms, and when he woke up again, everything around him was turned upside down.

There are no familiar comrades-in-arms, and there is no bustling city.

Not only has he become a nine-year-old boy 'vegetative' lying on a broken bed, but he is also in a strange ancient world.

The mouth can't speak, the body can't move, but the consciousness can clearly perceive everything around it, and it has lasted for nine years!

If it weren't for the tenacious will cultivated in the previous life, I'm afraid the whole person would have collapsed long ago.

In the past nine years, the body and soul have finally gradually merged, and even undergone strange changes, except for the deep sleep, almost no different from the normal human body.

This is also the only belief that supports Xiao Lan's efforts to persevere.

In the past nine years, Chen Qimo has been unable to take care of himself, and Xiao Lan has taken care of all the trivial things, which can be described as dedication.

In his previous life, he was an orphan, begging and wandering everywhere since he was a child, suffering a lot, tasting the warmth and coldness of the world, and having a precocious heart. has a sensitive heart that far surpasses that of ordinary people.,Extremely sensitive to the thoughts of good and evil from others.。

With the kindness and love from this strange woman, he felt that he even surpassed the master in his previous life.

In his previous life, when he was ten years old, he met Wang Kurong, the master of Xingyi Boxing, and his life changed completely.

At the insistence of the master, he joined the army.

Since then, it has become a sharp blade in the hands of the state, a bloody butcher in the eyes of the enemy, and a ruthless killing machine.

Because of his strong will, superb talent, and rapid improvement in boxing skills, he became a master of Huajin at the age of twenty-five.

Who knew that the providence made people, and unexpectedly crossed into a strange world.

But he didn't regret it, and even after nine years in a hospital bed, he didn't complain.

Because in this world, he met the 'maternal love' that he had never felt at all in his previous life.

In the past nine years, the meticulous love and care of this strange 'mother' has completely warmed his cold and indifferent heart in his past and present lives.

After nine years of sleep, the sky is merciful, and the miracle finally appears.

Chen Qimo finally 'woke up', and less than three days after 'waking up', he was able to get out of bed and walk.

At this time, Xiao Lan fell ill.

When her son woke up, Xiao Lan's tense mind was completely loosened, and her body collapsed after running out of oil, and she couldn't afford to get sick, and died within a few days. The only unfulfilled wish before dying was the youngest daughter Chen Qiyu, who was lost nine years ago, and I don't know whether she is alive or dead.

It's not a mother, it's better than a mother!

Xiao Lan's nine years of deep maternal love made Chen Qimo completely recognize this mother.

The death of the old lady hit him hard, and he hid his grief in his heart, and he was silent for more than a month.

He made up his mind that he must help his mother fulfill his wish, do his best to find the 'sister' he had never met, and take care of her as if she were his own sister.

Along the way, he spoke very little and was very indifferent to people, and most of the time he followed the convoy in silence.

He is tall and straight, handsome, and although he is silent, he is not as stupid as outsiders imagine.

It's just that it's all overshadowed by his scruffy appearance.