The Seven Realities of the Rogue

Qishi guessed right, that village is indeed Hemoto Mo's hometown.

This village is also the one that was attacked by thieves a few days ago.

So after Tianran Lixinliu and his party arrived here, He Benmo wanted to turn around and leave, but he stopped his steps after seeing the miserable state of the village.

Although the robbed things were taken back and the thieves were all eliminated, the vitality of the village has been severely damaged.

The ground was still scorched black due to the fire, and some collapsed houses could not be dealt with temporarily.

And those who died can't come back.

"This, this is." Kawamoto spoke incoherently.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"This village was attacked by thieves a while ago, because we came in time and finally saved it."

Kondo, who was at the front, explained to Kawamoto Mo

"You, know this village?"

"Yes, I know." He stared fixedly in front of him and said, "This is my home."

Then, he rushed out faster than everyone else.

"Follow." Isamu Kondo waved his hand to signal others to follow, "Little devil, should you move?" This sentence was for Qi Shi.

Qi Shi nodded, her guess was indeed right, He Benmo went out from this village to Edo, the so-called wanderer away from home.

She wanted to follow, but her right hand was held back by the chief executive.

"Qishi, isn't he your uncle in Edo?"

boy asked

Qishi is not a smart person, she just thinks a little more, and sometimes she will ignore something if she thinks too much.

People really can't lie, because it is too tiring, and a negligent lie will be exposed.

After He Benmo rushed into the village, he attracted the attention of the villagers. Many people immediately recognized this person who had been away for many years. To be honest, he has really changed a lot after being away for so many years, but the fellow villagers can still see him through at a glance.

This village is not big, which family can't be related by blood?

It is better to say that they are from the same village than they are from the same family.

"Is it Mo? Is it Mo?"

A middle-aged woman came over and took He Benmo's hand.

"You're back?" She seemed a little in disbelief.

"Sister Huizi, I, um, I'm back."

"Go see your mother, the old man has been thinking of you."

Isamu Kondo and his party who followed him obviously did not expect such a change.

"Kondo, look, this." Someone asked Isamu Kondo

"Go and have a look, let's not talk about teaching swordsmanship for the time being." He told everyone to follow Hemoto Mo, and Qishi and Zongsi were at the end, and no one would care if their conversation did not leave.

Who cares what's going on between two kids?

Qishi is not going to lie any more, Kawamoto's situation is purely a gamble, and under that condition, she doesn't want to choose to kill people, so she can only choose to treat people with sincerity, as for the confrontation with Mr. Okita.

Asakura Nanami believed in his character.

So Qishi simply explained everything to Director General Okita on the short road when Kawamotomo was led home, and thanks to the general manager's good understanding ability, he could understand the whole story, but even he had never imagined that Qishi was The identity of the Asakura family's daughter.

Guns, artillery, no wonder she hides her identity.

The chief executive smiled: "What, it's not such a big deal."

The way to adjust the atmosphere is too clumsy, Okita-kun.

"I won't tell anyone else."

Fortunately, when Shusuke Kondo introduced Kawamotomo, he introduced him as a writer who came to promote the natural flow of spirituality.

It seems that even if the old man doesn't know the coincidence, he also understands that Qishi's words will cause unnecessary troubles.

Only now did Qishi breathe a sigh of relief.

Thanks to the good people I met, I am very lucky.

Secretly sweating for herself, Qi Shi decided to be more cautious when fabricating her identity in the future.

How long have you been home?

But those feet still remembered the height of the threshold, and they lifted up exactly.

Kawamoto pushed open the door silently, it was unexpected for him to come back in this way.

I remember that on the day when he left home, he said that he would not go home if the play he wrote was not allowed to be performed in the whole country, but the pain and fatigue after going out were something he had never considered when he was young.

However, he still hasn't come back, and He Benmo is trying to make a name for himself.

It's ridiculous to say that he returned to his hometown by coincidence this time just to make a name for himself.

Otherwise, he might not know the news that the village was destroyed and trampled for a long time.

Life cannot be fathomed.

In the house, his mother was weaving. This woman was only in her 40s but she looked so old. He Benmo never thought that her mother would age like this one day. Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural, but why not witness it with your own eyes? It is always ignored.

"Who is it..." I wanted to see who came, but how did I know that it was my child who came back, the child I had been thinking about day and night, and it was so unreal when I came back.

"You, come back? Are you back?"

She slowly walked up to He Benmo, stretched out her hand, grabbed her son, and then slapped him hard.

This woman has never hit anyone so hard in her life.

"You...you."

Then wept bitterly.

He Ben hugged his mother silently, letting her cry and sob.

"Unfilial, unfilial."

He Benmo's father died in a tragedy a few days ago. On that day, because of He Benmo's incident, Tianran Lixinliu and his party did not explain their intentions after all. Fortunately, the villagers did not treat these saviors coldly.

After arranging the place to stay, they stayed in this village for one night, and everything was waiting to be resolved the next day.

the next day.