Two-dimensional Wanderer

"Let's go, leave here first, and I don't know if there will be another explosion. It's too dangerous!"

"Sister Yingluo...?"

"She won't die!" Jian Xin said firmly: "She will definitely not die!"

No reason, but that's what I believe in.

What he didn't expect was that the fire burned for three days and three nights before it was extinguished, and the mountain turned to ashes for half the night.

He stared blankly at the scene of the charred wood, unable to speak.

Maybe, maybe...

Maybe what?He didn't dare to think about it.

Yingluo disappeared with the wildfire.

……

There was a cold wind blowing all around, and it was pitch black to see nothing.

This is...what the hell?

The leader of An Naiwu, the old man with white hair and beard looked around strangely, then reached out and touched his body.

Unscathed.

Didn't he get hit by a musket and already died?

Even the head is missing a piece, there is no reason not to die.

Perhaps, he is indeed dead.

He suddenly realized that he looked around, here is hell!

Hmm, it doesn't look like anything special.

"Taro, is it Lord Taro?"

The voice from behind made the old man tremble. No one has called this name for more than 30 years.

He turned around slowly, and in front of him was a woman who was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Thin and small, with a plain appearance, he was wearing a farmhouse's coarse clothes, and his face was full of traces of the sun and the sun.

Such an ordinary woman made this old man who was strong enough to block the machine gun with his body to collapse in an instant.

Tears gushed out like a river that burst its banks. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a complete sentence. He wanted to stretch out his hand, but he was afraid that it was just a phantom in front of him, and it would shatter at the touch.

But the Phantom reached out and grabbed him.

"I really miss you so much."

"Why...why wait for me, since it's already...why don't you reincarnate?"

"Because, I'm afraid that you will fight again. If there is no me, who will help you bandage the wound?"

You miss me, and I miss you too. It has been like this for 30 years. Even if Yin and Yang are separated, this longing cannot be stopped.

"Boss!" "Boss!"

Several people shouted, the old man turned his head, Ah Fu, the ugly and stupid were running towards him.

"Sure enough, have you come down too? In this way, the people of An Naiwu are all gathered!" A'Fu said cheerfully.

Ugly immediately sarcastically said: "So you've been waiting for the boss to die?"

Ah Fu was at a loss for words, and then yelled: "Bastard, even if you're dead, you won't change your mouth!"

"Humph!"

Bickering as usual, as if alive.

"Boss, what should we do now?" Stupid is still more concerned about where to eat next... If the dead still need to eat.

"It's really stupid, do you even need to ask?" A'Fu hurriedly said, "Of course it is to re-establish An Naiwu, right, boss?"

The old man laughed and took the woman's hand.

"No, this time, I'm going to be a farmer. I just don't know if the soil in hell is fertile enough."

"Farmer?" Ah Fu was dumbfounded.

"Not bad!" The old man nodded again, and then said with a smile, "Although life may be hard, are you still willing to follow me?"

Ah Fu, stupid, and ugly looked at each other, and then said in unison, "It goes without saying, we will go wherever the boss goes!"

The old man's eyes warmed, and then he waved his hand and said, "Then keep up, it's not that easy to find a good piece of land!"

"Oh!"

A few people walked away.

"I don't know what the final battle will be like."

"Idiot, I didn't see Pa Dao Zhai here, nor did I see his extremely perverted sister, didn't I explain everything earlier?"

"what do you mean?"

"Since he is not dead, he must be alive. As long as he is alive, there will be hope!"

"Haha, that's really good!"

Anaiwu's group chatted and laughed like a picnic, and gradually disappeared into the darkness of hell.

As long as your partner is by your side, you will never be alone.

This is the romance of samurai.

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Chapter 74 The Beautiful White Mugou

It's a small village, but everyone has a smile on their face.

There is a happy event today. It is the wedding day of the most beautiful girl in the village, Mei Hui.

Her groom is called Tian Jiro, an ordinary farm boy, neither handsome nor distinguished.

He was able to marry the most beautiful girl just because he was Mi-hye's lover.

Being united by love is a rare happiness in a troubled world.

Although the world has been difficult, it has gradually improved over the years. The villagers put together a few tables of decent wine and food, which were used as a wedding banquet.

The bride and groom were toasting at the table, and everyone was smiling.

rule?

Sorry, they're just rough people and don't know that.

Just knowing that now is the time to be happy is enough.

"Come, try my bar." A woman with fluttering long hair came over with a smile and took off the wine gourd from her waist.

The newlyweds quickly thanked them and handed over the empty wine cups.

The wine is crystal clear, like a spring.

After the entrance, it was even colder.

"It's really good wine." Tian Jiro praised, and then asked cautiously: "It must be very expensive, right?"

"No, it's just ordinary turbid wine." The woman replied: "People can taste wine, and wine can also taste people. At this moment, you who are newly married will feel like drinking water."

"Haha, girl, what you said is really profound. Although I don't understand it very well, I still want to thank you. Thank you for your wine, and thank you for coming to our wedding." Tianjiro touched his head and said honestly.

The woman tied the wine gourd back to her waist, and then looked at the two of them: "No need to say thank you, if you really want to thank you... Living every day in the future is the best thank you."

After all, this is happiness built after countless sacrifices.

The woman turned away.

Tianjiro looked at her back and said to his wife, "What a free, easy and wise woman, I didn't expect you to have such a friend."

"Eh?" Mei Hui said in surprise, "I don't know her, isn't she your friend, husband?"

Tian Jiro shook his head again and again: "How is it possible, all the people I know are rough."

So who is this woman, and why did she appear at their wedding?

The two were completely at a loss.

At this moment, the woman suddenly stopped, turned around, and said loudly, "Forgot to mention, Xin Niu is wearing Bai Wugou's appearance, it's really as beautiful as he said!"

Who is he?

The woman did not explain, but walked further and further, only to see waist-length hair, fluttering gently in the wind.

"Hey, what are you two doing here?" The village chief hurried over and said, "Lord Xiangle, come over and make a toast."

"What, he's so busy, why is he..." Tian Jiro was also nervous for a while, then took Mie's hand and ran towards the crowd in the distance.

Shortly after Anaiwu disappeared, the village was taken over by the Red News Team.

Mr. Xiangle is the leader of the Chibao team, the third general of Xiangle.

It has been three years in a flash, and the Red News Team has also changed from a little-known wanderer to a hero with its own territory.

They and the shogunate and the reformists are like three pillars, and they have become a decisive force on the small island country of Japan.

However, the difference between the Red News Team and the former two is that they have changed from the people's oppressors to the people's protectors, so they are respected and worshipped by the people.

The people will never cease, and the Red Reporting Team will never die.

Only through real contact did Mr. Xiangle find out how powerful the ordinary people, who have always been regarded as the bottom, actually contained.

No matter what kind of policy and trend of thought, if there is no support from people, it is just a bunch of nonsense.

And as long as he has the support of the people, even an inferior person like him from a farming family has the power to challenge the shoguns and nobles of aristocratic families.

Moreover, it is simply invincible.

What was once a spark is now gradually turning into a prairie fire.

As the leader of the Red News Team, a very prominent personage, it is not surprising that he personally attended the wedding of a farmer in a small village.

"I'm really... I'm so sorry for making you take time out of your busy schedule." Tian Jiro's hand holding the wine cup trembled.