Konghou [Quick Transmigration]

A torrential rain came suddenly, and the crowd who seemed to be caught in the net just now were beaten to pieces by the strong wind and heavy rain, and they all fled away in a short while.

So the man who was staggering in the majestic heavy rain was obvious. He kept pouring a jug of wine into his mouth, and when he finished pouring, he grinnedly exposed the mouth of the bowl to the rain, and the heavy rain entered the jug again. He swallowed it whole through the wine jug.Compared with his ragged, weathered face and messy beard, what is more eye-catching is the sword on his back. Although the long sword body is wrapped in dirty black cloth, the two sides on the hilt are exposed. A lifelike golden dragon head, and the two black pearls in the eyes of the dragon head are particularly eye-catching and eye-catching.They show that this seemingly impoverished man is not ordinary, and may even be extraordinary.

The man is a chivalrous man, he used to be a chivalrous man, he used to be a popular hero in the martial arts, and the leader of the righteous martial arts.However, he is now a tramp, a useless man who only wants to drink and drink, and has not drawn his sword for many years.

The women who knew him were under the eaves, and began to point and point again, and then relished telling his stories to other people who didn't know why, and then they were satisfied to see the anger of the people who listened to their stories, and then began to be filled with righteous indignation.

These noisy voices are no different from the sound of dripping rain in the eyes of men.With drunken eyes, he walked drunkenly with his sword on his back, and walked swaying in the upside-down world without making a sound.

The sky seemed to feel that this rain was not hearty enough, so it added thunder and lightning.The muffled thunder that made people feel painful in the chest struck the gray ground, causing the silver snake to dance wildly and convulsively.

The man walked out of the town, as if startled by a thunderclap, and fell into the muddy water.The flagon full of rain fell from his hand, he didn't pick it up, instead he lay on his back and closed his eyes, the rain still hit his face vigorously.

There was a row of trees around him, and one was struck by lightning, split in half and fell beside him, less than a foot away from him.The thunder was still striking, and the dense forest in the distance burst into flames from time to time. The man gradually realized that he might be struck, turned into black coals and died.

But he was too drunk and too tired.He lay in the flowing muddy water, stretched his limbs, and still didn't want to move.

It's fine if it ends like this, he's had enough.The man thought so, lying down, he actually felt sleepy in the cold.He followed that feeling, relaxing himself and letting himself fall into sleep.

The sky is still thundering and lightning, the rain is still so heavy, so urgent and so eager to disperse people, finally when the man was about to fall asleep, the thunder seemed to find him, and the strong lightning hovered around him, hitting him and scorching him sooner or later things.

"Help!"

"Is there anyone, help!"

Is it an illusion?The man opened his eyes and looked at the heavy rain curtain around him in confusion. He seemed to hear some voice, a childish cry for help, which was almost inaudible in this mighty rain. will be heard.

"Help... is there anyone..."

The voice became weaker, but it became clearer to the man's ears.He identified the direction of the source of the sound, which was in the dense forest in front of him where trees were constantly being chopped down.

The man intuited that the voice was calling him, so he used a body technique that he hadn't used for a long time, separated the raindrops along the road and ran towards the voice that called him.The heavy rain washed away the muddy water on his body, and it also made the golden dragon eyeballs on his sword seem to be alive, flowing non-stop.

In the dense forest, there is not only the smell of rain, but also the smell of burnt trees.The little girl, about 6 or 7 years old, was running in the dangerous woods with scars all over her body. Soon she tripped over a thick tree root and couldn't stand up anymore.However, the thought of running away made her unable to stop, even if she hurt her leg, she still moved forward, running forward with all four limbs together like a beast.

"Help..." The little girl's voice was hoarse, with the despair that shouldn't be due to her age.

The trees in the dense forest swayed due to the violent wind and rain, revealing the people in black who were chasing the little girl behind them. Their only exposed eyes were as fierce as wolves amidst the lightning flashes.They easily chased after the little girl, and the leader raised his hand, drawing a bright light, and a throwing knife was inserted straight in the little girl's crawling place not far from her head.

The little girl looked back at them in horror, and finally stopped running away, but curled up like a baby, crying, "Can you let me go."

"Please..." The little girl looked at the people in black who were getting closer and closer, and defensively hugged her head to cover her ears. The thin sleeves on her hands slid down, revealing traces of different shades , There are whip marks and knife marks.

However, her self-protection actions were useless. The man in black lifted her into the air with a single hand by her front. The little girl screamed in fright and kept shaking her legs, watching the man in black lift She grasped the hand that was like a fan in her eyes, and closed her eyes in despair.

But with a flash of lightning and a few splashes of blood, the man caught the falling little girl and gently hugged her in his arms.The change of cold and warm made the little girl open her eyes suddenly. Is it the descending of the gods?She looked at the man holding her, and the long sword dripping with blood in his other hand, all those vicious men in black fell down without a trace.The lightning accidentally lit up the dense forest and landed around the man, but it seemed that he was afraid of him and refused to approach him at all.

A sword that shocked Kyushu!This is the demeanor of a man who has been away for many years.

The little girl who was used to seeing life and death was not frightened by this momentary loss of soul.Even though she was still in shock, she got into the man's arms and realized that she had finally escaped and ascended to heaven.

This is the little girl, the first time that fate has come to her, and a miracle has befallen her.

"Hero." The little girl raised her head and looked at the man with round eyes, trying to call out two words.

The man was stunned by these two words, with unspeakable emotions welling up in his heart, and asked the little girl in an inconceivable tone: "What did you call me just now?"

"Hero." The little girl said bluntly, with sincerity in her eyes: "You saved me, you are a hero!"

"Hero..." The man repeated these two words himself, his throat moving up and down, he gently put the little girl on the ground, supported her thin shoulders, and said to her in a trembling voice: "Little baby, how about you?" How about a call?"

"Hero!" The little girl still yelled without hesitation. She stretched out her small hand to touch the man's cheek, and asked him suspiciously, "Hero, why are you crying?"

Following the trajectory of the falling rain, a line of muddy tears rolled down the man's face, warmer than the cold rain.

The little girl didn't understand why he was crying, and looked at him in bewilderment.As soon as the man hugged the little girl into his arms, he whimpered.

It has been 15 years, nearly 5000 days and months, and the two words that only appeared in countless nightmares were finally added to him in reality.Those high-spirited days reappeared before his eyes, and part of his lost soul returned to his body in this way.

Despair and hope alternate in an instant.

After a brief gaffe, he stared at the strange little girl with cloudy eyes and said, "Little baby, you saved me." Giving people the value they desire and the belief in living is also a kind of salvation.

One big and one small, in this bad rain, saved each other by coincidence.

"It was you who saved me, hero." The little girl said innocently, not understanding what he meant.

The man's face mottled by the vicissitudes of life showed a long-lost smile, and he asked the little girl softly: "Little baby, what's your name? Where do you live? Where are your parents? I'll take you back."

The little girl lowered her head, and said slowly: "My name is Murong Huashe, and I am the youngest daughter of the Murong family in Gusu. My parents and the entire Murong family died at the hands of the Demon Cult."

"The one who chased me just now was a member of the Devil's Cult. The Saint of the Devil's Cult liked me so she let me survive alone and kept me as a pet by her side." The little girl's calm voice became trembling and sad when she grabbed the man's hand When she got up, she told the man, "Hero, I have no home, I have nowhere to go back."

"Hero, can you take me in? I will definitely repay you like a cow and a horse." The little girl knelt on the muddy ground and kowtowed to the man slowly.

Before her forehead was about to touch the soil, the man stood between the two, he was lucky enough to make the child raise his head, and solemnly said to her: "Little baby, my name is Yu Youhuang. Would you like to go back with me? Be my adopted daughter?"

"I am willing." The little girl smiled through tears, overjoyed.

"Come." Yu Youhuang picked up the sword and put it on his back, then picked up the girl and walked in the pouring rain, "I'll take you home."

"Okay." Murong Huashe nodded fiercely.

The rain was still so dense and urgent, but this time not a single drop could hit Yu Youhuang and Murong Huashe who he was holding.

Yu Youhuang's residence is in a deserted village, just a simple log cabin with dilapidated furnishings and a roof that still seems to be leaking.Yu Youhuang pushed the chaifei away, and before he could speak, Murong Huashe asked him first: "Hero, is this our future home?"

Yu Youhuang nodded, and put Murong Huashe, who was as light as a feather, on the stool. For the first time, he noticed how dilapidated and shameful the place he lived in was.He touched Murong Huashe's dry and yellow hair, and assured her: "I will definitely let you live a good life, and let you grow like flowers like other girls."

Like the little girl of the sugar man he saw in the city, like the little girl who ran the kite he saw in the village, like the little daughter of his former enemy who held in his heart.He looked at the skinny and bruised little girl, and he had the responsibility of being a father.

Such a young girl should not be like this.

"En! I believe in you!" Murong Huashe nodded, her eyes bright.This man descended like a god to rescue her, and she was willing to believe in him unconditionally.

The next day, Yu Youhuang took out the money he had buried in the soil, and buried the jar of wine at home in it.While Murong Huashe was still asleep, he took the money to the market and bought two sets of clean clothes for himself and his daughter.Then he bought headbands of various colors and hair accessories in the shape of butterflies, brightly colored candies and kites suitable for flying this season, and asked Mr. Private School about the fees.

He will be like an ordinary father, tie his daughter's hair, buy her delicious food, take her to fly a kite, and then let her study.Watching her grow up and gradually grow into a big girl like a flower and a jade.Perhaps, he should brew a jar of wine now, and when his daughter gets married, he should pretend to be Nv Nu Hong.

Yu Youhuang deliberately increased the sound of his footsteps when he was approaching his wooden house, and then watched the little girl running out of the house with a stomp, and opened the small firewood door for him.

"Hero!" The little girl called him cheerfully, and then looked straight at the fairy-like sugar figure he held in his hand.

Yu Youhuang patted her head, handed her the sugar figurine in his hand, and said earnestly: "You should call me father."

The little girl looked at Yu Youhuang and hesitated, and after a while she made up her mind and called out in a low voice: "Father... Dear." She once had a father who also liked to touch her head and bought her a small Clothes, give her something to eat.But in that white night, his stalwart body fell before her eyes.Was that the beginning of the nightmare, and now the beginning of the sweet dream?

Murong Huashe took a bite of the sugar figurine, and the familiar yet distant sweetness spread in her mouth.

Yu Youhuang waited patiently for her to shout out, and responded with a smile: "Good girl."

The decadent chivalrous man and the ruined orphan have a real home, and it seems that the future has finally come to light, and it is time for the road to turn bright.