It is said that Shizun is a devil

Han Fuwang's diaper was soaked, but he refused to let go while holding Han Jing, so Han Jing could only keep holding him and change his diaper.

Han Fuwang's big eyes, which are unique to babies, turned into walnut eyes from crying. The swelling was hard to ignore, so Han Jing had to use ice hockey to apply to his eyes.

After finally coaxing Han Fuwang to sleep, several adults were also a little tired.Not to mention the time-consuming and labor-intensive war of attrition just now, but the fact that the opponent easily restrained the three of them without showing up makes people feel tired.The saddest thing is that this attack aimed at this specific group of people easily killed half of the mortals in Baole City.

It wasn't even as dramatic as in the playbook, where there was bloodshed and limbs all over the ground. The flames wiped out the real objects and souls, but made the whole scene look very neat.

This attack showed the arrogance of the attackers everywhere, ignoring the defense of the main city of Baole, ignoring the mortals in the city, ignoring the forces behind the Lord of Baole, ignoring the combined strength of the three Mahayana cultivation bases, ignoring With all the factors that others would weigh over and over again, he arrogantly and domineeringly set off a bloody storm that was caught off guard.

Without the people of Baole chasing him away, Han Jing has no face and continues to stay. He hurried out of the city overnight with Han Jin and Xiao Baiyang. Han Jing still has the self-knowledge to stay in the place where he has just taken to the disaster while protecting anyone.

Han Jin silently took out the house, tidied the bedding, and pushed Han Jing who was in a daze: "Sleep, I will watch over you."

Han Jing sat dumbfounded on the big raised rock by the side of the road, looking up at Han Jin.He originally had a pair of clear and bright eyes, watery and full of aura. When looking at people, he could see the purity of those eyes. Under such a night sky, he should be able to see the reflected stars in the sky.But at this moment, Han Jin looked into those eyes, only seeing empty confusion.

Han Jing got lost, and after knowing that he had been occupied by someone for 300 years and did unforgivable things, he once forgave himself and tried to come out.But after walking out, he was still lost.

He kept telling himself that he was not an accomplice to those sins that he did not commit himself.But with tragedies happening one after another around him, maybe the name of "catastrophe" is not unfounded.

"Jin'er, let's go home." Han Jing grabbed Han Jin's wrist and looked in Han Jin's direction, but there was no Han Jin in his eyes. He was lost in the darkness, unable to find his way, "We Go back to Pingbofeng, and never go down the mountain again. Going down the mountain is meaningless, and I don’t want to go down.”

Han Jin took his hand back into his hand, and his hands that were a circle bigger than Han Jing wrapped Han Jing's cold hands, gentle but firm: "We won't go back."

If they go back, they will lose the truth forever, and Han Jing will be bound forever by the inner demon that he is a calamity and has killed so many people, and he will never be reborn forever.As Han Jing becomes weaker and weaker, the inner demon will become stronger and stronger. One day, the inner demon will take away the real Han Jing, this poor Han Jing who has done nothing wrong.

Han Jing obviously has a gentle heart, he has never treated this world badly, and he should not be treated badly by this world.

Han Jing looked at Han Jin blankly: "Aren't you going back? You're not going back... I'll go back with Little White Goat, and Little White Goat and I will go back with Fuwang."

Standing on another stone to absorb the moonlight, the little white sheep took a look at Han Jin holding Han Jing's hand, and resisted the desire to fight. The wound on his back was slowly melting under the washing of the moonlight. This process may take For a few days, the big monster who was born with a strong body lost his strength to fight and kill, but his tone was still arrogant: "Han Jing, we won't go back! Why should we go back! I must find out the murderer and let him know what happened to him. What will happen to the big demon!"

Han Jing stared blankly at the little white sheep, then turned back to look at Han Jin, and finally his eyes fell on Han Fuwang who was curled up in a ball and still trembling in his sleep: "You don't go back, Fuwang and I Go back."

The little white sheep said angrily: "Han Jing, you have a better future! The other party has already set his sights on Fuwang, and you bring Fuwang back to Pingbofeng, do you want Pingbofeng to be leveled?!"

Han Jing's body trembled, and there was a little light in his eyes.

Although Han Jin was reluctant to give up, he still said: "The little white sheep is right, the lesson of the Muzi faction is right in front of us, if the other party came after us, we can't go back."

Han Jing's eyes regained clarity, and Han Jin's reflection appeared.Han Jin held his hand and said softly: "Han Jing, we can't retreat, there is no way to retreat."

Han Jing looked up at Han Jin, the round eyes gradually became brighter, but the light lost its temperature and settled in the eyes.

Han Jing seems to have grown up a bit, but Han Jin is not happy at all.Han Jing grew up because of his own incompetence, and because of his own incompetence, Han Jing will continue to grow, this world will test his original intention, Han Jin can't protect him, all he can do is accompany, only when he wants to escape When the time comes, use gentleness or cruelty to stop his cowardice.

Unable to return to Pingbofeng, Han Jing is no longer interested in going to Quhai, but Han Jin still insists on going to Quhai.Han Jin couldn't accept that he would give up his established goal after being beaten up, and he didn't want Han Jing to make such a choice.Han Jing must go on and prove that he can go on.

Continuing to the west, you will leave the border of Lu Kingdom, where the grassland gradually degenerates into dry and cracked loess over a hundred miles. The 32 scattered tribes barely achieve unity by electing a new king every ten years. Form a small country, the country of earth.

The people of the Tu country face the loess and their backs to the sky. They work hard on the dry and cracked loess all year round, harvesting the least amount of food, but they never think of leaving because they are nostalgic for the former residence of generations.

Hanjing Hanjin showed the order of Xiaweizong's disciples to pass the checkpoint and entered the border of Tu Kingdom.Unlike Lu Kingdom, where there are people guarding the border, the monarch of Tu Kingdom has little power. The role of the monarch is to call the tribal leaders to discuss together when important affairs occur. In most national affairs, the monarch's power is not even comparable to that of the tribal leaders.It is naturally difficult to establish an effective border defense line with such a loose country setup. Fortunately, the Lu Kingdom does not want to plunder this large and difficult area that does not receive much rain all year round. This small country has been able to maintain itself until now under the contempt of the neighboring big countries. .

But this time Han Jing didn't want to experience the customs and customs again, and Han Jin didn't mention it silently.

The loess is short of water and sandstorms, Han Fuwang's mouth was so dry that his skin started to swell, and he had a high fever on the first night, Han Jing could only mobilize the few water spirits here to form small water polos to feed him one by one, and kept feeding him. Wipe the body to cool down, there is a lack of water and spirits here, and although the spiritual power of Hanjing is greatly reduced, the majestic spiritual sea of ​​Mahayana monks can still maintain the consumption of such small spells.

However, without the care of a doctor, Han Fuwang's high fever continued repeatedly. They dared not put him on the small wooden bed with air leakage on all sides and could only temporarily find a place with the back of the mound to stop the journey.

Accompanied by the persistent high fever is Han Fuwang’s lack of diet. When the high fever started, Han Fuwang didn’t feel any pain. Wang gradually began to retch and couldn't eat. Even though he was very sensible and was willing to eat some panacea with Hanjing's hands, he would spit it out immediately after eating. In the end, he gritted his teeth and couldn't eat any more. Yes, but within a few days, he has already lost a lot of weight, and the little fat on both sides of his round face is gone.

Hanjing Hanjin little white sheep was so anxious that he could only pack up his things, change a new diaper for Han Fuwang, and prepare to rush to Zizaiguan.

Han Jin changed the diaper for Han Fuwang, who was listless and burned. Everyone's face was full of fatigue and loss. Han Fuwang's face turned pale, and the whole room was dead silent. Han Jin deliberately teased Han Fuwang: Smell it yourself, whether it stinks or not!"

Han Fuwang stared blankly at his diaper, looked up at Han Jin, and said seriously, "Smelly!"

Han Jin: "..."

Han Jin: "Han Jing! Han Jing! Han Fuwang can talk!"

Han Jing suddenly raised his head. He was in a daze just now and couldn't hear clearly, so he immediately asked, "What did you say?"

Han Fuwang looked at Han Jing and himself, covered his face with one hand and waved at Han Jin with the other, trying to separate himself from the diaper in Han Jin's hand: "Stink! Stink!"

The corner of Han Jin's mouth twitched: "I still despise my diaper!"

Han Jing, who hadn't smiled for a long time, finally showed a trace of anger, looked at Han Fuwang in shock, and walked to Han Fuwang's side step by step.

Han Fuwang stretched out his arms with his bare buttocks: "Hug! Hug! Han Jing Hug!"

Han Jing stared at him blankly, stretched out his arms, and hugged Han Fuwang into his arms, as if a corner of sunlight suddenly leaked out of his gloomy heart.

Han Fuwang stretched out his small hand to grab Han Jing's hair, giggled, buried his face in Han Jing's arms, and called out inarticulately, "Han Jing! Han Jing!"

Han Jing said "Hey", stretched out his hand to rub Han Fuwang's short and soft hair, his voice was a little choked: "Fuwang, I'm sorry."

Han Fuwang let go of Han Jing's hair, tried his best to stretch out his small arms, and touched the top of Han Jing's head, smiling until his eyes narrowed: "Han Jing! Han Jing!"

The corners of Han Jing's mouth twitched, and his big eyes became slits into a smile: "Fuwang! Fuwang!"

Han Jin, who was carrying a diaper, looked at the big and small hugging each other. The wind and sand on the yellow land seemed to blow through the barrier suddenly and into the eyes of the people. A smile surged from the bottom of his heart to the corner of his mouth. He spoke softly, Afraid of disturbing the rare smile of the big and the young: "Fuwang can only be called Han Jing, and he can also be called other people."

The little white sheep who had been lying by Fuwang's hand all the time: "Shit is about to drop on the ground."

Han Jin: "..."

It would be great if Fuwang could be left behind to drive away the sheep!I hate sheep every day!

The author has something to say:

I wrote a jolly little piece yesterday, "The Colonel Gets Slapped in the Face Every Day", which is very short, finished, and a sweet article in an interstellar cloak.After writing that, I can’t find the state right now (′Д)」