Quick time travel to the full life

Xing Yan stood aside almost indifferently and watched Mu Mu being beaten up. After a while, Mu Mu was beaten to the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Wang Dazhuang has been observing Xing Yan's expression, and now he can't help but sneer, "Fool, take a good look, you are beaten for others, and others still don't get it... ah..."

Wang Dazhuang's voice came to an abrupt end, and when the others looked for his reputation, they all gasped in fright at the bloody look on his face.

Xing Yan adhered to the life belief of taking advantage of your illness to kill you. After hitting Wang Dazhuang on the forehead with a stone to divert the opponent's attention, he quickly ran behind the opponent, raised his foot and kicked the opponent's leg hard, only to hear "Boom!" ", Wang Dazhuang immediately knelt down on the ground.

Xing Yan seized the opportunity, casually took a palm-sized stone from the ground, and smashed it on the back of Wang Dazhuang's head, shouting as he hit it, "I'll let you hit the wood, I'll let you hit the wood, I'll let you hit the wood..." Nine times out of ten, he is the senior brother he is looking for, can you beat me up, ah!

The more Xing Yan thought about it, the more angry he became. Of course, he would never admit that more than half of him wanted to avenge his own personal revenge.

How dare you beat him into a pig's head, it's so boring, huh ╯^╰

Wang Dazhuang's followers were too frightened by the ferocity on Xing Yan's face to go forward, so Mu Mu took the opportunity to escape from the group's encirclement.

Mu Mu was a real seven-year-old child, and he still felt awe of the law in his heart, so he hurried over to persuade him: "Homura, Homura, stop beating him, you beat him to death, he will go to jail."

Xing Yan glanced at his subordinate Wang Dazhuang, who seemed to be in a daze, and pursed his lips, but if he looked carefully, he would find that there was joy in those eyes no matter what he looked at.

Xing Yan slowly got off Wang Dazhuang's back, and then walked to Mu Mu with a proud face, "I avenged you."

Mu Mu couldn't laugh or cry, but it was undeniable that he was also very sweet, but after being happy, he was worried again.

Xiaoyan was lucky this time, but next time, Wang Dazhuang has more than ten followers.

Thinking of this, Mu Mu quietly blocked Xing Yan behind him, and he faced the group of people with a swollen face.

Now Wang Dazhuang's group of followers realized that two or three went to help Wang Dazhuang up, and the others gradually approached Mu Mu and the others.

Xing Yan looked at the beggar who was gradually approaching them, and then looked up at the boy in front of him who was not much taller than him, as if someone had gently touched his heart, soft.

A cultivator pays attention to cause and effect, and Mu Mu can protect him with such a thin body. In the future, no matter whether the other party is the person he is looking for, he will remember this love.

Xing Yan lowered his eyes, tiptoed to Mu Mu's ear, and whispered, "Listen to my command later."

Mu Mu agreed without thinking.

Seeing this, Xing Yan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Then, when he noticed that the group of beggars on the opposite side were only two or three steps away from them, Xing Yan conveniently stuffed the stone into Mu Mu's hand, and at the same time yelled, "Wu Mu, kick the left foot of the person directly opposite you hard."

When Mu Mu heard Xing Yan's voice, his body reacted instinctively.

Suddenly, there were screams in the ruined temple, and the scuffle began.

Relying on his thin body, Xing Yan moved around in the crowd, taking advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of the cold, and at the same time he did not forget to direct the wood to attack.

It can be said to use one mind and two purposes to the extreme.

Half an hour later, both Mu Mu and Xing Yan had a lot of new injuries. Of course, the group headed by Wang Dazhuang was even worse. Almost everyone on the opposite side had injuries on their faces, and several of them even fell down.

Now the two parties have their own injuries, so the stalemate has come down.

However, at such a tense moment, there was an untimely gurgling sound in the ruined temple.

Everyone looked around, and saw an old beggar rubbing his belly and looking at them with a smile, "Well, I'm sorry, old beggar, I'm hungry, I can't help it, don't worry about me, just keep going. "After that, the other party quickly hugged the hay around his body, and after a while, there was a loud snoring sound.

Wang Dazhuang and his group: ...

Xing Yan/Wood: ………

Nima, how can this be fought!

The two sides reached a tacit understanding for a while to repair the battle. Wang Dazhuang was lying on the side resting with the support of a group of younger brothers. Mu Mu wanted to help Xing Yan, but when Xing Yan raised his head and glanced at the other party's face, which was even worse than him, he just He shook his head and refused.

To be honest, a large part of the reason why he was able to beat Wang Dazhuang hard today was because the wood was beaten to attract the opponent's attention, so that he could seize the opportunity. So in essence, he used the wood as bait, and also used the opponent's attention. concern for him.

This feeling of using emotion to make things happen is really terrible, so after the initial joy, Xing Yan is only left with guilt and anxiety, but he has always been used to being strong, and even if he feels guilty, he will not show it.

However, it is also possible to secretly make up for it... right?

After Mu Mu was rejected by Xing Yan, he secretly felt a little disappointed. How could he know that before he took two steps, his left hand was grabbed by someone. He didn't need to look to know that it was Xiao Yan's hand, small and soft. of.

Mu Mu only felt that his mood improved all of a sudden, and even his whole body was sore from being beaten before, but now he felt better.

Just like that, Mu Mu pulled Xing Yan to find a place paved with thick hay and sat down. He wanted to help Xing Yan blow it up, and then secretly handed him half of the chicken leg hidden in his clothes, but his hand Being pulled over, the wood is unknown, so, "Homura?"

"Aww!!" Mu Mu felt a tingling pain spread from the injured part of his hand to his heart, and couldn't help crying out in pain for a moment, and the other people in the ruined temple who heard the scream couldn't help shaking.

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, stop, it hurts... ah..." Before Mu Mu could say a word, he cried out again, but this time the pain was on his right leg.

After the pain in his right leg, the wood was almost limp on the haystack, but soon his left foot tingled again, followed by his waist and abdomen, and finally his face...

During this period, Mu Mu even wondered if he had bullied Xiao Homura at some point, otherwise why would he treat him like this.

He was obviously already injured, and now he was "injured and injured" by Xiao Yan, and he might become a useless person in the future.

Mu had a headache to the point of sadness, and recalled what Xiaoyan had done to him, felt wronged and painful, so he kicked the air wildly as if venting his anger.

"Huh!" Mu Mu blinked, then raised his foot and kicked again, didn't it hurt? !

Mu Mu couldn't believe it, and then under Xing Yan's helpless sight, he jumped up and down, bouncing around on the ground, laughing silly while bouncing, "Xiao Yan, I'm fine, Xiao Yan, it doesn't hurt anymore, hehe .”

Mu Mu's performance before and after fell in the eyes of others, and anyone with a little brain would know that it was Xing Yan's tricks.

Wang Dazhuang narrowed his eyes, looked up and down Xing Yan unscrupulously, and asked unkindly: "Who are you?" The move just now was not from an ordinary little beggar Huahui.

Moreover, Xing Yan is only so old, a five-year-old child can know such delicate kung fu, could it be that the other party is really from a family of martial arts, but just fell out of it because of an unknown accident or accident?

But that little beggar only came here a year ago, and that boy was stupid, he insisted on recognizing him as his younger brother, and picked up an oil bottle for no reason, now it seems that he doesn't know who is stupid between them.

Wang Dazhuang kept staring at Xing Yan, persistently waiting for Xing Yan's answer.

Xing Yan is in pain and hungry now, and he has no intention of talking to him at all, so he casually said a few words, "Don't you say that I am a little beggar, then I am a little beggar."

Xing Yan changed his direction, staggered Wang Dazhuang's line of sight, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Seeing that he couldn't ask any questions at this time, Wang Dazhuang didn't speak.

Xing Yan was really tired. Anyway, his current body was just that of a five-year-old child, and the fight before had consumed too much of his energy.

Xing Yan fell asleep unknowingly, and Mu Mu kept guarding him dutifully, even if his stomach was growling hungry at noon, he refused to leave. Half a chicken leg, tear off a little bit of chicken and put it in your mouth to taste, then put the rest back in your arms, and keep brainwashing yourself "That's Homura's, you can't eat it, that's Homura's, Homura's of"

After Xing Yan woke up, he heard Mu Mu leaning against him, half asleep and half awake, and kept chanting, "That's Xiao Yan's, you can't eat it, Xiao Yan's."

Xing Yan didn't know why, so he glanced up and down at the wood, and then stopped at the slightly bulging chest of the opponent. He pulled it away curiously, and there was half a chicken leg there.

Coupled with hearing Mu Mu's words, Xing Yan understood no matter how stupid he was.

What kind of good things can the beggar get in his hand, and he doesn't know how happy Mu Mu is when he gets a chicken leg, but he still misses him.

Xing Yan only felt a faint tingle in his throat, and this strange emotion made him feel awkward.

He secretly sat back and was about to get up and go outside to find something to eat, when suddenly an unknown object flew in front of him.

Xing Yan raised his hand to catch it, "Steamed buns?"

"What do you mean?" Xing Yan looked at Wang Dazhuang suspiciously.

Wang Dazhuang looked back at him confidently, "A white steamed bun will heal the leftover legs of a dog."

Xing Yan almost laughed angrily at the other party's "naturalness", but when he turned his gaze, he saw the clenched hands of the half-grown boy on the opposite side, and was silent for a while...

Still, nodding in agreement.

I am really becoming more and more kind-hearted now, Xing Yan thought secretly when he was treating the leg of the young man named Gou Sheng.