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Qianmu City is no longer as prosperous as it used to be, the streets are desolate and there are few people, and most of the low-rise houses in the alleys have collapsed, revealing half-burnt blackened door beams. From the outside, we can see the panic of the owner when he fled famine. Tables and benches were messed up.

The fertile fields ten miles away no longer see the rolling rice waves of that day, only the scorched blackness that can't be seen beyond the horizon.

The ground was full of potholes and messes after the fire, and the doors of the shops on the roadside were closed. They walked for a while before they saw the inn.

There was a pale paper lantern hanging in front of the inn, and the lantern was covered with a layer of black ash. A thin and lifeless middle-aged man sat inside the door.

Cang Qi stepped forward and asked, "Is there any room available, sir?"

The shopkeeper lifted his eyelids weakly, "Yes, yes, no money, only food, do you have any food?"

Cang Qi touched it, but he didn't even have a single grain on his body, so he had to imagine a Ganoderma lucidum and asked if it was okay.

The shopkeeper looked at the Ganoderma lucidum indifferently, his face was sallow and thin, he sighed, and said, "Three months ago, I was considered a baby, but now... I can't stand the hunger, it's useless."

Qianmu City is near the sea, and it can be regarded as a land of fish and rice. Even if there is a great famine, the people should have food in their homes. It shouldn’t be like they are running out of ammunition and food. The swarthy heads were a group of poorly dressed refugees and beggars, staring at them, their dirty faces staring at them like a pack of exhausted hungry wolves.

Yun Tun couldn't bear to look directly, glanced lightly, then was slightly surprised, tugged Cang Qi's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Yes~Su~Wei~"

Mentioning this name, Cang Qi didn't realize who it was for a while. Looking at the world that was still prosperous and prosperous at the beginning of the year, he felt very happy. The scene in front of him had too much to do with him. His emaciated features were silently questioned and whipped by the beggars hiding outside the house.

He bears the name of being for the common people, but he is no different from Haowu, doing things that are sorry for the common people.

Su Wei, who was outside the house, looked at the group of well-dressed people, and recognized the wonton inside with sharp eyes. He staggered and ran out of the ruins piled up with debris by the roadside, and knelt down after a long distance, with disheveled hair and spikes. Weeping in a low voice, "Young master...you have seen Yan Zhi...he is gone."

"Yan~zhi~?"

Yun gap was holding the wooden box, a small ganoderma lucidum half as high as a finger grew out of it, and a small snail with big eyes trembled on the round flat cap of the little ganoderma.

Yun Tun said, "It's Ran'er's name in the world~"

After speaking, he looked at Mu Guozi who was standing inconspicuously in the crowd.

The shopkeeper saw that they couldn't produce food, and he didn't have the strength to care about it. He leaned against the door and window and said, "You can live if you want, but there is no hot water and rice." He looked up at the normal days these days, He murmured, not knowing how long he could last, and walked back to the house with vain steps.

Yun Chi lowered his head and found a bench in the inn. He wanted to sit down, but the dust on it was thick and it hadn't been wiped for a long time.

He rolled up his sleeves, looked at Cang Qi and said, "Now is not the time to blame yourself, it's time to think of a solution~"

This is not the first time that Yun Gap has dealt with this kind of post-war withered situation, where everything is waiting to be revived. Speaking of which, he is more calm and proficient than Cang Qi.

Cang Qi suppressed the boredom in his heart, looked at Yun Gap with a little gratitude, calmed himself down, and told everyone to rest here temporarily to heal their injuries.

The inn was full of empty rooms, and a group of them, there were many kinds of monsters, each picked their own room and went back to rest.

Su Wei recognized Yun Tun and walked in, but he had nowhere to go, so he had to sit in the lobby in a trance.

It was getting dark outside, and Cang Qi watched Yun Tun fall asleep with a pair of children in his arms, and then got out of the room by himself.

The door of the inn was not closed, and it looked even more bleak and pitiful outside at night. There were almost no lights ten miles away, and the wind blew through the empty broken wall, making a whimpering sound.

Cang Qi walked along the road, and the fertile farmland that had been a lush harvest had almost been destroyed, the ground was covered with scorched earth, pitch black, and when the wind blew, there was a smell of burnt and dilapidated.

He squatted down, rummaging through the scorched ground with his slender fingers.

Su Wei followed him all the way, shivering in the wind. He likes good-looking and handsome people. He lowered his head and touched his dirty and damp clothes. He retreated a little bit ashamed, and said, "...there is no food, and the ones that can be eaten have already been eaten. It's gone."

Cang Qi didn't make a sound.

Su Wei said to himself again, "Three months ago...the sky fire burned everything...the soil was burnt, nothing can grow..."

His eyes were blurred, and he looked up at the bright moon hanging above his head, as if he had returned to that day again.

It was the first day of the New Year, and the sun was still warm in the morning, which was a sign of a good year. Unexpectedly, just after noon, the sky was burning red. Before everyone could react, countless fireballs fell from the sky. Like rain, it hits the streets, shops, and high-rise pavilions by surprise, and the fire catches up with it, and it burns bigger and bigger. People who are splashed with sparks will be engulfed by the whole fireball immediately, and burnt into human-shaped ashes, bone to bone. Only when there is no dregs left, will we give up.

That is evil fire, even immortal officials can't bear it, let alone mortal bodies and pavilions.Three feet below the soil burned by the evil fire is full of scorched earth, and the fertile land will be abandoned as soon as it is said to be abandoned.

Su Wei trembled all over, thinking of the sky that was burning like fire and the fire everywhere that had nowhere to hide, almost half of the fertile fields and pavilions were burned overnight, countless charred corpses, and the crowd crying and screaming everywhere, if it wasn't for He was still lingering on his last breath, and he really felt that that day was about the end of the world.

Cang Qi listened to him crying and talking, at the end he was out of breath, crying loudly, squatting on the ground holding his head and sobbing, obviously already terrified.

Cang Qi listened silently, released the silver thread to dig three feet in the scorched earth to search for it, after searching for a long time, the silver thread finally got out of the soil happily wrapped around a seed.

Cang Qi took the seeds and found a palm-sized piece of soil under a boulder that had not been burned by the evil fire. He buried the seeds in it and secretly recited the curse.

I saw fresh and tender shoots suddenly emerged from the cramped and narrow land, and then stretched out thin branches and crawled around.

There was a gasp from behind, and Su Wei stopped crying at some point, and looked at the tender green seedlings in the scorched earth in shock.

The seedling climbed extremely fast, and not long after, small flowers with lavender stamens bloomed.

Su Wei used to be a luthier for singing and dancing, and his five fingers did not touch the spring water. He didn't know what it was, so he watched Cang Qi gently pull the seedlings, and a few silver threads went into the ground, and a piece of soil covered with clods was removed. The big lump was thrown out - it was a sweet potato, very resistant to hunger.

The homeless beggars and refugees who were hiding in the dark came out one after another. Seeing Cang Qi cast a spell with his hands clasped, he knelt down on the ground, grabbed the ground with his head and shouted for the gods.

The silver thread dug quickly, digging out the sweet potatoes one by one, and the thin silver thread lightly divided the sweet potatoes. Although the number was not large, but fortunately they were huge, and some very hungry people directly used them The sleeves rubbed off the clods indiscriminately, and started to eat them raw.

Cang Qi took two pieces of sweet potatoes, stood upright in his clothes, looked apologetically at the refugees all over the ground, left a few silver threads to dig out the growing sweet potatoes, and left first, before leaving Before that, she even asked Yinsi to throw a piece of sweet potato into Su Wei's arms.

Although this thing is not a long-term solution, it is also the first step to relieve the temporary hunger and save this group of dying refugees.

Until dawn, before Yuntun woke up, Cang Qi had already returned to the inn with a small bag of unburned crop seeds that he found from the soil.

With untied long hair, Yuntun hugged him from behind, felt the coldness around his neck, and held his hand, "It will be~ok~"

Cang Qi smiled wryly and hugged him into his arms, humming.

The seeds recovered from the ground were cursed, and Cang Qi handed out the seeds when the refugees gathered in front of the inn and prayed to the gods. They were asked to draw water to irrigate and cultivate the fields as in the past.

The cursed seeds can produce branches and sprouts in ten hours, and produce crops. No matter what it is, people must be full before they can work hard.

Mu Dan and Cang Qi went to the city to negotiate with the human government. It is not enough to settle all the refugees with these seeds.

Yun Tun found a lot of medicinal materials from the baggage that he brought with him, reluctantly parted ways, set up a small tent outside the inn door, and Hua Haoyu treated people, shuttled back and forth among the ancestral halls and temples where refugees concentrated.

All the monsters in the inn who could help went out to help, Qi Shao stood by the window and watched the lifeless Qianmu City finally ignited the smoke, and the smoke was far above, and a faint fragrance drifted into the room.

He turned his head to look at the seriously injured person on the bed, and remembered the grilled fish he had burned on the outside and tender on the inside.

Qi Shao quickly glanced over the python baby's face carved with a knife and axe, and barely landed on the dragon egg in his arms.

The python baby was trampled on the back by Gu Sha, several ribs in the chest cavity were broken, and the bone spurs pierced into the heart and lungs, bloody and bloody, the pain made him difficult to calm down in a coma, if Master Yun hadn't used Cangdi's ganoderma mycelium to hold his breath, Perhaps, the chief of the python clan died a long time ago.

But even so, what Python Baby chanted the most while in a coma was his egg and...Qi Shao's name.

The Tonglan python under the inn has many missing arms and legs and is helping Yuntun. Qi Shao can't figure out how this python would pay the price of extermination for the sake of saying "the grace of saving life must not be forgotten" Help his benefactor.

Qi Shao clenched his fingers slightly, he called him kindly, but in fact Qi Shao felt that he was very strange to him, he dived into the sea and was trapped by a snake in the sea, the humiliation of opening his mouth was hard to explain, let alone he forced himself, Conceived in the dark, as a man, he gave birth to this half-breed egg that is neither python nor dragon.

This humiliation... Qi Shao closed his eyes, fearing that he would never be able to swallow it.

Just as he was resentful, the bastard egg held in the arms of the python baby cracked open.

A small snake with a thin little finger and a whole body covered in blue popped out with a piece of broken eggshell, dazedly stretched out a piece of bright red letter, and yawned.

Qi Shao only took one look and knew that it was a flood dragon, except that the pattern on its body was not the same as his, it was too similar to him.

Seeing Qi Shao, the round eyes of the little dragon suddenly lit up, his body was still sticky, and he swam out of the eggshell with his small head up, and was about to swim towards him crookedly.

Qi Shao's heart softened inexplicably, and he raised his hand to call out, but the calling sound from the bed pinned him in place, he raised his eyes, and saw the python baby's pale face, and a pair of dark blue eyes looking at him.

"Shao...cough cough." The python baby coughed vigorously.

Qi Shao resisted the urge to go over, looked down at the empty table, since he was awake, he didn't need to stay any longer, the previous appearance was just to repay Mr. Yun's saving grace, now the world is peaceful, he doesn't It's time to stay with this person again.

"I am leaving."

"Qi Shao!" Hearing this, the python baby immediately stood up, the wound on his body hadn't healed yet, he couldn't move, his heart was anxious, and blood oozes from the corner of his lips.

"Don't go, okay?" He almost begged.

Qi Shao's face suddenly sank, he stood with his hands tied, his eyes fixed on the half-dead python on the bed, "Did you ever hear my pleading when you bound me?!"

The baby python's face was as white as paper, his lips trembled, and the blood on the corners of his lips made him shocking. He coughed violently, almost coughing out his heart and lungs, and said in a difficult voice, "I'm sorry...I, I just coughed... "

People's laughter came from outside the inn, thinking of the years when he was tied up, Qi Shao's eyes sparkled, he trembled with hatred, he tried his best to hold back all his emotions, gave him a cold look, waved his sleeves and left.

The moment he stepped out of the room, the python baby said hoarsely, "You don't even want Xiaolong?"

Qi Shao was shocked.

The little Jiaolong who hadn't been confused yet lay on his father's stomach, stretched his thin body and poked his head outside. He couldn't speak, and couldn't scream even if he wanted to.

Qi Shao sneered, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "Dragon? It's just a bastard, born in the python tribe, isn't it a great shame?!" He disappeared into the inn without leaving a trace without looking back.

In the room, the python baby closed his eyes in despair, his heart constricted in pain, he opened his mouth to spit out blood, and fell heavily on the bed in a state of weakness.

Great humiliation... No matter how he changes, he will not accept him.

Intense pain welled up in the python baby's heart, the overwhelming pain and the pain he couldn't wish for drove him almost unconscious.

Little Jiaolong wanted to chase after Qi Shao, but when he turned his head and saw his blood-covered father, his tiny body twitched and choked, he pushed the egg piece on his head up and down, he curled up obediently on his father's chest, curled up in a circle, stretched out Xiao Xinzi licked his father for a short time. As soon as he was born, he probably knew that both he and his father had been abandoned.

At night, Yuntun and Hua Haoyu packed the medicine box and went back to the inn. Just as they went upstairs, they saw a small snake on the stairs.

Yun Tun's father and son didn't like snakes, so Yun Tun subconsciously took out some silver needles and planned to fly out, but saw the little snake with the tip of its tail curled up on the bottom pillar of the escalator. Can't speak, looks old and pitiful.

The little snail in the wooden box of wontons stretched out its head to look down, and was immediately happy, holding the edge of the mushroom cap of the little ganoderma lucidum in its mouth, happy, little beautiful egg.

Hua Haoyu reminded, "This is the Jiaolong of the patriarch of the python clan." He hesitated for a while, "The baby python hurts so badly that it won't let it come out by itself. Something must have happened to him, let's go and have a look."

Hua Haoyu stretched out her hand to let the little dragon come over, the little snake looked at him nervously, and poked it cautiously with the tip of its tail, seeing that he was not angry, the little dragon stretched out the little letter, exhaled, and crawled crookedly against the egg. Hua Haoyu was injured and wrapped around his wrist.

Sure enough, something happened to the baby python, and there was no one to take care of him, the wound on his chest was mostly cracked and half of his chest was red, the little Jiaolong was probably frightened by him, so he ran out to call for someone.

After Yuntun bandaged his wound and force-fed him medicine, the python baby opened his eyes again in a daze.

"Where is Qi~shao~?" Yun Tun said.

The python baby swallowed his sweet throat, "...my lord's kindness has been repaid, and he left." He coughed twice, trying to support himself, but failed, and whispered, "Emperor Cang...succeeds... There is no use for the python clan... Please take the python baby and bid farewell to the emperor..."

He stared blankly at the vermilion doors and windows, "I should... take my clansmen... back..."