Outlaw, I cannot regenerate [Transmigration Book]

The two brothers and sisters drove for more than ten miles with the weasel tribe, and found a remote small hotel on the border of the wolf country.

The boy in Kista's arms was hot and needed to recuperate urgently. He handed over the task of arranging the room to Salem, carried the two children into an empty room, and put them on the bed.

The boy still hugged the little girl tightly in a coma, and Xista took some time to separate them, only to find that the little girl had already lost her breath. Dying, otherwise how could there be no movement at all along the way.

The old woman was worried about the two children, so she came in to check the situation. Seeing that the little girl was dead, she fell down on the bedside and burst into tears: "Huey, this child's life is too hard. His father died on the battlefield. His mother wants to send the two children away." He was secretly sent away, but was found by the hunting soldiers and killed on the spot. His only sister died again, this child is only a teenager, how will he live in the future!"

Xista sympathized with the boy's experience, and responded without thinking: "My mother-in-law's condolences, I will take care of this child."

The old lady took Kista's hand, her gratitude was beyond words: "Young man, my family will never forget your kindness, and I thank you on behalf of those who survived!"

As she spoke, she was about to kneel down again, but Xista was the first to support her: "It's just a small effort, don't take it to heart."

The old lady: "You and that young man will die if you get involved with the fugitive. We are out of trouble, so you should leave as soon as possible."

Xista hates others crying, especially for the weak. He has a natural desire to protect. Instead, he held his mother-in-law's hand and comforted him: "You have nowhere to go, rest here first. My junior brother and I will arrange accommodation for you after finishing our business."

The half-open door was kicked open by someone, and Salem rushed in aggressively, reprimanded: "You make your own decisions again, don't you know how difficult it is for the lion king to deal with, let alone take them back, this robbery Let me see how you explain to Master about the prison!"

Kista hurriedly covered Salem's mouth, but Salem pushed him away unceremoniously: "You only care about being a hero. If the two countries go to war because of this, are you going to apologize to those soldiers who died in battle?"

"Do you want me to do nothing to save the person in front of me because I am afraid of something that may not happen?" Xista's handsome eyebrows and eyes are less unrestrained than usual, and more frighteningly fierce, "The robbery is my will. I won't let anyone be implicated, and I will bear it if I kill or cut myself!"

"You!" Salem didn't mean to let him take responsibility. He knew that Kista didn't want to make her mother-in-law feel guilty, but everything started because of the weasels. What trouble people get into.But the meaning of the words changed completely, and his senior brother accepted death again, so angry that Salem slammed the door and left, and his furious panting and stomping could be heard through the wall.

The old woman stared blankly at the direction in which Salem left, and neither refuted nor echoed his words.

Kista turned to comfort her: "My junior brother has a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart. He lost his temper with me because he was afraid of causing trouble for the family, not against you, and he also helped a lot along the way."

After a lot of rhetoric, she finally persuaded her mother-in-law to go back to the house to rest. Kista wiped the sweat from her forehead, and sure enough, coaxing people is much more difficult than fighting.

There was an unconscious child lying on the bed, and the others were put aside for the time being. Let the little dolphin who had rolled in the mud take a bath first.

Kista's manager asked for a bucket of hot water, and took off the boy's clothes from top to bottom. After thinking about it, he thought it was inappropriate, and then put the underwear back on for him, and then put the boy in the bucket.

The reason why he proposed to take care of this boy stemmed from Kista's similar experience in his childhood.His parents also died in the war, and the survivors in the town were all reduced to the enemy's war slaves. They were tortured by endless coolies, beatings and scolding every day. He still remembers the indescribable sting and burning of the whip on his body. a feeling of.Lying on the pile of weeds in the cold night, sleeping under the starlight, not only the scarred body was frozen, but also the heart that was facing death at any time.

It was the darkest time of his life.

Until noon one day, the camp received news of the army's defeat.In order to destroy the evidence of the torture of the prisoners and to vent their anger, the leader of the supervising army ordered the evacuation and at the same time asked the soldiers to kill all the remaining war slaves in the camp.The people who could not resist were beheaded one by one, and the executioner quickly came behind Kista and raised the butcher's knife.

Kista knew that he could not escape death anyway, or that he was impatiently waiting for this day, and it would be great luck for him to be relieved early, so he quietly closed his eyes and waited for the executioner's knife to fall.

A gust of wind blew across his neck, and he silently said "Mom and Dad, I'm here to find you".

The expected pain did not come, and suddenly his cheeks felt hot, and a sticky and smelly liquid dripped from his face. He was too familiar with this smell, but he couldn't figure out whose blood splashed out this time.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a strange face appeared in his vision. The man was unusually tall, dressed in silver armor and full of vigor, and the wolf-headed armor on his shoulders reflected the dazzling light, matching the scorching sun above his head.It was he who finished the executioner with a single sword and snatched the little war slave back from the hand of death.

Even though he had never met him before, Kista recognized him at a glance. The man in front of him was the bravest and most powerful knight in the history of the wolf country. He led a team of less than ten people to break through the prisoner-of-war camp. Without him, Xista Sta has already become the soul of the dead under the knife, and there will be no God of War who later made the demon world fearful.

Kista always remembered that his life was given by him, and it was a fluke with kind thoughts.

Since then, the creed of eliminating the strong and helping the weak has been deeply engraved in Kista's heart. Perhaps in the eyes of onlookers, he is just relying on his demonic power to meddle in his own business on a whim.But he himself understands that since he has the ability to protect himself, he should take on more responsibilities. It might be some kind of fate to save this weasel boy today.

Thoughts drifted a little far, Kista seized the time to deal with the present moment.

The hot water melted away the sludge on the boy's body, revealing blue and purple bruises. Some scabs were scratched by swords, and more looked like pinched fingers, especially on the waist and legs. , God knows what happened to this child.When he couldn't help himself, his overly outstanding appearance made him suffer even more humiliation.

Seeing that his skin was a little red from the heat, Kista scooped up a handful of water and poured it on top of his head, trying to clean his long, knotted hair. Unexpectedly, the force of the pouring was not controlled properly, and the falling water gushed out. It entered the boy's nose and woke him up with choking.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Cough, cough, cough!" The young man was still coughing, and his fair face turned rouge.

Kista had never taken care of a child before, so it was inevitable that he would panic when encountering such a situation, so he had no choice but to help him rub his chest and pat his back, and it took him a long time before the boy stopped coughing.

"Is it better?"

The young man didn't make a sound, just lowered his head, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were full of light, and his bloodless lips were pursed into a slit.

It was only then that Kista noticed that his hands were pressed against his chest, saying that he was not a pervert, but he himself did not believe it...

The author has something to say: Let me explain, these chapters are all about the plot of Huey’s first encounter with Kista, oh ho ho, the story of how the little wolf dog grows~