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Even at noon, the cold wind in early winter is biting.

Yangsou and Yangba lowered their heads, tightened their coats, and walked quickly into the circle. A gust of warm wind blew in front of them, making the two old people feel alive.

Yangshou shivered, and Yangbaliang sighed in comfort. The two of them were like two old goats, one skinny and the other fat.

The dojo left by the monks can make the circle as warm as spring, and the mortals who live in it can be free from disease and disaster. However, the refugees still feel that there is no cover on their heads, which makes people feel uneasy. A simple tent was set up in the village.

But very few of the refugees did this. They already had manors in the suburbs of Beijing, and they didn’t even count the high-ranking officials in the circle. Among the other Yanjing refugees, only a few of them knew how to set up tents.

The Yangba family is one of these few.

Relying on helping the gods these days, Yang Baliang got a lot of things, so unlike others, his tent was covered with a complete piece of sackcloth, and the sackcloth was pressed with straw, which looked very neat, even It is only five or six feet long and wide, but it is still a very warm nest.

As soon as Yang Baliang saw the small nest, he smiled, but when he bent down to get into the tent door, the smile on his face collapsed again.

"Huh?" The old man looked behind him, "Did the eldest nephew shit on the couch again?"

Yang Baliang didn't speak.

He can't afford to lose face.

Don't look at Yang Baliang who looks like a fat goat. As the only guy who has completed the class jump in Huangyangpo for more than 100 years, his experience is put on the network of Azure Star. The face is cool.

Jumping from the small village on the [-]th line to the county seat and then to Yanjing, there is no mistake in one step. In a feudal society with a stable class, such an inspirational character design is very rare.

Yang Baliang relies on a lot of hard work, picks up each thigh, and finally succeeds in becoming a shopkeeper in Yanjing. Even he himself is a little proud of the results of his struggle, but as he gets older, one thing will become a reality. It made him sick.

His wife had died of illness, leaving behind a son and a daughter, both of whom were born after his family arrived in Yanjing.

At that time, Yang Baliang was already the shopkeeper, so the two children didn't have a hard life, and they didn't have the hard work of Yang Baliang.

It doesn't matter, anyway, the family fortune has already been arranged for them. As long as they find a daughter-in-law with good character and good conduct for their son, and then marry their daughter into a good family, they will have nothing to fear.

Who would have known that the tide of demon disasters would come suddenly.

Yang Baliang's delicate little daughter was directly swallowed by the monster, and Yang Baliang would still see her in her dreams now when she died without a whole body.As for his son, perhaps he was frightened by the scene where his sister died. After arriving in this circle, he slept for a whole day, and after waking up, he had no energy, so he lay on the couch and did nothing.

It was okay a few days earlier, at least I knew how to go out to relieve myself, and I also knew to go to get food.In the past two days, he didn't even want to leave the door. He had to pass food and drink to his mouth, and he shit directly in his crotch.

But it happened when the fellow from Huangyangpo came!

Yang Baliang was about to kick his son hard when he went up. The old man Yang was not afraid of his elder nephew having an accident, but he was afraid that his fellow villager would fall down on him, so he quickly grabbed Yang Baliang and said, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, didn't the Shangxian say that?" Is it, your son is sick, it wasn't intentional."

"He's not sick," Yang Ba jumped up and scolded, "he's almost twenty, he's already a big man, he has hands and feet, and he's not hurt, how can he be sick? I think this brat is just lazy. !"

"It's a sickness in my heart," said the old man Yang.

Yang Baliang stopped his movements for a moment and sighed.

They had just brought back their lunch, but the smell in the tent was not good to sit down and eat.The two old people had no choice but to leave the tent, stood at the door, took out the meat buns that were still warm from under the clothes on their chests, and ate them.

Yang Baliang took a bite of the meat bun, although he still cared about his son's illness in his heart, his attention was diverted a little, and he said to the old man, "As expected of an immortal, even the skill of making meat buns is so good I have eaten at Taibaiju, the most famous restaurant in Beijing. It is said that the chef and the royal cook in the palace are brothers, but the steamed buns at Taibaiju are not as good as Shangxian’s. If my son can learn how to make this steamed stuffed bun, he will definitely make a lot of money by opening a shop."

Old man Yang is also eating buns, but he doesn't gobble them like Yang Baliang.

Some of the players have also been certified as doctors in the game by relying on the blue star's medical qualification certificate. With this certification, they can receive some tasks that others cannot receive.

Xia Jiong sent a mission before, asking the doctor player to check the bodies of dozens of villagers guarding Zhuofeng. At that time, Yangsou, as an old man in the village, naturally received 5.00% of the attention of the doctor players.

The gods told the old man that at this age, eat slowly, and you will go wrong if you eat too fast.

If this was said by an ordinary wandering doctor, the old man Yang would probably not take it seriously, but this is what the gods said, and the old man Yang immediately regarded it as the golden standard. Sheep Baliang.

After persuading him, he added: "If you want to learn, it's very easy."

Yang Baliang immediately became interested and asked, "How do you say?"

The old man recalled: "These gods want to get good ingredients, they have to be a chef, and they have to do some things, such as teaching others to cook a dish. It is fine to teach other gods or ordinary people. The people here have learned a lot of dishes from the gods, and the gods really know how to use seasonings, and they held a cooking competition last month, and they can eat whatever they make in the competition... hiss."

The old man who looked like a thin goat took a sip of his saliva, as if recalling the taste.

Listening to the description, the old man who looked like a fat goat next to him was lost in thought, as if he could smell the delicious aroma of the food, he couldn't help closing his eyes, and took a sip of his saliva.

He seems to really smell... this fragrance...

No, why does this smell so stinky!

Yang Baliang frowned and opened his eyes, and saw another family not far from his tent.

The whole family of this family was just lying on the ground like that, one of them was about eight years old, her face was unkempt, and her lower body skirt was suddenly wet, she just opened her eyes and urinated while lying down.

Yangsou and Yang Baliang who were eating buns: "..."

The two old men both had choked expressions.

Fortunately, the gods' spells were powerful, and within a few breaths, the peeing gas was driven out by the ventilation and warmth formation.The purified warm wind blew slightly, and nothing seemed to happen.

But the old man like a fat goat can no longer eat buns.

Yang Baliang sighed at the deteriorating world, wrapped the bun in oiled paper again, and stuffed it into his chest clothes.Turning around and entering the tent, he had to change his son's clothes and wash, and also change the straw mat on the floor.

Beside him, the old man Yang could still swallow.

I haven't seen anything on the way to escape, this stinky drizzle.

It's just that a big girl with yellow flowers would rather wet the bed than move, which really surprised him.

The old man of Yang was chewing on the steamed stuffed bun, his eyes, which had only two slits left, narrowed inconspicuously.

The old man seemed to be back on the way of escape. Nearly a hundred people from Huangyangpo escaped together, but they died on the way, and only a few dozen remained.

As an old man, he did not choose to commit suicide like other old people, but continued to drag those young people along the way because he could find out what was wrong earlier than others.

This is probably because he is very old and dying, so he can smell the smell of death.

Thanks to his premonition, although many of them died, they lasted until they met Lord Zhuo Qing.

After coming to Qinghua Fairy Mountain, Yangsou's vague premonition never appeared again, even if Master Xia asked the immortals to send them to the cave to avoid danger not long ago, he firmly believed that nothing would happen.

He thought that life is so good now, until he dies of old age peacefully, this premonition will never appear again.did not expect……

Unexpectedly, looking at these people who were lying on the ground without moving, the old man suddenly shuddered.

what's not right...

The sheep old man frowned and thought, then turned to his distant relatives and said: "Ba Liang, don't worry about your son, let's find the gods... Ba Liang!"

The old man suddenly let out a cry.

He saw Yang Baliang cursing and wiping his son's body with his son's dirty clothes. His eldest nephew was lying there limply, and although he was still breathing, he looked like a heavy corpse.

And the eyes, the eyes of his eldest nephew, aren't they...

Are you glowing red?

Old man Yang screamed, and Yang Ba shook his hands in fright, and his hands were stained with feces.

"Old ghost, what are you yelling about?" Yang Baliang turned back dissatisfied, "I didn't see that I was busy..."

"Wait, wait, you come out first." The old man Yang said, trying to drag his fellow villager out in a panic, and at the same time turned his face to stare at his elder nephew, trying to make sure whether the strange red light he saw just now was his illusion.

Looking at it again this time, sure enough, the red light in his nephew's eyes has disappeared, and he is still lying there obediently, so that the old man Yang is not sure if he is wrong.

But anyway, still...

"Village Chief!" The voices of some players suddenly sounded outside.

The sheep man was taken aback.

Only then did he think of these celestial beings, the celestial beings have arrived?

The ominous sense of panic faded away, the old man heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and exited the small tent.

Outside, Zhu Gongjing was teaching Zheng Jun and his party a lesson.

"Attract mortals? Why do you want to attract them?" said the young man in brocade clothes, "You are an immortal, they are just mortals, what you want them to do, just order them! If you want them to play the game played by Head Xia, Just order them to come!"

"But these NPs...these mortals don't seem to obey orders?" a player asked doubtfully.

"Then let other mortals control them and punish them!" What Zhu Gongjing said was exactly the way the [-] monks of the heavens treated mortals, "You don't need to do it yourself, didn't you accept a group of capable mortals to use it? Let those mortals just move the disobedient people to your Internet cafe, wouldn't that be enough?"

"Wow," the players exclaimed, "This method is so inhumane and feudal!"

"Then do you want to do it?" Zhu Gongjing asked impatiently.

What answered him was the bright eyes of a group of players.

The players cheered: "Snatch the men and women! Great! Do it!"

On Qinghua Mountain, Fan Yichun in the administrator's room saw how things were going so far, and spurted out a mouthful of spirit tea.

Xia Jiong, who was also sitting here, jumped up and ran out happily.

The bastard ran and shouted: "It's fun! I want to do it too!"