There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

The young man said such words in a childish voice, which made Hanshu almost unable to hold on, and lowered his head to pick him up from the ground.

But he can't.

He could only calmly say to the child lying on the ground: "The guards around are already asleep, you can get up and run away."

"Escape?" Cuan Jihe's eyes showed a trace of confusion: "My mother and father don't want me, why should I run away?"

He must be a disaster star as everyone said, otherwise why the parents clearly heard his shout, but they didn't look back at him.

Hanshu was heartbroken, he couldn't tell the child in front of him, because the Jade Emperor asked him to go down to the earth to supervise his life of poverty and suffering, so he cast a curse in Cuan's room when his family left.

He locked the door and blocked the sound.

It's not that Cuan's family didn't take him away, it's that they couldn't see him.

What a bad person he is, he cut off Cuan Jihe's thoughts, and because he still has a rough life to go, he popped up at this time and let him run away.

But Hanshu could only look at him indifferently, and said quietly: "What if I want you to live?"

There was finally some brilliance in the child's dead eyes. He tried his best to support himself, and after struggling to sit still, he said, "Then I... will live!"

Hanshu didn't move, he took a step back and looked at him, Cuan Jihe struggled to get up from the crowd of mortals, staggered out, finally moved to the edge of the camp, but turned back to look at Hanshu, under the moonlight, The child showed a silly smile: "Thank you, Brother Immortal."

He didn't intend to save him, otherwise, he should be taken away from this place and find a rich and healthy place to settle down.

The "rescue" that Cuan Jihe said was just to wake him up.

But he said thank him.

Hanshu's heart felt sour, he no longer had the face to appear in front of Cuan Jihe, flicked his sleeves, and disappeared.

Cuan Jihe only thought that she was safe, so Brother Shenxian left, so she buried her head and walked outside.

But he didn't know that the enemy army had come to the depths of the desert day and night, and how he, a child, could get out of this deep desert.

But it was just another torture.

But he just kept the words of Brother Shenxian firmly in his heart, and he didn't know why he did it. He just felt that a word from Brother Shenxian could become the motivation for him to live.

Cuan Jihe was afraid that she would be captured by the army. After leaving the camp, she walked non-stop, from the darkness of the night to the dawn of the sky. The sun on the desert was very dazzling from the early morning. , Cuan Jihe's mouth was getting dry.

There is nothing around, no place to shade, no place to drink water, and no place to rest.

He didn't know which direction he was heading, but he couldn't stop.

The body that has not eaten for a few days is getting weaker and weaker, the clothes are ragged, and the small body that cannot be covered is exposed to the sun, with red marks, the lips are dry and cracked, and the eyes are gradually hallucinating.

He bit his lip, swallowed the non-existent saliva, and took another step forward. His eyes suddenly went dark, his body staggered, and he plunged into the sand.

The hot sand made his throat hurt, but he didn't even have the strength to turn over. Cuan Jihe laughed at himself, maybe it would be more uncomfortable to turn over and be exposed to the sun?

So he lay there, very still.

He thought he was walking alone in the desert, but he didn't know that the "brother fairy" who had saved him at night had been following him all along, watching him get sunburned, staggering, and weak and unconscious.

Indifferent.

Hanshu felt that his heart seemed to be getting cold, and he could calmly judge how long Cuan Jihe could last. When he found that if he didn't do anything, Cuan Jihe would fall into the next reincarnation, he finally moved and stiffened He was planning to help Cuan Jihe, but found a gust of cold wind blowing from the front, wrapping Cuan Jihe whole on the ground, and then took her away.

Sensing that there was no evil spirit in that wind, Hanshu heaved a sigh of relief, and let go of the palms he had been holding tightly.

Someone saved him.

Han Shu laughed at himself, knowing that he didn't have to follow for the time being.

On the other side, Cuan Jihe had completely fallen into a coma.

He had a dream. In the dream, he became an all-powerful royal prince, leading tens of thousands of people under his command, but it was a little strange. His subordinates all looked strange, a bit like the legendary bull head and horse face.

But ignoring these details, the self in the dream is still very happy, with food and drink.

Suddenly one day, an old woman found him and asked him to go to the sky to get something.

Cuan Jihe was very surprised, how could a person go to the sky, just when he was puzzled, he suddenly felt that the world he was in was shaking violently.

"Little brother, hey, wake up, don't sleep."

A strange voice sounded in his ear, Cuan Jihe finally realized that he was dreaming, and opened his eyes at once.

But he found that his eyes were pitch black. He blinked his eyes, but there was still no improvement.

Cuan Jihe was in a daze for a while, then continued and said cautiously: "I... am I blind?"

I used to hear adults say that the world of the blind is completely dark, and you can't see anything.

When Cuan Jihe heard about it before, she sympathized with the blind people very much, but now she found that she was blind, and her heart didn't fluctuate much. The only regret was that she would never see Brother Immortal again.

It's just that Cuan Jihe didn't expect that when he said "I'm blind", hearty laughter came from beside him, and then, a ray of light sounded from the side, and a cold and cool skeleton stuck up, saying very friendly : "You're not blind, you're just lying in my coffin and can't see the light."

Cuan Jihe: "..."

Seeing that he was not moving, the skeleton thought he was overjoyed to find that he was not blind, so he patted him on the shoulder very familiarly, and said: "I don't like light very much, you don't need this thing in the coffin, I put the light Is it off?"

He was a little embarrassed as he said that, after all, the light had just been lit, and when it went out, I don't know if this little brother would think that he was deliberately finding fault.

Who knew that after finishing speaking, the little brother just nodded calmly.

The skeleton was very happy, and raised the Nether Fire with its fingertips to move forward a little bit, and the eye sockets without eyeballs were almost attached to Cuan Jihe's eyes: "You are so brave, you are not afraid when you see me."

Cuan Jihe: "...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! There is a ghost!!"

Not long after the skeleton sighed, Cuan Jihe suddenly let out a burst of crying screams, hurriedly pushed the skeleton away, turned around and wanted to run away!

But he didn't hear what the skeleton said at all, and when he turned his head, he slammed into the wall of the coffin next to him with a "bang", causing a big bump to bulge on his head instantly, and he fell into a coma again.

The skeleton next to him who was pushed to pieces by Cuan Ji and a slap: "..." Well, he overestimated this little brother.