The copy NPCs are all my homie [Original God + Unlimited]

"Has anyone seen Liggie?"

When the wheat field was almost harvested, Frank ran over in a hurry and asked anxiously.

Wan Ye paid more attention to him, and immediately noticed that his eyes first glanced at Ying, and then at him.

"Didn't see it. What happened?"

Friends came over.

"It's just... Didn't you see a woman's clothes at Li Ji's house yesterday? I was really curious about this fact, so I asked him sideways. I didn't expect him to get angry and run out."

The more Frank spoke, the lower his voice sounded, gradually losing confidence.

"Let me go find it." The friend patted the grass clippings on his body, picked up the knife and looked at Frank.

"He's running this way..." Frank led his friend away gradually.

Wan Ye looked at the backs of those two people walking away, and suddenly realized that only herself and Ying were left in this place.

"Hey, it's just you and me." At the same time, Ying spoke.

Wan Ye glanced at her gently: "Do you want to take a rest?"

Ying dropped the sickle in her hand, found a place with a lot of straw and sat down.

"What's it like being born into a samurai family?" she asked Manyo.

"I don't feel anything." Wanye raised her head to look at the sky, feeling the wind blowing over her face.The faint chirping of insects in the ears and the rustling of wheat swaying in the wind are intertwined, making people feel unreasonably comfortable.

"Then how do you feel about me?" Ying asked again.

"How does it feel?" Wanye was caught off guard by this question, "What does it mean?"

"I'm the daughter of a farmer, from a peasant family, and you are a samurai. We are two completely different people. You haven't contacted a farmer before, have you?"

Wan Ye shook his head.

"So to you, I should be someone you have never met. Do you feel anything?" Ying straightened her legs and crossed them.

Wan Ye shook his head again: "You're not like a farmer. You're like...someone I know."

"Oh?" Ying raised her eyebrows with interest, "Like someone you know?"

"You also have the aura of a wanderer... even compared to me, you are more like that drifter." Wan Ye looked at the flowers in her hair and said slowly.

When they met for the first time, Ying hadn't brought these two flowers with her, but since they met, these flowers had inexplicably appeared on her temples at some point.

Ying slowly straightened up, followed his line of sight and touched the flowers on her temples.

"This flower is called Intivat."

Manyo was at a loss, it was a name he had never heard of before.

Just as he was about to ask, he heard hurried footsteps.

It's Frank and friends back.

"Did you find Liji?" Ying asked.

The friend was a little surprised by her familiar way of asking, but still replied: "I found it, he is fine."

"How can you say it's okay?" Frank retorted, "That man must have something very serious in his heart. Didn't you see the bush he chopped down?"

Is it Liji?Wan Ye recalled the appearance of the farmer, and then slowly said: "He has a fire in his heart."

"A fire lit by hatred." Ying Ying said.

The friend let out a narrow cough and laugh.

There was the sound of tiles being knocked not far away, and it was time to call it a day.

"Let's go." Ying stood up.

When passing Wan Ye, she whispered, "See you at the old place at eight o'clock tonight."

**

Wan Ye absently pawed at the rice in the bowl, his thoughts had already gone to the evening private meeting.

His friend tapped his wrist to tell him to concentrate.

Zhe Ping put down the bowl and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Tianxia asked him.

Zhe Ping shook his head: "When I think that the farmers are eating rice bran, but we are eating rice, I feel strange."

"Can't they all eat rice?" Wan Ye leaned forward and asked Zhe Ping anxiously.

Zhe Ping nodded: "I inquired about it today, and most of the farmers' grain is used to pay taxes. I don't know if the harvested grain can be kept. There is really not much stock in the village, and it is all placed on our table. .”

Wan Ye sat blankly for a few seconds, then stood up suddenly.

"I'm going out."

He hurried away with the bowl.

**

When we arrived at the flower field, Ying was already there.

"You arrived so early." In the dark night, she showed a bright smile.

"You were earlier than me." Wan Ye walked to her side and handed her the bowl of rice in his arms.

Ying reached out to take it, and looked at the bottom of the bowl curiously: "What is this?"

Wan Ye quickly reached out to protect the bowl, for fear that she would spill the rice.

"For you to eat."

Ying hurriedly pushed back, but Wanye shoved the bowl into her hand without avoiding it: "Stop talking, eat."

Ying: "But..."

After Wanye was sure that she was holding the bowl, she let go of her hand and took two steps back: "I ate it at Liji's house just now, and this is for you. I heard Zheping say that you only eat chaff, barnyard rice and so on. It's unpalatable..."

Ying didn't speak.

"Eat." Wanye persuaded again.

Ying took it, but didn't eat it.

Wan Ye tilted her head and looked at her suspiciously, frowning.

"I'm going to feed the old lady who lives by the waterwheel." Ying whispered.

"But..." Wanye looked at Ying's firm eyes, and changed the subject, "Now it's yours, and you can give it to whoever you want."

Ying pulled his sleeves and walked towards the waterwheel.

The house under the waterwheel was dilapidated, and an old mother-in-law was sitting at home, motionless like a decayed sleeping statue.

"Grandma, we have brought you food."

Ying knelt and sat opposite her mother-in-law, and handed the rice to the old man.

After a while, the old man slowly started to move.

"You are here."

A voice came from behind, and a friend came over, looking at the small space under the waterwheel.

This is not a house at all, it looks like it is about to collapse, and the inside of the house is clean, only two piles of straw seem to be able to sleep people.

The old lady propped herself up and thanked Wanye and Ying.

The friend didn't understand what happened for a moment, but subconsciously half-kneeled in front of the old woman according to instinct, and helped her up.

"Old man, why do you live here alone?"

The old woman shook her head and sighed.

Wan Ye looked at Ying, she closed her eyes, her face was full of unbearable.

The friend also seemed to understand: "Let the bandits give it all..."

The old woman said in a very sad tone as if apologizing: "I am old and useless, and I just want to die early. You don't have to give me such a good meal. It is just a waste for me to eat. I just want to die sooner." Die, the sooner the better. Oh, when will I die..."

The friend silently supported the old woman's shoulders.

Wan Ye knew that all words at this time were pale comforts.So they just kept silent.

After helping the old man to rest, the three of them walked out of the cramped and dilapidated house together, and let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Please be sure to kill the bandit..."

The old lady's earnest eyes appeared in front of Wanye, which weighed heavily on his heart.

He walked forward slowly.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Friends stopped him.

Wan Ye turned around suspiciously, but saw his friend folded his arms and looked at him leisurely: "Did you forget something?"

Seeing that Wanye didn't respond, the friend's eyes flicked between him and Ying, and then punched Wanye's back: "Woman? You can do it, just keep quiet."

Wan Ye coughed twice, suddenly a little afraid to look at Ying.

"Okay, don't bother your little lovers anymore, I'll find a way to find something to make the old lady live more comfortably, just leave it to me."

Manyo was still standing there.

The friend pushed him: "Go on a date, you two don't have to worry about it."

Wan Ye opened his mouth, wanting to explain the relationship between the two, but he didn't know where to start.

At this time, Ying grabbed his sleeve, and a force came from him, so he had to follow Ying to go in another direction.

He saw his friend winking narrowly at him.

"You two have a really good relationship." Turning a corner, Ying sighed with a smile.

Wan Ye nodded and smiled lightly: "He is my best friend, wandering with him, I learned a lot."

"That's great." Ying smiled lightly, but she felt a little sad when she listened carefully.

Is it because of the darkness?Wan Ye couldn't see her expression clearly, but felt that her expression was a little down, as if she had thought of something unpleasant.

"The relationship between people is not something that can be broken so easily."

Wan Ye heard Ying whisper something, and quickly asked, "What?"

"I mean, hopefully this time it's better."

this time?What do you mean this time?What was it last time?

Wan Ye was full of doubts, but Ying just shook her head and refused to say more.

"Where are we going?" After walking with Ying for a while, he found that they seemed to be getting farther and farther away from the village.

"Don't you want to know where Liji's fire came from?"

Ying put her fingers upright on her lips and whispered.

Liji...'s fire?Wan Ye recalled it, and vaguely remembered that when the wheat was harvested in the afternoon, Ying had mentioned that Li Ji's strange anger seemed to come from hatred.

There seemed to be a few beams of dancing flames in the distance, Wanye squinted his eyes, this place was completely out of the scope of the village, the people living here must not be farmers, could it be...

"Look, Liji is there." Ying raised her hand and pointed.

Wan Ye saw the young farmer standing on a small mound, looking at the fire in front of him, clenched his hands into fists, as if restraining something.

"Would you like to get a gun?" Ying's voice couldn't hide her excitement, Wan Ye turned her face in surprise, and saw the flickering fire in her eyes.

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