When will the son not be romantic

In the dark woods, there is only one mud path to walk on, and under the baptism of the heavy rain, this path can hardly be regarded as a road.

Several people braved the rain and struggled through the muddy water, cursing loudly from time to time.At the end of the line, followed by a young boy with his hands tied up with straw ropes.

This road is not easy to walk, and even a strong man can walk with difficulty, let alone this child.He was covered in mud and water, even on his hair, and he had obviously fallen a lot.

The tall, thin man who was pulling the rope in front had a bad temper. He yanked the rope and yelled, "It's all about you, and you can't walk. Damn it, you're procrastinating, and I'm getting wet in the rain."

The boy staggered and fell to his knees in the muddy water.

The person in front complained impatiently: "You can do it, there is a ruined temple in front, hurry up. If you fall a few more times, it will take another half a day."

The boy was pulled by the rope to stand up, walked with difficulty for a while, and finally arrived at the ruined temple.

"Hurry up and sleep by the fire, I'm exhausted after a long day's journey." The tall, thin boy glared at the boy again, "It's all because you are a piece of trash that is not easy to sell, and you have grown up like this for nothing."

The man on the side suddenly laughed twice, "I heard that there is a rabbit master in the south, why don't we sell him there?"

The tall and thin man frowned in disgust, "That thing is disgusting." He glanced at the boy, "But I can't find a buyer, so that's it."

The fire was raised, and a group of people sat around the fire, only the boy was thrown aside with ropes tied to his feet.

The boy seemed to be numb and didn't move at all. He didn't open his eyes until those people put out the fire and fell asleep, holding a stone in his hand.The stone is very thin, and the edges seem to have been deliberately polished.

He glanced at the few people, carefully grinding the rope with stones.The rope was run over by the water, and the grass rope that had been twisted together had been loosened and was slowly worn off soon.

He stood up, walked carefully into the crowd, groped for a moment on the tall and thin man, and pulled out a dagger.He lowered his head and looked at the few people who were unconscious in their sleep.

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Qin Wucang entered the ruined temple and took off the cloak on his body.There was a sword wound on his arm, and the bone was deep.Just as he was about to sit down and treat the wound, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps outside.

He frowned, worried that he was chasing soldiers, and dodged and hid behind the Buddha statue.

Cursing sounds came in, he turned his head slightly to look, and found that it was just a few human traffickers and a kid, so he leaned against the Buddha statue and began to treat the wound indifferently.

He bandaged the wound, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and wanted to wait for the rain to stop before setting off.

In the middle of the night, Qin Wucang suddenly opened his eyes and moved his ears. He heard slight footsteps, which belonged to that child.

Afterwards, a strong smell of blood wafted through the entire ruined temple.

Qin Wucang frowned, he didn't like the smell.He got up and went out.Seeing his eyes widen in surprise, the boy hastily pointed the dagger at him.

Qin Wucang didn't want to provoke him, so he stood not far away and stopped moving forward.He looked at the corpse on the ground, then at the young man with a vicious face but trembling body, and suddenly smiled.

"Do you want to follow me?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, put down the dagger in his hand, and nodded.

Qin Wucang stepped forward and rubbed his hair, "What's your name?"

The boy seemed not used to someone treating him so intimately, but he still didn't hide, "I don't have a name."

"No?" Qin Wucang pondered for a moment, then rubbed his head again, "From now on, you can call Fang Ling, he is my son, Qin Wucang."

Fang Ling nodded, and called out with kindness: "Father."

Qin Wucang was very happy. With a big wave of his hand, he wrapped the cloak around Fang Ling's body and walked out of the ruined temple with his arms around his shoulders. "There are dead people here, and it's too dirty. We'll be in the city after a short walk. Let's go How about staying there?"

Fang Ling nodded, "I will listen to my adoptive father."

"So nice."

Qin Wucang only had one horse, so he carried Fang Ling up, rolled over and sat behind him.When he held the reins tightly, it was as if he was holding Fang Ling in his arms.

"Sit down, let's go." Saying that, Qin Wucang clamped the horse's belly, and the horse started to gallop like the wind.

"Father, who are you?"

"Bad man."

"Oh, then I'll be a bad guy too."

"No, you are a good person."

"...Father, are you rich?"

"It's very rich, I guarantee you will be the young master, haha."

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The next episode, Jiang Shen and Su Qiu

I feel like I really want to write a side story for every two characters (*/ω＼*)

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