Zilan

No one had ever asked Yan Zhuoqing who his parents were, of course, even if he had asked, he would not have been able to answer.When he was young, he didn't know there was such a thing as parents. He thought he was just like the storyteller sitting on the street saying, he jumped out of the stone.

And later, he just pretended not to have it.

After many years, Yan Zhuoqing himself has almost forgotten how a child survived. What he vaguely remembers are the dirty alleys, prostitutes with disheveled hair, walking corpses, and The wild dogs that competed with him.

Some people saw that he was a little bully and wanted to snatch food.But Yan Zhuoqing was like a mad dog when he became crazy, he hurt himself eight hundred and injured one thousand enemies, he once bit off a person's ear alive and chewed it into his stomach, and his legs and feet were also broken.This kind of reckless style of play made people dare not think of him again.

He is also good at fortune-telling, no matter how serious the injury is, he can always be alive and kicking within a few days.Later, Yan Zhuoqing recalled that both his fierce personality and body that were different from ordinary people were all inherited from his evil ghost who should be called "father".

However, apart from those filthy things in memory, there is also a little girl in red with a smile like the first snow in Baima City, warm and clean, making people want to hold it in the palm of their hand, and can't bear to get a little bit of dirt on it.

It should be a sunny day, Yan Zhuoqing just got into a fight with someone yesterday, dragging his injured leg and leaning against the corner of the wall, his eyelids half lifted, looking weak.So he didn't notice when there was a little girl in red sitting at the noodle stall opposite, until his gaze passed by and he couldn't help but stick to it.

without him.The little girl is really pretty.

She was dressed in red fur, and her face, which was delicately lined with velvet around her neck, was fairer and more transparent.Even though the little girl was wearing a fur coat, she was too skinny, so thin that she would collapse in the wind, but Yan Zhuoqing still thought she was beautiful, and the more she looked, the more beautiful she was. "Jade carving" is worthy of it.

The little girl sat obediently on the stool by herself, biting the candied haws earnestly, but it might be that Yan Zhuoqing's eyes were so intense that she had to notice.

Yan Zhuoqing met the little girl's gaze unexpectedly.He was a little embarrassed, and for the first time thought that he was too dirty to hide.

But before he implemented it, a faint scent of flowers approached, and the little girl had already walked in front of him.As they got closer, Yan Zhuoqing realized that the whiteness on the little girl's face was closer to the sickly whiteness.

"You..." The voice was as clean and clear as a human being.

Yan Zhuoqing pricked up her ears, not daring to let go of every word she said.

"Do you want to eat candied haws too?" The chubby little hand held a candied haws and handed it to him. The little girl was a little embarrassed, "My money bag is with my mother, I can't buy you another one, I just bite I bought one, don't give up on it."

This little girl is really ignorant of the world, Yan Zhuoqing feels that she doesn't even know what a beggar is.

Seeing that Yan Zhuoqing hadn't picked it up for a long time, the little girl thought he really disliked it, and she was so depressed that she was about to lower her hand, but she didn't let it go, and her dirty hand held it to stop her movement.

Yan Zhuoqing didn't dare to get too close to her hand, he only dared to hold the end of the wooden stick with his index finger and middle finger, he was worried that if he got too close, the little girl's clean hands would be dirty.

The little girl didn't notice this little movement, she frowned and was about to say something when she was interrupted by a female voice.

"Wan'er, why did you come to such a place?" A lady also wearing a red fur coat appeared behind the little girl and pulled her away from Yan Zhuoqing. , just looked gloomy, looking cold and inhuman.

The little girl plunged into her arms: "Mother."

The madam was not coaxed by her, and pulled his cheek: "I told you to sit in the teahouse obediently, why did you run out? It's time to go back and take the medicine."

"It's bitter." She complained.

"This time I prepared candied fruit." The little girl was half hugged and half coaxed away by the lady in red, but she waved to Yan Zhuoqing with an apologetic smile while leaving.

The two red figures, one big and one small, quickly disappeared around the corner, but Yan Zhuoqing's eyes still stayed on that corner, as if he could see the beautiful red again after looking at it for a long time.

Yan Zhuoqing was not willing to eat the candied gourd, he hugged it with a piece of cloth, even if the sugar melted in the end, it would stick to the cloth.This waste of clean food made many beggars scoff, how could there be such a crazy person.

But his commemoration couldn't last long, and was soon broken by a person.

"This is also my seed?" The smiling man picked up Yan Zhuoqing and glanced at it. When the cloth bag fell into his hands, he frowned in disgust, and threw him to the attendants behind him, like throwing some garbage.

He wiped his hands and didn't look directly at the person: "The aptitude is not bad, what's your name?"

Huge force clamped, even if he hugged him with all his strength, Yan Zhuoqing couldn't stop the attendant from taking the cloth bag from his arms and throwing it away.

He gritted his teeth and didn't answer, his eyes were tearing apart.

"The eyes are also good."

The man pressed his palms on his head, and Yan Zhuoqing had no doubts, if he didn't speak again, his hands would crush his head like crushing tofu, because that's how he saw the man treating this little boy just now. people in the alley.

"Yan Zhuoqing, my name is Yan Zhuoqing." This name was told to him by the old beggar who picked him up, and said that when he was picked up, there was a note in his swaddle with this name written on it.Yan Zhuoqing didn't know who the old beggar was before, but he only remembered that he was blind in one eye, and the fingers of both hands were broken. He moaned and sighed all day long, and finally died of serious illness.

The man touched his head and said casually, "What a good name."

Yan Zhuoqing was taken away like this, and he later found out that this man was a ghost, the man who shrouded the entire Mobei in uneasiness and bloodshed.

People, on a whim, wanted to raise an heir.

But at that time, Yan Zhuoqing didn't know that he was thrown in the desert with nothing but a sword, facing endless trials of killing.

"When is the head?"

In the dark cave, there is a whistling wind outside. The moon in the desert is very big and bright, hanging high in the hole, no matter how violent the wind and sand are, it cannot be touched. shadow.

These are all children who were thrown into the desert like Yan Zhuoqing.They dare not light the fire, because it is equivalent to telling the hunter that the man is here and is coming to kill.

The one who spoke was a boy with a timid expression. He hugged his legs tightly, as if he was about to cry, but before he could cry, a soft object hit him on the face.

"If you have the strength to speak, it's better to think about how to eat this." A hoarse voice sounded, and the girl with a high ponytail leaned against the stone wall and said to him.

The boy sniffled and studied what she had thrown at her. It was a venomous snake, the only living thing they had found today.

However, the other children in the cave became agitated because of what he said just now. The days of chasing and killing made them tense, and the boy's words spoke their hearts, evoking faint sobs.

"Can we really survive?" someone said.

Can it survive?

Two years ago, there should be dozens of times as many people in this desert as there are now.

At the beginning, the hunters just chased them like cats teasing mice. However, as time went by, the hunters started to attack them, from hurting people at the beginning to killing wildly at the end.

"Okay." A voice from the corner broke the silence.

Yan Zhuoqing wiped the broken sword, and the repeated attempts to escape and counter-kill left him with a lingering bloody smell, but it was inexplicably reassuring, "We can all live."

He is like a needle in the sea, suppressing all the fear and anxiety spreading everywhere.

"Be full before this." The timid boy held up the poisonous snake and laughed, manipulating the dagger in his hand to deftly pick out the poisonous sac.

"Yes, yes, Xue Jingye, hurry up, we are all starving to death."

"Don't quarrel, if you quarrel again, I won't eat for you."

The atmosphere in the cave quickly became active.

"Xue Jingye is such a good cook, it's a waste not to be a chef."

"No, I don't want to be a chef, I want to be an innkeeper and collect money." Xue Jingye was crushed by the person on his back and almost fell onto the girl beside him.

"Then I will be a county lord from now on. With me covering you, your shop can be as big as you want."

"How can the magistrate of the county have the prestige of a general? Who will dare to bully you when I become a general?"

"Come one to beat one, come to a couple to beat a couple, come to a group to beat a group."

Taking advantage of their heated discussion, Xue Jingye broke free and moved to a corner.

He glanced at the girl sitting silently several times, and asked cautiously, "Fan Jianglong, what are you going to do in the future?"

"It's Pan Jianglong."

Xue Jingye blushed and apologized, but the cave was dark and no one would see his blushing.

The girl rubbed the blood-stained whip in her hand, which she took from the corpse of a hunter. The hunter poisoned her before he died. Fortunately, there was a child with good medical skills, and she survived, but her throat never broken.

"For me, I want to work hard to become stronger, to protect everyone well, and then everyone can live the life they want." She smiled at Xue Jingye, "For example, you can be the innkeeper you want to be."

Xue Jingye lowered his head and didn't dare to look at her face anymore. He turned his head to look at the person who was holding a sword and didn't know what he was thinking: "Yan Zhuoqing, what about you?"

"Me?" Yan Zhuoqing was silent for a long time, so long that Xue Jingye thought he would not answer.

"I don't know what to do either." He smiled suddenly, "Let's talk about it after killing the ghost."

His volume was not loud, but it was enough for everyone in the cave to hear clearly, and all the people around him were chattering.

"Killing ghosts?! It's too difficult."

"But... aren't ghosts ghosts? How can they be killed?"

"You are stupid, if a ghost is a ghost, can you have children?"

"But he's a ghost!"

"But since it's Yan Zhuoqing, it must be possible."

Later, Yan Zhuoqing really killed the Yin ghost with a single blow of his sword.

That man couldn't believe that he would be killed by a plaything he had trained himself to the end of his life.

However, less than [-]% of those companions who used to play and joke in the desert cave remained.

Yan Zhuoqing joked when talking about these things with Jiang Jiuwan: "I was arrested by a strange man when I was young, and he wanted to choose an heir. I have very good qualifications, and he fell in love with him at a glance."

"He also captured many children and left us in the desert for training. That's when I met Xue Jingye and Fan Jianglong. Sang Zhuo met when we were looking for water. Don't mention how stupid he was at that time. , and said that he would send a camel to help us carry water. Later, I killed that strange man, and we were free."

But even though he tried to be as simple as possible, Jiang Jiuwan, who was nestled in his arms, still had red eyes, and touched the long scar on his waist: "It hurts."

Yan Zhuoqing kissed his forehead reassuringly: "It's all over."

"But if you cry, Ah Wan, I will really feel sorry for you."

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