Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan woke up in the middle of the night and heard the child next to him crying, sobbing softly. He frowned and looked at the child with his eyes closed—as if he was having a nightmare.

Qing Huan stretched out her hand, and when she was about to touch the child's head, she retracted it - he didn't like this feeling.

Getting up from the bed, Qing Huan got out of bed and opened the window of the balcony, went out, and just as she closed the door, she heard a voice——

"Can't sleep?"

Qing Huan turned around, and Long Zhao unexpectedly appeared behind him.He took a step back, leaning his back against the door—

"You didn't sleep either."

"My sleep time is different from that of human beings." Long Zhao glanced at the room behind Qing Huan: "Why, did that kid prevent you from sleeping?"

Qing Huan looked at him: "He had nightmares and cried."

"It's really useless." Long Zhao said.

Qing Huan frowned, walked past him to the railing, and looked at the lake not far away thoughtfully.

Long Zhao approached him: "What are you thinking?"

Qing Huan turned to look at him: "When can I recover my physical body?"

"No rush." ​​Long Zhao replied.

Qing Huan rolled her eyes: "Then let me go."

Long Zhao smiled, "Where do you want to go?"

"It's not here anyway."

Long Zhao held his hand: "Wherever I am, you can only stay there."

"..." Qing Huan waved his hand away: "I told you before, I don't like people touching me."

Long Zhao stared at him, then smiled: "This temper has not changed."

"..."

Long Zhao paused, and then said: "Don't worry, I will definitely let you restore your physical body. Your original soul is scattered, and each soul is incomplete. It takes five years to recover. Now you have woken up. , presumably other souls will also appear."

"So all the souls must be gathered together to restore the body?"

"Yes."

Qing Huan lowered his head and thought - so the scene he saw before waking up at that time was not a dream, but real... He saw a person who looked the same as himself, and then saved him, and there was another person... …

"what happened?"

Qing Huan raised her head and said to Long Zhao, "I'm going back to sleep."

"OK, good night."

Qing Huan returned to the room. At this time, Jiu Jiu had already woken up. He stared at Qing Huan pitifully with his dark eyes open.

Qing Huan lay down beside him, and said to him lightly: "Sleep."

Jiujiu immediately closed his eyes, his eyes were tightly closed, and his nerves were tense just by looking at it.

The moment Qing Huan turned off the light, she thought to herself: This child is not like her at all... said to be her own child... But is there any imagination between him and Long Zhao?That guy Long Zhao is very deep, but this kid is timid and cowardly, his thoughts are all written on his face... No wonder Long Zhao said he was useless... Long Zhao put this kid by his side, could it be Are you really so relieved? ...

Forget it, right now, the most important thing is to find a way to find my other souls, and then fit them together to restore my physical body... I don't know what happened to the soul I saw before...

And in another part of the city—

"Going abroad?" Qing Huan lay on the bed like a puppy, staring excitedly at Chen Ziran who was packing his clothes.

"Yes." Chen Ziran replied.

"Where is that going?"

"Go to...London, the capital of England."

"London...England..." Qing Huan doesn't have these concepts yet: "Is it fun there?"

"Forget it...it's fun...cough cough..."

"Then..." Qing Huan said enthusiastically, "Do all foreigners look like that French cook?"

"How can everyone be the same? Cough cough... They also have their own characteristics, but the hair color and eye color are not necessarily the same."

"Oh..." Qing Huan turned over and lay on the bed: "Chen Ziran, what are we going to do in England? Do you want to work?"

"No," Chen Ziran stopped his hands, "It's for you."

"Me?" Qing Huan almost jumped up from the bed: "What's wrong with me?"

"I went to London to find someone."

"who?"

"Finding this person, maybe...can bring you back to life."

"……who?"

"In short... Chen Ziran's eyes were deep: "This person, ahem... will definitely not harm you. "

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A country without borders, a place where there is no going but no coming, no heart and no way back, a illusory country outside the three realms.It also has a name called "Wandering Country". You keep going forward, but you don't want to stop, because the places you pass may be either sandstorms or heavy snowstorms. The weather is so bad that you can only Keep going forward, but never come to the end.And the most frightening thing is - loneliness.One year, two years, 100 years, 200 years, 1000 years...even longer, wandering alone, your heart may also turn into a cold stone.Here, don't talk about the future, you may even lose yourself.

Sometimes, even if you meet another homeless person, they are strangers to each other, just a passing relationship.Most of the people in the borderless country are sinners, exiled here, or there is no place for the outside world.Therefore, there are many wicked people here, and where there are wicked people, there will be crimes.Once you encounter it, you will be unlucky.

For example, he is now.

Being chased by two evil spirits, he ran wildly in the yellow sand all over the sky. Of course, he had no grievances with those two evil spirits, but he accidentally met them on the road. At that time, the two of them were biting each other, and then they saw him. He became the target of being hunted down by the common question...

To be honest, I am a little wronged.But this is not the first time he has encountered this kind of situation. Obviously, it is very difficult to meet other homeless people in the country without borders, but he has encountered it three times. The first time he was swept away by a surprise tornado and escaped. Jie, the second time he was rescued by a kind couple, and the third time... this time.

He can't be so lucky every time.

When the claw of the evil ghost grabbed his arm, he felt his arm hurt like being burned by a fire—he tried to shake off the claw, but another evil ghost rushed up at this moment and grabbed it His hair--one evil spirit is difficult to deal with with his abilities, let alone two.He was suppressed under him, one evil spirit bit his neck, and the other evil spirit bit his arm...

Is it really going to be swallowed alive by two evil spirits today...

He looked at the yellow sand all over the sky, full of despair.

"Ow--ooh--"

There was a sudden loud roar, as if threatening.

He turned his head to look, and saw a huge snow-white figure appeared out of nowhere in the yellow sand—that mighty body, that strong limbs, that blood-red eyes and sharp teeth, it seemed that he could kill him in the next moment. Prey shredded.

It's over... Two evil ghosts don't count... Another monster that is not simple at first glance...

He closed his eyes and waited for his own death—however, he felt light on his body, and then heard the scream of the evil spirit—the sound made his skin crawl.

His thick eyelashes trembled, and he finally couldn't help opening his eyes, and then facing his big head, the snow-white hair stuck to his face, those eyes were no longer the blood red just now, but showed a deep look. Blue, corresponding to the blue mark on the forehead...

He saw the monster's tongue sticking out, and immediately closed his eyes——

"Ah - don't eat me -"

Huh?Why did he seem to hear laughter...

And why is that laughter so human-like...

He didn't wait for the pain he imagined, and he opened his eyes again out of curiosity, but what he saw this time...has become a person.

It was a man, dressed in white, kneeling beside him with one foot, looking down at himself—could this be the human form of the monster just now? ...but his appearance...is not that scary, on the contrary...a bit...beautiful...