Chronicles of Heaven

Nearly a hundred animal oil torches suddenly light up, illuminating a large space in front of Wu Tie.

The five escorts were fanned up, and they were also secretly guarded against each other.

Shi Fei jumped from the limestone lizard. He didn't wear armor and he shook his fat body. He smiled and walked toward the thick and strong man of the five guards.

Perhaps the natural affinity of the fat man, Shi Fei's white and tender big round face with a bright smile, and a few guardian squad whispered and did not know anything, a big-faced big man swiped his hand hard, 骂骂咧咧The band took the person back.

The other four teams also withdrew, leaving only a few seemingly savvy and thin old people and Shi Fei to communicate.

After a while, Shi Fei trembled and the fat flies back and came to the station of a team with a few people.

This is an open space of five or six hundred meters in diameter, surrounded by seven or eight large stone pillars. Several rats scouted and climbed on the stone pillar, and curiously explored half of their heads, overlooking Wu Tie and others who walked into the camp.

In the camp, hundreds of four-wheeled vehicles were rounded up, and they were strung together with strong ropes. A round of car ignited a bonfire, and some old people and women and children gathered around the campfire and whispered.

It is obvious that Wu Tie has just made a mistake and made these old people and women and children very frightened. Many people still have a hint of fear in their faces. Many people still dare not look at Wu Tie and others who walked into the car array.

However, when they saw the witches sitting on the shoulders of Wu Tie, who were beautiful and lovely, and although they were not beautiful, but the temperament was clean, like a clear spring, the fascinating chills, these old people, The face of the woman and the woman quickly recovered. Even some people were very intimate and smiled and nodded to Wu Tie and others.

A completely harmless little girl, a quiet girl who does not seem to have any threat, a young boy who is thinner and weaker than a gnome, a dead fat man who runs up and shakes the mountain, and has a white body. Mao seems to be the old mouse of the rat...

How can such a combination be dangerous?

However, Wu Tie is tall and thin, and his height is nearly two meters. He is quite deterrent in height, but in terms of stoutness, his figure is like a steel gun. He is white and thin and tall, and his deterrence is not as good. Two dwarf warriors in the team.

In the far shadow, there was a hoarse voice from the old man: "This doll has to be hungry since childhood, how to slim it like this!"

Wu Tie’s mouth twitched a bit, as if he had not heard some whispers.

"Wu Tie, this wandering troupe, they are also going to the big dragon domain. Dalong domain, in the vicinity of this, is a very big prison, more stable than the longevity of the site." Shi Fei used to Sexually patted the big belly and said with a smile: "Shun, we just drop the way."

He proudly said to Wu Tie: "The people of this 'Floating Troupe' are pretty good, and don't want my money. As long as we take part in the escort, vigilance and manual labor, they can let us follow the troupe."

Wu Tie nodded and agreed to Shi Fei’s decision.

From here to the Dalong domain, there is still a long distance, according to their normal speed, at least two or three months. Such a long journey, if it is simply a few of them, is too lonely.

More contact with people, more knowledge of some things, they are good for Wu Tie.

Although I was anxious to see Wu Jin, but since I know that Wu Jin is in Shibuya, what else is there to be anxious?

"Witch, come, let's eat barbecue." Wu Tie smiled and patted the witch, and untied a beast bag from the back of the giant tarantula, carrying the animal bag to the nearest pile of bonfire.

The members of the troupe sitting next to the campfire smiled and nodded to Wu Ting. They gave up a piece of land next to the campfire and let Wu Tie and Lao Bai sit down.

Wu Tie held the witch in his arms, and Lao Bai took out a few pieces of fresh snake meat with blood from the animal skin bag, stringed it with rattan, and grilled it by the campfire.

One looks a lot older than the old white, and the red-haired hair is mostly lost. The mice with spots everywhere are turning their heads and saying hello to Laobai: "Brother, what are you doing here?"

Laobai was very enthusiastic to return a gift to the Red Rat: "Older brother, we are going out to rely on relatives. Hey, we are a small branch of the family, now it’s messy everywhere, and it’s broken everywhere. , we... it’s easy to escape."

The red-haired rat sighed and sighed. "Yeah, there are dozens of killings everywhere. A few days ago, the longevity of the Aoki domain was crazy, and people everywhere, killing people everywhere, There are several good guys in our troupe who are missing."

Shaking his head, the red-haired rat whispered: "You can only go to the big dragon field. Hope, the big dragon field is too flat... This world is getting harder and harder to mix."

Wu Tie did not say anything, quietly listening to the communication between the old white and the red rat.

After a while, Yan Hanlu settled in the mount and walked over and sat next to Wu Tie.

Shi Fei is very skilled, and easily settled with the troupe next to the campfire. The inferior wine of a beast bag made an old dwarf take Shi Fei as his own brother. The two men screamed at the back of the shackles, and Wu Tie gradually knew the past of the troupe.

The drifting troupe has actually been inherited for more than two hundred years.

They live without a fixed place and do not have their own fixed territory. Under the leadership of the lords of the past, they walked south and north, relying on music, juggling, small drama, and other means to make a living.

The Stray Troupe, this is a very complex organization that cannot delineate their living conditions.

Some stray troupes, they have part-time roles in brothels, thieves, intelligence dealers, smuggling groups, mercenary killers and so on.

The heads of the drifting troupes are still very frustrated. They only do things that are 'reasonable and legal'. Those who are dark and violent, they generally do not mix.

This troupe is also very human. They will support the old people of the troupe and try their best to raise the children of the troupe. Therefore, their living conditions are very difficult.

In this ghost world, it is possible to let such a troupe of more than 2,000 people continue for more than two hundred years, and the floating troupe is very remarkable.

Wu Tie listened quietly and listened to every word and every sentence of the members of these troupes.

He listened to their past, listened to their lives, and listened to their current life, such as increasingly nervous food, increasingly nervous drugs, and increasingly nervous supplies.

What I did not hear was the embarrassment of the members of these troupes for the future.

They seem to never give up any hope for the future, the future is too far for them, and even they are confused about what will happen tomorrow.

The atmosphere given by the entire troupe is like a ‘live’ person.

He is just alive.

Diligent, dead and alive.

Open your mouth, drink water, eat and drink Lazar, and maintain basic survival, nothing more.

In comparison, at the time of Wujia Shibao, the gnome slaves of Wujia Shibao, sometimes they will be excited to explore the future life. Maybe one day I can eat a small piece of meat, maybe one day I can have two more dolls. Maybe one day, the witch fights and is compassionate, let everyone take a break...

In the drifting troupe, Wu Tie did not feel the hope of being as thin as a mirror.

Wu Tie took the witch and fed the roasted snake meat to her little by little.

The snake meat is full of oil, and the witch's little face and small hand are still not stained with smudges, clean, white and pink.

Another pile of bonfire, suddenly a light voice sounded: "Ha ha ha, long nights, it is rare that everyone is so happy, which, to show you a little trick."

Wu Tie looked back, a thin and tall, yellow skin, obviously a little malnourished, but the body is very gorgeous, and the style and the young people in the Cang Yan domain are incompatible with the standing.

He waved with both hands, and a group of children from the troupe stared at him.

Suddenly there was a little sparkling star between the waving hands, and then a large piece of Mars spurted out. Mars is chasing and playing between the fingers of the youth like a living creature.

Suddenly, countless Mars flashed, and a small mouse condensed by Mars appeared in the hands of the youth.

The young man chuckled softly, and the little mouse ran up his arms happily, running from his hand down his shoulder to the hand, rolling from that hand, briskly climbing to the top of his head, lit His two pale yellow hair.

"Oh!" the young man screamed, his hands madly patted the yellow hair burning on his head.

The little mouse disappeared, and the young man’s scalp was burned out of a large bald-topped cup of tea. In the smoke, the young man smiled and smiled at a group of children aged five or six.

These children smiled heartily and smiled forward and leaned forward. Obviously, the young man’s hair was burned, which was a very happy thing for them.

"Oh, I missed it for a while." The young man shook his head and sighed: "Whether you believe it or not, my nickname is the King of the Medal, I am a very powerful ancient mage..."

"A mage who can't get out of a fireball. Demon brother, you are a mage who can't get out of a fireball." A thin, thinner girl who is slightly better than a skinny bone is pointing at the young man.

The young man smiled and ‘嘿嘿’ smiled and sat back on the ground.

Although hey, but he is still very proud of his head, a loud excuse: "Who said that the ancient Master must smash the fireball? Others can't do it? For example, lightning, ice wind, wind knife... ..."

A group of children and young people laughed and became a group.

The scent of barbecue on the side of Wu Tie floated over, and several children couldn’t help but glance at it.

But they quickly turned their heads and tried to control themselves not to look at them.

Wu Tie looked at these children, silent for a while, he suddenly remembered the hungry mossy gnome little guys of the Wujia Shibao.

He was holding a witch and staring at the huge animal bag with at least two hundred pounds of rock and meat. He walked slowly to the young man and gently placed the animal bag on his side.

"The juggling is very exciting. Mr. Guru. Watching the juggling performance is to pay. This is a matter of course." Wu Tie whispered: "This is the fee I should pay."

The young man stayed in his sleep, and his light blue scorpion clearly flashed an incredible sigh.

He looked at Wu Tie, and then looked at the huge animal skin bag, his lips moved, and a very bright smile burst into silence: "Thank you."

He looked at the witch and whispered: "This is yours..."

"Hey!" The witch clasped the neck of Wu Tie with both hands.

The young man looked at the tender face of Wu Tie. He smiled and said: "Your daughter? She also needs enough food."

"It is not difficult for us to hunt for food." Wu Tie patted the shoulders of the youth and quietly returned to the campfire.

The youth was silent for a while, then laughed.

He stood up and straightened his right hand, and his elegant right hand slammed to the left side of his body, deeply screaming and paying tribute to Wu Tie.

Wu Tie's pupil is slightly congested. Well, in the knowledge of the old iron heritage, this is the court etiquette of some nobles in ancient times.

I did not expect that there are still such ancient traditions to preserve.

This young man, his origin is very interesting.

Wu Tie raised his right hand and gently touched his left chest.

A piece of barbecue roasted by the campfire, and the flesh fluttered in the camp. The children around the demon king took a small bunch of barbecue and carefully rubbed their teeth with a little bit of teeth. Eat it.

More roast meat was given to the old people and children in the troupe by the demon king.

More than two hundred kilograms of snake meat, each person can only be divided into a small piece, but everyone has a share.

Wu Tie quietly looked at this scene in front of him, this floating troupe gave him the feeling, not bad.

There are no imaginary days in the martyrdom, but each person has formed a strict biological clock. When the time when the imaginary day should be lighted, everyone will come from sleep and begin to organize the clothes.

A woman in a loose robe with a gray veil was surrounded by several guards and walked slowly to Wu Tie.

"Mr. Wu Tie, you are a respectable guest. I hope that you can have a pleasant trip in our drifting troupe." The woman's voice is soft and meticulous, she whispered: "You and your companion can Walking in the middle of the team, it is the safest and most comfortable location."

Wu Tie pays tribute to the woman.

The team rushed forward, and after a few rates scolded a few pieces of roasted mushrooms, they spread their legs and ran to the front of the team to perform their duties.

The team slowly went on the road. The only five teams that rested in this grotto last night, only one went to the Aoki area, and the other four teams all rushed to the Big Dragon.

The four teams set off at intervals of half a quarter of an hour, with a few miles apart, and they did not interfere with each other.

Witch iron sat on the back of the giant tarantula, silently pulled out a few lava grasses into a group, and swallowed it.