Douluo 2: I dressed up as Huo Yuhao’s biological sister

"The beautiful dream of Guantong Village lasted only one year."

Orange stretched out his hand with a calm expression, and traced the familiar faces in his old memories on the ground with his fingertips. Then, as if in anger, he pounded the ground into a puddle of mud. The dancing flames seemed to roll up a sense of emptiness, and suddenly brought everyone into the memories with a touch of coldness and sarcasm.

"Woo——"

A year is really too short, so short that all the people in Guantong Village, including the half-grown children, were awakened the moment the bugle sounded.

Is the war about to start again?

Juzi opened her eyes, her bright pupils were particularly dazzling in the dark night. Suddenly, her ears twitched, and she almost subconsciously turned over and got out of bed, crouching to the door. "Squeak--", the slightly shaking door made a few dry and noises.

At one glance, her eyes were completely filled with horror.

Keke got up in a daze. When she opened her eyes, she saw Juzi hunched over with a vigilant look on his face. She rubbed her eyes and was about to shout out in a daze: "Juzi..."

But the next moment, Keke's mouth was instantly covered by a pair of slightly cold little hands.

Ok?

Keke tilted her head in confusion, with tears of sleepiness still hanging in the corners of her eyes. Xiaojuzi made a serious gesture to Keke to keep quiet, but the hand that was covering Keke's mouth was still shaking uncontrollably.

"Orange, Keke..."

A faint, illusory voice suddenly came from a wooden wall connected to the side of the house. Little Orange was frightened and shivered violently. He accidentally used a little too much force to cover Ke Ke's hand, and both children burst into tears at the same time.

One had his hand broken.

One was almost suffocated.

The person who had been waiting for no response carefully pushed away the barrier made of peeled rice husks that usually blocked the wall. He saw two children turning their heads with tears in their eyes. He was anxious. Then, two thin figures suddenly rushed out, one by one, and picked up Orange and Keke like a relay.

Perhaps the villagers of Guantong Village are all survivors of Tongguan who have suffered the hardships of war, so even after settling down, they do not forget the importance of having three burrows.

Especially the children who depended on each other while the adults were at war, were particularly reluctant to be separated from their friends, so their houses were built a little differently from those in normal villages.

There are only two rooms for children.

There is one room for boys and one room for girls.

And under the girl's bed, there was a secret passage that they had dug for a year.

The place they were leading to was actually a bunker that they had dug everywhere in order to survive, but it gradually became desolate and dilapidated after almost everyone in it died.

The oldest child in the lead glanced outside, with a resolute expression on his face. He turned around resolutely, took the lead, picked up a long piece of cloth, wrapped Ke Ke around, and then put it on his body and tied a knot. The rest of the children followed suit, but not many of them could learn.

After all, there were only seven children present.

The youngest is three years old.

Keke comes second.

The rest are about the same age as Xiaojuzi.

The little guys went down the road in an orderly manner, and it was obvious that they had done many rehearsals for this kind of crisis in their daily lives.

Life, death, escape.

It has long been a common occurrence in their lives.

But after seeing the desolation after the light, it makes people feel particularly unwilling.

Wars, refugees, and mixed crowds moved south.

Enter the sun and moon.

Stealing, robbing, begging, and even doing physical work.

The team of seven children also began to dwindle in numbers.

Some were beaten to death after being caught stealing.

Some were beaten to death because they took up the beggars' share of begging.

Some people even died from exhaustion from doing physical labor.

It seemed like God was playing a huge joke on these already miserable children. They didn't even have the ability to properly bury their companions' bodies and could only hastily burn them.

"At least I'm free." said seven-year-old Orange.

After that, the small team of only four people was ultimately unable to hold on.

Especially the sudden collapse of the boss became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Everyone was sick.

Only Orange was trying hard to maintain consciousness while not falling into a coma.

I went from one pharmacy to another to ask for help.

Kneel down in each mansion.

He was drowsy and kowtowed to everyone he saw.

Like a madman, I prayed that there would be a kind-hearted person willing to lend a hand and save others.

But what Orange didn't know was that most people avoided "crazy people" for fear of being infected with bad luck, let alone a homeless beggar like her who was covered in dust, dirt, and rags.

Fortunately, she really met an "angel".

Wind and His Majesty.

The continent-renowned Healing Title Douluo Feng He, and also the newly promoted Queen Mother Feng He of the Sun-Moon Empire.

She was kicked away by someone who felt offended. Her disheveled and offended body scraped along the ground, knocking away several pairs of feet that were unable to dodge. Just when she thought she was going to die and even finally sighed that she could finally relax, she was gently caught by a pair of warm hands.

A warm current instantly washed away all her discomfort.

"Are you OK?"

Little Orange suddenly woke up, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and completely forgot about the dirt on his hands. He grabbed the hem of Fenghe's clothes. When he met the gentle and concerned gaze of the "angel", he finally reacted, and suddenly retracted his hands and hid them behind his back, but the first thing he opened his mouth was to pray.

"Can you save my family? They are dying! Please! As long as you can save them, I am willing to work like a cow or a horse to repay you!"

"You don't have to work like a slave." Feng He noticed that the little guy's eyes dimmed because of his words, and he smiled and shook his head. He leaned over, not minding the long-standing stench on the child, hugged Xiaojuzi, and then stood up and asked, "Where is your family?"

"In the ruined temple outside the city!"

......

"The rest of the story is very simple. Thanks to Feng and His Majesty, Sister Juzi, my two brothers and I were all saved. Later, under the arrangement of Feng and His Majesty, we obtained civilian status in the Sun-Moon Empire, and then entered a junior college to work and study part-time. Then, a few years ago, I was admitted to the Sun-Moon Imperial Soul Instructor College."

Ke Ke explained.

“Feng and His Majesty?” Huo Yunche murmured. For some reason, she suddenly thought of her second senior brother and Cai Tou. She sealed up this doubt for a short time and suddenly asked, “So what did you see through the crack in the door on the night of the escape, Sister Juzi?”

Orange took a deep look at Huo Yunche for the first time.

"A massacre."

"That Xing Luo general, and a woman with black hair and black eyes."

"No, now we should call them——"

"The Duke and Duchess of White Tiger."