Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

Songjun was eating the hot noodles, but in his heart he was making a decision about a cold question, "How should I choose? Who should I sacrifice? Should he sacrifice?"

He hadn't figured it out or made up his mind until he finished eating.

Zhao Yi also noticed that he was absent-minded. "I know what you are thinking, but Brother Zeng, we have to sacrifice the small to protect the big. Once the defense in the desert is lost, the people here will lose their lives."

Zeng Jun was touched, because after his analysis, he felt that what Zhao Yi said was very right, even not wrong, but the people inside would not understand, and did not care whether they lost or not. For those who were not even sure of their next meal, the only difference was when they died.

Zengjun looked at the group of people in official uniforms who had already finished their meal and left. Someone had made the choice for them and they were just executors. They didn't ask the reason and didn't need to know the reason.

"Waiter" Zengjun stood up and shouted.

Then the waiter came over and asked, "Sir, what's the matter?"

Zengjun took out a hundred yuan from his left sleeve and handed it to the waiter, "Our food expenses."

The waiter took the 100 gold and said, "Master, I still need 31 gold."

After hearing this, Zeng Jun was stunned for a moment, then laughed "Ha~", and then walked out like the other officials.

Zhao Yi and another person followed behind him.

Zhao Yi also understood that it was only the three of us who had to pay, and Zeng Ge was the only one who didn't want to dine and run, but that man didn't seem to understand.

Zeng Jun came out, and a group of people came over, also wearing official uniforms. I guess they came to exchange for food, after all, someone had to protect the carriages and weapons.

Someone inside came over and asked the person behind Zengjun, "Brother Fei, was the meal you just had in the inn delicious?" He then pointed to the inn that Zengjun had just come out of.

Fei Yu nodded, "It's pretty good, and the person in front has already paid." He looked at Zeng Jun and said, "Eat it with confidence."

"That's good." Then a lot of people went in again.

You can feel the mood of the waiter and the kitchen staff without even watching.

Zeng Jun walked back to the place where they had dispersed with an expressionless face. To Zeng Jun, the waiter deserved it.

For Fei Yu, helping friends vent their anger is a matter of course.

Zhao Yi also felt that it was natural, but he didn't feel guilty about eating for free.

The pots in the kitchen were about to break.

As for the waiter, he taught his boss a lesson today. In his invisible trouser pocket, there was a hundred-gold bill tied.

Returning to the original place, none of them were given horses as a gift by the emperor.

After a while he came back with three weapons, two spears and a sword.

He stopped his horse in front of Zhao Yi and asked me to do the same.

Then he threw a spear to Zhao Yi. Zeng Jun thought he also had a spear. After all, the amount of iron indirectly indicated the person's status in the team.

However, Fei Yu knelt on one knee, lowered his head and handed the sword to Zongjun with both hands.

Zengjun looked at the spear next to him and said, "You gave it to the wrong person." Then he pointed at the spear and said, "That should belong to me."

"No, this is the order of the adults," he explained without lowering his head.

Zeng Jun also picked up the sword and was too lazy to waste any more words.

Fei Yu picked up his spear and stood up, going to protect the carriage and weapons not far in front of Zeng Jun, together with others.

Zengjun was sitting on the ground, and his sword was casually placed on the ground nearby.

Zhao Yi didn't ask why he didn't go over. If something really happened, Zeng Ge would definitely be able to rush over.

Zengjun found a clean big rock nearby and sat down, waiting for them to finish eating before continuing on their journey.

After a while, they all finished eating and came back.

Zengjun picked up the sword of responsibility and continued his journey.

Following behind the team, it is the people walking together, only the scenery is changing.

Zengjun sat in the carriage to enjoy the scenery, which was one of the rights he could enjoy. The dirty clothes still could not hide his handsome appearance. Perhaps this is what outsiders say: appearance reflects the heart.

Sitting in the bumpy carriage, savoring the beautiful past, this moment belongs to him. At this moment, he doesn't need to do anything for anyone, he just needs to lie on it, just simply lie on it.

Zengjun looked at the sky. It turned out that the sky was so vast and beautiful. Does this spacious sky have an end? He sighed in his heart, "It seems that there are still many, many places waiting for me to explore."

Continuing to analyze, "Thinking back to the last three years in the prison, who were those people? I clearly had never seen them, but their faces gradually blurred so much that I can't remember their full appearance now. I only remember that they had a daughter who seemed to be welcoming me?"

This left Zengjun completely puzzled. After all... why would there be strangers in his memory? Considering that I am not from heaven, could they be my family?

Zeng Jun felt a little annoyed. It was very torturous to ask questions that you didn't understand, especially when you really wanted to know the answer. You couldn't wait to witness the real answer at this moment.

Zengjun picked up the sword lying on the side, placed it in front of him, and slowly pulled it away, as he wanted to see what would be his birthday present soon.

For convenience, Zengjun sat up and leaned against the inner wall of the carriage, turning over the scabbard of the sword. It was ordinary, but also reasonable. After all, it was one of the best weapons in the era of iron shortage, and even the scabbard was made entirely of iron.

Zengjun turned his head and looked at the weapons of others. They were all wooden sticks with an iron stick in the front to increase the lethality. They were exactly the same as the weapons he had in the desert. They were all ordinary weapons. Uh, but they were also quite comfortable to throw. After all, an inch longer is an inch stronger.

Zeng Jun looked back and continued to witness the gift. To him, it was just his gift, a gift that he was not even sure would be taken away afterwards.

Zengjun held the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt with his right hand. He slowly pulled it out, and the appearance of the sword gradually became apparent, with a pattern of a tail appearing. "Huh?" Then it was slowly pulled out, and a familiar animal pattern appeared in front of Zengjun.

Zengjun looked at the animal carved on the sword and thought to himself, "Isn't this the animal I saw when I was picking apples?"

After hearing Zengjun's sigh, Zhao Yi also rushed over.

Zhao Yi came behind Zeng Jun, looked at the sword, and then saw the tiger pattern on the sword, "This is a tiger pattern."

"Tiger? What is that and what does it represent?" Zengjun asked curiously. He had seen one before, but it didn't know how to introduce itself.

Zhao Yi also began to explain with Zeng Jun, "The tiger is an animal and one of the great beasts we worship. Legend has it that it is difficult for anyone who sees a tiger to survive. The first record of it was of someone who survived its capture. I remember that when he came back to describe it, his body was twitching."