Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

Zengjun was waiting at the exit until the last car came out with Feiyu and Zhao Yi.

Zengjun rode a horse to follow Zhao Yi and Feiyu. After all, he had already made an agreement with their leader the other day, so there was no need for him to do anything else.

Zhao Yi also talked to Zeng Jun, "According to this terrain, there should be bandits or something. I was very nervous before I passed by."

Zeng Jun also agreed, "Yeah, I also thought there would be some tough battles here, but I didn't expect it to be so easy. Maybe they are still sleeping today and don't even know that the God of Wealth passed by."

Fei Yu also came over and said, "After passing this place, the rest of the road will be almost certain to be safe."

The three of them chatted normally and followed the end of the team.

Near noon, we arrived at the town that I didn’t have a good impression of yesterday.

Zengjun sensed the house in front of him and found that there were indeed many people with weapons hiding in the house waiting to rob something to sustain their lives.

Zengjun just felt it was a pity. Neither starving to death nor dying in resistance against the regular army was good, but they had no choice. If living was a crime, then everyone should be guilty of a heinous crime.

However, Songjun felt a little comforted when he thought that he didn't have to kill anyone for this. What did anyone's life or death have to do with him? He was just a witness to the story.

Zengjun continued to follow the team on horseback.

When we arrived at the center of the town, we heard frequent noises all around us, and the location of each noise represented the location of the enemy.

Zhao Yi, Fei Yu and others were also preparing to fight and leave this disadvantageous place.

As the last car, it will undoubtedly be one of the most seriously injured, representing either their failure or their success.

Hungry people began to pour out from all directions, holding sticks and other weapons. Only a few people had iron weapons, and they were probably the strongest people among them.

Crowds of people rushed in from all directions, and the carriage was moving slowly forward. Zengjun, who was at the end, watched the bloody corpses all over the ground, and the tires were all bloody.

Zeng Jun looked at the corpses of people who were almost starving to death all over the ground, as well as the troops who were still fighting, and he hadn't even drawn the sword in his hand.

There were also quite a few people near Zengjun. Fei Yu, Zhao Yi and others who were near Zengjun were also killing those they thought were enemies.

It can be said that in the entire team, Zengjun was the only one who was riding a horse, and Zengjun's sword was still not stained with blood. Yes, Zengjun didn't want to kill innocent people, and he couldn't do it. He couldn't do it. The invisible rules were gently telling Zengjun, "Do you remember what you promised your mother not to kill innocent people?"

After angrily killing Lei Suo last time, Zeng Jun felt condemned in his heart and a fantasy appeared in his mind. In the fantasy, he was riding on a horse, and a voice asked him, "How could you break your promise to your mother?" "But he shouldn't have slandered his sister," Zeng Jun retorted, but the low voice made him seem to have no confidence at all.

Yes, people who are willing to make mistakes even though they know they will be wrong, hold on to a strange bottom line in their hearts. Sometimes it is very high, and sometimes it becomes very low for certain people. They point at your nose and scold you, and you are unwilling to talk back. You are not even willing to use the strength to open your mouth to refute. But even so, they will still chatter on.

Zengjun followed the slowly advancing team.

Continue to look at the blood and flesh on the ground, and the time that advances relentlessly.

There were already many dead people around them, but they still kept sprinting forward without giving up.

Zengjun looked at a little boy in the crowd, who was also making a meaningless charge like everyone else. Poor boy, he didn't even know what death was, but compared to starving, it seemed he had no choice.

Zengjun looked into his eyes, which were full of the light reflecting the carts of food. He took small steps, holding a non-lethal stick, and said, "That child..."

Zhao asked as he killed and retreated.

Fei Yu asked the same question as Zhao Yi.

The child was about to rush over. Zeng Jun turned his head to look at him and continued to look at the team advancing in front. "Nothing," these three cold words came out of his mouth. Zeng Jun held the sword they believed to be the magic sword in his left hand and held it tightly. There was no choice but to make a choice. Perhaps this was fair to the child.

The divine power also fed back the information that the little boy had been stabbed to death. It was Zhao Yi who killed him. Zeng Jun was walking on the piercingly cold road. This bright red road was actually emitting a chill. Was it an illusion?

Not long after, the last car of Zengjun's team also left the town safely. Zengjun looked at the people behind him who were still reluctant to leave and said, "Give it to them, the last car."

"What?" Fei Yu and Zhao Yi expressed their curiosity. After all, it was not easy to transport the grain out.

Zengjun looked at the people chasing behind and said, "Give the last car to them, it's mine."

“But…” Fei Yu hesitated to speak. This was the first time he heard someone giving alms to an opponent.

Zhao Yi also leaned over and asked, "Is this an order or a hope?"

"Order"

"Okay, as you say." Zhao Yi ran to the front of the last car and prepared to untie the rope pulling the horse-drawn cart.

"What are you doing?" asked one of the others who were near the horse.

"Our superiors ordered us to abandon the last car," Zhao said as he untied the car.

The man said no more.

Soon after, the car was also untied and stopped on the road.

Zengjun and Feiyu also walked behind this car.

Zengjun didn't look back. The divine power told him that they stopped at the place where the last car landed.

Fei Yu looked at the ten bags of grain going away reluctantly, as he couldn't afford to pay for them.

Zhao Yi said nothing, he simply got on the horse and followed Zeng Jun. He believed in Zeng Jun, and he also couldn't bear to kill those people. He recalled in his mind that when he killed the child, the child's hand was not reaching for him, but for the food on the cart.

As they got further away, the news of the loss of the last vehicle reached their leader's ears.

Their leader rode his horse to Zengjun and stopped. "What's going on? Such a weak enemy, not to mention you, I don't believe they were lost because they couldn't defeat them. Please give me a reason."

Zengjun also stopped his horse, Zhao Yi also stopped beside him, and Feiyu stood by and waited.

Zengjun responded, "No reason"

He looked at the sword in Zengjun's hand and asked, "Are you worthy of that sword?" Then he turned around and prepared to go back on his way.

"Wait a minute," Zengjun called out to him, then put his right hand into the sleeve of his left hand.

"What's wrong? What are you trying to argue about?" He turned around and asked impatiently.

Zengjun took out eleven more notes from the ring and put them in his right hand, then took out his right hand and handed the money to him, "This is the last money I have, can you buy the ten bags that were lost?"