present to the lord

This is a battlefield, corpses, blood, vultures, weapons, silent dead silence...

There still seemed to be cries of grief and exhaustion in the air, and the sound of the iron spear piercing into the body was so vivid.At this time, there were already corpses here.

In the wind, a petal of a crabapple flower flew away with the breeze, and finally landed in the bloody mud puddle.

The child with blue eyes stood shiveringly in the dry and hard winter wind, with his small arms folded on his chest, his neck curled up, and then he sneezed.

Fan Haoran wiped the frozen snot with the back of his hand, and rubbed it on the dead tree.He was wearing clothes that could no longer be seen in color, strand by strand, very shabby, but at least it could maintain his already moderate body temperature.

"Where is this?" He muttered, his white and tender feet were bare, and he stepped on the ground slightly.He walked forward slowly, recalling, "Didn't I die? I remember just after the first seven days, why did I come here?"

He stepped over the corpses indifferently, searching for resources by the way.He took off the clothes from the dead man expressionlessly and wrapped them around himself. He even found two steamed buns.Crouching down next to the dead body, he took one of them into his arms, and when he stood up, he began to eat the other.

The steamed buns are cold and hard, like stones, but there is nothing to pick and choose at this time, even these two steamed buns like stones can't last long, and he has even started to decide whether to buy from these dead people The body was cut.

Slowly lick the steamed buns wet with your tongue, and eat bit by bit.He walked around the tree where a child was hanging, took two steps, and stopped suddenly.He tilted his head and stepped back.He reached out to take off the leather boots of the child who had been hanged, but after taking off the two shoes, he suddenly backed away.

Not dead, the child is not dead.

Watching the child hanging here vigilantly, he began to step back step by step as he heard the sounds around him.

As if aware of the failure of his plan, the child hanging from above jumped down and broke the branch below. His voice was cheerful, crisp, and very clever: "You little thief is quite smart. I heard that There's a thief stealing from me here, and it's you. Come here and give me back my boots."

Fan Haoran touched the leather boots, the quality was very good. He squinted at a large number of children in front of him. He was wearing a black thick soft leather armor and an iron eagle helmet with emeralds on his head. He seemed to be from a wealthy family. Very unusual.

"You still want to return the things in my hands, are you dreaming?" He smiled and said, his green eyes narrowed, never thinking that in front of him was a ten-year-old child with a leisurely posture, but began to think about what to do next. It would be good to take off the clothes on his body as well, "If you have the ability, come and grab it."

The child helped the helmet on his head, the emerald flickered, Fan Haoran stared at the emerald and laughed, and said again: "Come and grab it."

"Little thief, I can't spare you!" The child was obviously used to bossing others around, and he immediately rushed forward when he was provoked.

He tied the boy's hands and feet with the rope on the child's body in two or three times, Fan Haoran shamelessly squatted in front of him and patted the child's face, and taught: "Silly, rushing forward before you are sure of other people's skills, you People are destined to be cannon fodder, you know?"

As he said that, he took off all the clothes and socks that could be stripped off his body, took off his own body, and changed into a suit that fit him. He didn't think it was dirty, after all, there were many strange things that happened on missions in the past.

Seeing the child shivering from the cold, he expressed his kindness: "It's cold, just take it as a lesson. Don't bear any grudges against me, come here, even though it's dirty, you should wear it anyway so you won't freeze to death." As he talked about the dirty clothes he took off just now, he put them on the grinning child who wanted to bite him, and said, "You look rich, isn't it just a suit of clothes? As for Are you going to bite someone?"

When the child heard this, he rolled his eyes and said, "Little thief, my father is a general. Seeing you like this, why don't you make me a slave and I'll feed you. How about it?" His voice always carried the joy of a child , nothing seems to bother you.

"A slave?" He squinted his green eyes, reached out and patted the child's face, like a bully molesting a good girl, "Boy, you don't understand. Let me be a slave, believe it or not, I sold it You, let me taste what it's like to be a slave."

The kid missed the point, and said with a smile: "Why don't you be my slave? My father is a general, and he is omnipotent on the battlefield. Northern Xinjiang is all my father's territory. You poor people who don't have enough to eat and don't wear warm clothes No matter how many people can be my slaves, I can't ask for it!" He said it as if Fan Haoran took advantage of it.

Fan Haoran ignored him, stood up and patted on the newly changed clothes, let out a sigh of relief, squinted his eyes to identify the next direction, and replied casually: "Food is precious, life is more expensive, if it is for freedom , everything can be thrown away. Do you understand? Brat."

"What do you mean?" He tilted his head, looked at the boy about his age who was untying the rope for him in puzzlement, and asked again, "You are not tying me anymore? Are you afraid that I will bring someone to arrest you? Are you going to where to?"

"Don't follow me. Where am I going? If you ask me, who should I ask?" He continued to bite the dry steamed bun as he walked south.

Even though Fan Haoran had shown his impatience, the child still followed closely, seeming to be interested: "Why don't you stay here? Why don't you follow me, and I won't let you be my slave."

Fan Haoran was not interested in this, he was so entangled that he had no choice but to stop: "Do you have any other friends, go and play with them."

Fan Haoran's people are not as upright as his name, he seldom thinks about others.It can be said that he is quite an ego person, this ego is not only because of his mind, but also because he does not like to be restrained.Besides, he lived to be 27 years old in his previous life, and he always felt a sense of epiphany after his death. Of course, even so, he still insisted on implementing the life creed of his previous life.

——How cool it is.

He can be as elegant as a noble from the ancient century, or as brutal as a madman.But now, he didn't have the slightest thought of coaxing a child.

Children are unscrupulous and cruel demons.

He doesn't like children.It can even be said to be annoying.

"I don't need friends, they should all kneel on the ground to make fun of me." As he spoke, his smile brightened again, and he moved his hands as if making some kind of gesture, "I won't let you be my slave, can you keep up with me?" Come with me, I can support you, provide you with food and clothing, all you need to do is play with me."

He spoke very directly, without any adult tact or embellishment, and there was a dominating cruelty in his spoken words.

"Have you always been so naive?" Fan Haoran touched his chin to look at him, and clicked his tongue, "Be careful of being deceived, boy."

"Cheated?" He suddenly showed an angry expression, "Who would lie to me." Then he pouted disapprovingly, and became happy again, "No one will lie to me."

He was surrounded by the general's father since he was a child, no one had dared to deceive him, and he believed that no one would deceive him again in this life.

"There is blood on your left cheek." Fan Haoran suddenly looked at the boy's left cheek, and pointed with his finger.

"Where?" He was puzzled and wiped his face seriously.

"I lied to you." He said blankly.

The kid didn't seem to react: "You lied to me?"

"Ah, I lied to you." He said calmly, "Look, I will lie to you. And everyone except me may lie to you. What are you going to do?"

The child seemed to be unable to digest this information at all. He clearly had a clever face, but now he was stuck. He opened and closed his mouth and repeated it several times. He couldn't understand why.He also touched his left face with one hand, he didn't understand: "Why did you lie to me that there was blood on my face?"

"The point is not whether there is blood on your face." Fan Haoran shook his head, this kid is really a bit out of his mind, "The point is not to trust others casually. If I were a bad person, you would have become a corpse now."

Seeing that he was still a little confused, he touched his left cheek, and said directly: "You should go back, don't follow me."

As soon as he said that, he directly left the person in place.He wasn't worried that this kid wouldn't be able to go back, he knew at a glance that he was the little overlord of this battlefield.

However, he changed a person's life without knowing where he was, which is really quite wrong.In the near future, this child will meet a little girl, and although this little girl has cheated him, he does not have the anger and care he imagined.

Fan Haoran spent a year away from the cold place in northern Xinjiang. During this period, he ate and cooked everything. When it was good, he could meet one or two families or villages. Not a single tree.Fortunately, even in the wasteland, there are some weeds. Although these things have no energy, they can fill the stomach anyway.If you meet a forest, you can still have a full meal, and the next week will be better.

Until he walked for a year and reached the first city

The author has something to say: This is a movie directed by Cheng Kaige in 2005, and I really like it.If you haven’t seen it, let me popularize it. If you have seen it, you can skip it.

The film tells the story of a poor child who is favored by the goddess of fate and becomes the most beautiful princess in the world. However, fate curses her that she will never get true love. The humble Kunlun slave loves her sincerely. right.And the process of getting true love is not so smooth. Princess Qingcheng still has to engage in an earth-shattering love wrestling between Duke Wuhuan of the North, General Guangming, and slave Kunlun.

It is said that because I am still writing another book, this one will be updated slowly...

Now the world that I travel through has not been finalized yet, so I can write it wherever I think of. Everyone knows that I never like to write outlines...

By the way, I haven't read Wuji's novels, so there must be many discrepancies.

Well ~

Don't worry about these things, everyone.