Dressed as a scumbag and survived with a vest

Yan Qing was pleasantly surprised: "Are you awake?"

The child sat up from the bed and glanced at the medicine bowl lightly.

He looked about seven or eight years old, with a big head and a small body, exquisitely carved, with a little baby fat on his face, but he was inexplicably full of coercion.

His hair is black and shiny, not waist-length like the Central Plains people, but short curly hair that just falls on his shoulders.

When he closes his eyes, he looks a lot like Xiaoxiao, but when he opens them, he looks quite different.

Xiaoxiao's eyes are clean and bright, full of childlike innocence, while the pupils of the little boy in front of him are dark and unfathomable, unable to detect any obvious emotions.

"You saved me?" The boy asked without any warmth.

Yan Qing nodded.

The complicated look on the boy's face disappeared in a flash, "I'm outside Lucheng, why did you go out of the city to save me?"

Yan Qing was surprised, and asked, "Why can't you go out of the city?"

The boy was stunned for a while before he said, "Yes, there is no rule that you cannot go out of the city."

Putting away the indifferent spikes, the innocent and dazed boy looked very much like Xiaoxiao again.

Yan Qing's heart softened, "Someone saw a corpse outside the city, we went to investigate, and met you by accident, everything is fate."

"...Fate?" The boy lowered his head and murmured, "Is destiny inviolable?"

Yan Qing didn't quite understand what he said, he felt that the boy's mind was deeper than he imagined.

The boy was seriously injured, and the most urgent thing at present is to treat his injuries.

Yan Qing picked up the deer that she had carefully prepared from the table and handed it to the boy, coaxing: "After you drink the medicine, I'll give you the deer, how about it?"

The boy raised his head and saw the deer in his hand, his pupils contracted slightly.

Yan Qing handed the little deer over, but the boy swung it away forcefully the next moment.

The deer fell to the ground, Gululu rolled a few times, innocent and pitiful.

Yan Qing was stunned.

The boy said coldly: "I don't like deer, and I don't want to drink medicine."

Yan Qing was dazed for a moment, picked up the deer from the ground and put it on the table, and walked out of the room sullenly.

call--

The wind and snow hit.

Yan Qing took a deep breath of icy air, and looked into the black and white chaotic distance.

He is not Xiaoxiao.

Yan Qing thought wistfully.

I don't know when the heavy snow started to fall again, Yan Qing calmed down outside the house for a while, and then went back inside.

Inside the house, the boy was lying on the bed, seemingly falling asleep again.

It was late at night, Yan Qing carefully moved one of the pots of fire to the round table, lay down on the table, and fell into a deep sleep in a daze.

The night was quiet, surrounded by the sound of whining wind and snow.

A gigantic phantom of a gigantic beast quietly appeared in the room, with jumping flames burning all over the phantom, and two brass-colored eyes glowing with terrifying blood.

The giant beast walked to the bed and asked in a low voice, "Master, are your internal injuries okay?"

The boy on the bed closed his eyes and remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard his words.

The giant beast observed him for a moment, then sighed, "I persuaded the master at the beginning, you just woke up from the calamity, your soul is unstable, don't use your spiritual power to kill people rashly, otherwise it will be easy to backfire..."

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, the boy opened his eyes and looked at it coldly.

The giant beast took a step back and changed his words: "Those chasers must be killed. They are insane. If they don't kill the dead Wu people!"

The boy didn't speak.

The giant beast sighed again: "Tianjie can turn back time. I have lived for tens of thousands of years and never heard of it."

The person on the bed covered his eyes with his hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's the use of going back in time, what should have happened still happened."

The giant beast was stunned, and its eyes turned involuntarily to the deer on the table.

He shares memories with his master and knows everything about his master. One of the things the master has never been able to let go of is that when his mother took him to escape from Lucheng, he hid in a farm house. The master was only eight years old at the time. Xiaolu happily went to the courtyard and shouted: "Mother, Xiaolu!"

Later, the assassin appeared soon, and the mother died in that hunt.

Every time the owner regretted why he had to go out and why he had to scream.

The giant beast also knew that its owner often had nightmares when he was a child, and the dream returned to the day when his mother was killed.

Turning back time, but returning to after the death of the mother, the master's mood can be imagined.

The giant beast walked to Yan Qing's side and asked, "Master, do you want to kill him?"

This guy, which pot does not open and which pot to lift, actually gave the deer to the master!

The flames on the giant beast suddenly rose, and it opened its teeth and claws.

The boy's voice was cold, "He saved me, I can't kill him."

"But he didn't have good intentions in saving you, and he will take away your inner alchemy and flesh and blood in the future." The giant beast said dissatisfied.

"In this life, he hasn't done those things yet."

"Sooner or later..." the giant beast said angrily.

The boy sat up slowly from the bed, his voice was cold and unquestionable, "He saved my life, I can't kill him for something that hasn't happened, understand?"

He glanced at Yan Qing, then turned his head, as if he felt dirty even if he looked at it even more.

The giant beast scratched the ground, and muttered: "The master took the danger of backlash, and specially led the pursuer outside the city to kill him, just to avoid him, but he was rescued by this man, he just couldn't avoid it." The catastrophe that fell, I bah!"

Can't avoid it?

The boy looked thoughtfully.

Yan Qing opened her eyes in a daze, and felt half of her body numb when she moved, and couldn't help but gasp.

He moved his arms slowly, his meridians became active, and his body recovered from the paralysis.

The sky was bright outside the window, and it was getting late.

Turning to look at the child, only to find that the bed was empty.

Yan Qing was stunned.

The child is gone!

The mind instantly wakes up.

Yan Qing hurried out of the room, just about to call out the child's name, when she remembered that he didn't know the child's name.

Thinking about it carefully, the child had no intention of confessing, and seemed to have planned to leave from the very beginning.

Yan Qing keenly felt that the other party didn't like her.

Yan Qing was a little disappointed.

After the disappointment passed, I couldn't help worrying, a child without a father and a mother, and his internal injuries have not healed, where can he go in a snowy day?

He didn't ask about the monk either.

Yan Qing immediately notified Jian on duty to send someone to look for it, and went out by herself in the wind and snow.

Yan Qing doesn't know how to use spiritual power, so when the wind and snow are too heavy, he will feel cold.Fortunately, the body is already extraordinary, even if it feels cold, it will not be serious.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was a violent impact in my ear.

The sound of the wind was loud and quickly covered up the impact.

Yan Qing had excellent hearing, followed the sound, bypassed a snow-covered house, and saw a small figure standing in a shallow pit in the snow behind the house.

Gray-brown clothes, bare feet in the ice and snow, familiar outfits.

"Children!" Yan Qing walked over quickly and shouted.

The child in the snow seemed to hear his voice and turned his head.

Deep astonishment appeared in the dark pupils.

"Are you okay?" Yan Qing walked quickly to his side and asked with concern.

The child stared at him strangely and asked, "Why are you here?"

Yan Qing was just about to say that I've been looking for you for a long time, when she suddenly felt something approaching quickly in the wind and snow.

Something colder than snow and stronger than wind.

Without any thought, Yan Qing quickly pulled out the saber from her waist and swung it vigorously into the white sky.

Ding--

The blade of the Zhiling Sword collided with something hard, and the huge force was transmitted to the arm. Yan Qing was so painful that he almost threw the Zhiling Sword.

"Mongrel!"

A short man appeared in the air, holding a machete.The hair is short and neat, and the pupils of the eyes are thin lines like snakes.The skin is yellowish brown, and the corner of the mouth is bleeding, as if injured.

Snake people.

Yan Qing knew it at a glance.

He spoke in the direction of the child beside Yan Qing.

The child did not speak, his eyes were deep and provocative.

The man seemed to be ruthless by his attitude, raised the scimitar again and disappeared in place, and instantly appeared in front of the child, the scimitar gleaming coldly in the wind and snow.

Yan Qing could see clearly from the side, and out of desperation, she reached out and grabbed the tip of the scimitar.

The blade pierced into the flesh, and bright red blood dripped onto the snow, dazzlingly red.

The child's eyes were stunned.

Yan Qing didn't care about the children, she held onto the blade tightly.

Maybe it was too long in the cold and the nerves were paralyzed, but Yan Qing didn't feel much pain, and his expression didn't change much because of the freezing, so that in the eyes of the other two, the swordsman in white easily picked up the sword with his bare hands, with a calm expression.

The short-haired man was shocked by this scene, retracted the knife vigilantly, and asked him, "Who are you?"

Knowing that she couldn't beat him, Yan Qing bluffed and said calmly, "I am Yan Qing, the master of the East Peak of the Lingzong of the Qing Dynasty."

The man showed astonishment, "You are Zhiling Sword Yan Qing?"

Yan Qing nodded slightly.

The man took a step back, his snake eyes full of vigilance, "Yan Zun wants to save this bastard?"

Mongrel?

Yan Qing glanced at the child beside him, he stood quietly on the spot, very much like Xiaoxiao.

Anger rose from his chest, Yan Qing frowned, "What bastard, he is mine, show some respect."

The child beside him raised his head and took a deep look at him.

"Yan Zun wants to protect him?" The man's face twisted.

The man's expression was too ferocious, Yan Qing was worried that if she answered yes, the other party would hack herself too, so she was a little hesitant.But when he lowered his head and met the cold gaze of the child, he was full of courage for some reason.

"of course."

After Yan Qing finished answering, she held Zhiling Sword tightly, ready to run away with the sword at any time.

Wind and snow whistling.

The atmosphere is on fire.

The man's expression changed, and he looked at the child bitterly for a while, "It's your fate!"

After speaking, the figure of the man disappeared from the spot.

go, go?

In the cold weather, Yan Qing's back was sweating.God knows how much he wanted to escape with Yujian just now, but luckily he managed to maintain an unfathomable posture as a statue, and finally won the bet.

"what!"

With a scream, Yan Qing raised his head. Due to the obstruction of the wind and snow, he couldn't see what happened in front of him clearly. He only saw the man suddenly fell from the sky, with a large amount of blood gushing out from under his body.

Shocked, Yan Qing walked quickly to the man's side and found a huge paw print on his back, as if he had been killed by a wild beast.

Beast?

Yan Qing looked around, but she didn't see any beasts, and she didn't see any beasts attacking the man just now.

He backed away a little scared, walked to the child and said, "Let's go."

The child didn't move and asked, "Why did you save me?"

"I don't worry about you coming out alone." Yan Qing couldn't show fear in front of the children, so she insisted, "It's too cold, let's go back quickly."

He stretched out his hand to pull the child, and the moment he stretched out his hand, he saw that his hand was covered with blood, and quickly retracted it, replacing it with another clean hand.

The child stared at his hand for a moment, his eyes moved slightly, and then nodded.

Putting her small hand into Yan Qing's palm, Yan Qing grabbed him and hurriedly walked towards the city lord's mansion with the sword.

The wind and snow were very heavy, Yan Qing hugged the child in his arms, feeling the body in his arms became stiff, he couldn't help but comfort him: "It won't fall, don't be afraid."

Perhaps the consolation worked, and the body in my arms relaxed.

"What's your name?" Yan Qing asked lowering her head, "My name is Yan Qing, what about you?"

The child whispered a few words.

"What?" Yan Qing didn't hear even if her hearing was good.

"I said..." the child's voice was indifferent, "My name is Wu Jinyun."

The Zhiling sword tilted, and the two almost fell from the sky.