Monster, get out of my dream

A five or six-year-old child was walking unsteadily on the mountain road with a blank expression on his face. He was wearing a tattered white shirt and was stained with dried crimson blood.

"Xiao Qing, run!"

"Xiao Qing, you must live well!"

"Xiaoqing—!"

The child staggered and fell to the ground, his arm was scratched and blood flowed out, but he kept his chubby face cold as if he didn't feel it, put his hands on the ground, and tried hard to think To stand up.

The raging fire was burning, and countless black-robed men beheaded and killed the white-clothed men in the courtyard...the corpses were all over the ground, and blood flowed like rivers...

"thump!"

The child just supported his body, his arms shook, and he fell down again, making a painful sound.

"Xiao Qing, run, run as far as possible! Don't turn your head, don't stop..."

"Xiao Qing, you must escape!"

The child lay on the ground with a cold face. He had no strength left, but his mind kept circling everything he had seen and heard half a day ago...

I watched helplessly as my relatives and my clansmen were beheaded and killed, but I was helpless and could only escape under the protection of my clansmen. In the end, I was the only one left...

Demons... If I survive... I will be with you forever... The child pursed his lips, clenched his small fists, and his whole body was blowing out with cold air.

The child knew that this was not a place to rest, and he might be discovered by the Mozu soon, so he had to find a safe place quickly.

Trying to get up again, the child slowly moved forward with trembling legs, he must live...

The child didn't know how long he had walked, and he came to a ruined temple not far from the town. He was tired and hungry at the moment, and he couldn't hold it anymore, so he sat down against the red pillar of the ruined temple. Go down, hug your legs and curl yourself into a ball, close your eyes and fall asleep...

Because the child was too tired, he didn't look carefully at the ruined temple. In the ruined temple, there was a tattered straw mat and a pile of charcoal that had been burned black ...This ruined temple is obviously inhabited...

"Child! Stop! You actually stole my steamed stuffed bun again! Stop!"

A little beggar in a gray-black robe that was tattered even if he was wearing a pudding. He was so dirty that he could only see a pair of vivid black eyes. He was holding a big white, tender and fragrant bun in his left and right hands. Stuffed in the small pocket, he also held a half-eaten bun in his mouth, and ran quickly in the town at the foot of the mountain.

He muttered in his heart while running, and even rolled his eyes in time, I didn't stop, if I stopped, I should be beaten, I'm not stupid...

The little beggar ran around the town. Seeing that he had thrown off his pursuers, he took out a cold steamed bun from his tattered pocket, took a big bite, and wandered towards his home outside the town. go.

"Well, delicious, delicious." The little beggar still doesn't know that his "home" has been occupied by a sudden person...

"Boom!" After a burst of lightning and thunder, pouring rain poured down...

"Unlucky, why is it raining suddenly!" The little beggar quickened his pace and ran towards his "home".

After the little beggar ran into the ruined temple, he saw a child his own age curled up beside the red pillar.

He frowned, unexpectedly someone trespassed on his "home"!The little beggar stretched out his hand and pushed the curled up child, trying to get the child out of his territory.

"Hey! Get up, this is my place!" As soon as the little beggar pushed the child, the child changed from a sitting position to a lying position. The beggar took a closer look, and the child was wearing blood-stained clothes that could no longer see its original color. , the part of the skin exposed by the dirt-smeared face was white and tender, with redness in it, his eyes were tightly closed, and he was already unconscious.

"Could it be that he died at my house..." The little beggar frowned, and a trace of grief flashed in his nimble black eyes. He thought of how miserable he was when he was caught stealing other people's things and was beaten severely. look.

Thinking about it, the little beggar reached out and touched the child's breath, then climbed onto the child's body, put his ear against the child's chest, and listened carefully.

He took a deep breath, he was not dead yet, he seemed to have a fever, the little beggar looked up at the entrance of the ruined temple where water had begun to leak, he dragged the comatose child into the ruined temple with all his might place, and a fire was lit for warmth.

Sigh~ Can I be regarded as saving a person out of mercy?But I can't feed him even if I rescued him... If he doesn't know how to find food by himself, he will starve to death sooner or later. Li was thinking wildly.

"Hmm..." The child opened his eyes, and saw a little beggar sitting beside him looking at him calmly.

"You wake up, go away when you wake up, this is my territory." After the little beggar said something coldly, he ignored the child.

The child pursed his lips and didn't speak, and he didn't move, he just looked at the little beggar blankly.

The little beggar glanced at the child again, got up and walked out of the ruined temple. The rain had stopped long ago, the sky had dawned, and the sun had risen. It was time for him to go out for food...

Seeing the figure of the little beggar leaving, the child also got up slowly, and followed the little beggar far away with his footsteps faltering. He knew that he would not be able to live without leaving in his current state, and this little beggar must have many With the experience of living outside, only by following the little beggar can I hope to survive.

The little beggar walked very fast, and the child followed behind the little beggar staggeringly. The little beggar seemed to have not noticed the figure of the child, and walked on his own, but his steps became slower and slower...

"Boy! Steal something from my house again, watch me catch you and not beat you to death!"

Gritting his teeth to protect the cake in his arms, the little beggar ran desperately. When he ran, he saw the child who was not far behind him staring at him blankly. There was no disdain in his eyes when others saw him stealing. with disgust.

After looking at the child's clear black eyes, the little beggar pursed his lips and lowered his head to continue running wildly.

After running for a few steps, the little beggar found that the person chasing him was stopped by the little boy, who coldly took out a white jade pendant from his ragged and blood-stained pocket and handed it to the person who was chasing him. people.

As soon as the person chasing him saw the jade pendant, he smiled and wanted to take it, and promised not to chase him again, and then reached out to take the jade pendant.

"You stupid!" The little beggar knew at a glance that the jade pendant was not ordinary. He ran over a few steps and grabbed the jade pendant into his hands, then turned his head and scolded, "This jade pendant is very valuable, just this piece of broken cake is not worth it to you!" Use this jade pendant in exchange!"

The child's dirty little face was still expressionless, and he opened his mouth: "I don't know."

The little beggar saw that the man was about to beat him again, so he dragged the child and ran into the crowd with his small size, and disappeared in no time.

It wasn't until he fled back to the ruined temple that the little beggar let go of the child's hand and put the jade pendant in his arms.

"Hey, just give me this jade pendant. I'll take care of you in the future." As he spoke, the little beggar broke more than half of the cake he had just stolen and gave it to the children.

The child nodded with a cold face, took the cake and ate it in small bites. The jade pendant would be gone, but if there was nothing to eat, he would starve to death.