Rebirth: Sick Jiao Regent is a clinging spirit every day

Seven years ago, when the nations were vying for hegemony, there was no division of Kyushu.

Mu Chengyan was still a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old at the time, full of vigor and high spirits, and he was also the genius prince of Yuan Qiguo.

Once, leading troops to the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, nothing could be spared. The land he went was desolate, not even a tree.

"Still running, still running or not, why not run, keep running!"

"Hahaha, boss, we found another interesting thing. This time, we can have fun for a while."

"Look at his eyes, he looks very unyielding, you two, gouged out his eyes first."

The little beggar was about eight or nine years old, surrounded by several people, dressed in tattered black clothes, barefoot, and with messy hair.

There was no light in a pair of pitch-black eyes, like a pool of stagnant water.

"Okay, boss, of course I will leave this kind of matter to me, and I promise to dig out both of his eyes!"

The man was wearing a black eye patch. His eyes were injured by others. It was the worst thing that someone else had bright eyes.

As soon as the man stretched out his hand, the little beggar suddenly grabbed his hand with great strength and bit his arm.

The man let out a scream, and the other two forcefully pulled the little beggar away and threw it aside.

"I can still bite people, and I will pull out all his teeth in a while, leaving none of them!"

"Both of you, arrest him for me. Master, I must teach him a lesson today!"

In Sunset City, they are the bosses, they can kill whoever they want!

"Yes!"

The few people next to him easily grabbed the little beggar, and they held his hand. No matter how much he struggled, they couldn't break free.

"let me go!"

Cold voice, with a hint of hoarseness.

"Now I know I'm afraid, it's too late, but I look pretty good."

The man pulled out a dagger from his waist, with a cold light, but the little beggar didn't have any fear in his eyes.

Death, for him, was also a relief.

A sharp blade came, and Jun Qingyu slowly closed his eyes without any turmoil in his heart.

I heard that going to hell and still having food is much better than not having a meal in this world.

With a "touch", the dagger in the man's hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Jun Qingyu opened his eyes, and a white figure descended from the sky!

Like a fairy in the sky, she is not stained with dust, and her delicate brows are covered with frost.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it, but thought of himself...he is not worthy...not worthy to touch an immortal.

Who!

As soon as the man turned his head and saw the mighty army, he was so frightened that his ass pissed, and immediately fled the scene.

There are so many people, they can't beat them, let's run for their lives first, in case they lose their lives here...

Seeing the person leaving, Mu Chengyan didn't chase after him, bent down, and stretched out a hand towards the little boy.

"Get up, it's cold on the ground."

What a poor child, born in this troubled world, being bullied.

Jun Qingyu looked at the person in front of him, and tremblingly put his little black hand on it.

Mu Chengyan pulled him up, patted the dust on his body distressedly, took out the white handkerchief around his waist, and wiped his dark face clean.

It was the first time someone treated him so well, Jun Qingyu pursed his lips and raised his head cautiously.

Glancing at him, he immediately lowered his eyes and held his two little hands together.

My brother is so beautiful, the most beautiful person he has ever seen.

"Eat this for you."

With a soft smile on his face, Mu Chengyan took out a dry steamed bun from his waist.

"Eat quickly..."

"Thank you brother..."

Jun Qingyu hadn't eaten for many days. Seeing such a cherished steamed bun, she swallowed her saliva, and finally broke it into two halves.

Pass the other half to Mu Chengyan, "Brother, eat too."

The soldiers nearby smiled and joked, "Eat it, Your Highness, I won't eat your little beggar's food."

Jun Qingyu was stabbed in the pain in his heart, and immediately withdrew his hand, yes, he is a man of golden branches and jade leaves, how could he eat his food?

Mu Chengyan took half of the steamed buns in his hand, "Who says I won't eat them? The two of us each have half."

Jun Qingyu's eyes lit up instantly, brother... and he ate one.

"What's your name? Why are you living outside?"

Mu Chengyan rubbed the little boy's head, cleaning the fallen leaves and weeds off his head.

"I... I have no home, I'm a beggar..."

Jun Qingyu lowered his head. He has been a beggar since he was a child. He has no parents, no relatives, and nothing.

He doesn't even know where he came from...

"If you don't have a home, follow me in the future."

Mu Chengyan held the boy's face and looked at it seriously. He will definitely be beautiful when he grows up.

"Your Highness, we have to rush to support, how can we take him?"

Jun Qingyu's eyes were a little disappointed, he was a person whom everyone despised.

"It's okay, it's okay to take him with you."

Mu Chengyan took Jun Qingyu's hand and walked in the front, one big and one small, one tall and one short, looking very harmonious.

Jun Qingyu kept looking at Mu Chengyan, is this... the god sent by heaven to save him?

At that moment, he felt that he was the happiest person in the world.

"What's your name?"

"No...no name."

Jun Qingyu lowered his head. He has never had a name since he was a child. Everyone here calls him Xiao Hei.

Because he wears his only black dress all year round.

"no name……"

Mu Chengyan frowned, his eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something.

"It's called...Jun...Qing...Yu, Jun, I hope you can change your fate against the sky and become a gentleman in the future, Qing, pouring out the world, Yu, open-minded, how about this name?"

Although Jun Qingyu couldn't understand what he said, she had already firmly remembered these three words and this sentence in her heart.

"Okay, the name my brother chose is really nice. From now on, I will be called Jun Qingyu..."

Jun Qingyu's eyes were full of excitement, he finally had a name, and from now on, he would also be a person with a name!

"Well... let's go, I'll take you to change into clean clothes later."

"Your Highness, it's getting late, let's set up a tent here first, it's a bit windy outside."

"Um……"

Not long after, a tent stood on the barren desert.

Mu Chengyan rummaged through his bag for a long time, but there was no clothes that could be worn by this little guy.

His clothes were too big, so he had to change them by himself.

Jun Qingyu looked at him busy, "Brother, don't bother, I can wear my own clothes."

"But your clothes are already dirty. You can't wear dirty clothes anymore. You need to wash them."

Jun Qingyu has always worn one piece of clothing, and she doesn't know what it is, dirty or not.