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"what?"

"Why is there a little white fox here?"

"Father, can you save it, it looks so small, even smaller than Lan Lan."

"Lan Lan, be good, we have to hurry..."

"Daddy, it will only eat a little bit, you see it's only a little bit big..."

The vicissitudes of the middle-aged male voice and the immature and soft child's voice pulled Ji Jiaojiao's consciousness back from the coma to reality.

The snow-white fox cub opened a pair of clear amber pupils with some difficulty.

What caught my eye was a thin, middle-aged man in ragged clothes.

His cheeks were sallow and sunken, and he looked very malnourished. There was a tattered gray package on his stooped back, but the firmness and momentum in his eyes were completely different from those of ordinary refugees.

His dry black palm was very big, and he firmly held the thin hand of the little girl who was only around his waist. Her face was very thin and small, but her eyes were black and big, which looked very strange. His black eyes seemed to protrude all the time.

"Ow..."

The little milky white fox couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she quickly squatted down and hugged it into her arms.

Nai Tuanzi trembled all over, his whole body flew into the air, and saw the girl hugging him to her chest and holding him up high for the middle-aged man to see.

The man met the eyes of the fox cub with clear amber eyes, and the refusal, which was not very firm at first, gradually became hesitant.

Why didn't he want to take this little fox away, but their food was running out, and they couldn't survive themselves, so how would they feed this young fox.

"Hey..."

Ji Jiaojiao opened her mouth to speak anxiously, but she could only make the sound of a fox. She had completely lost her demon power.

"Okay, take it with you."

The man sighed, seeing his daughter laughing happily, he couldn't help but also laughed along with her.

As long as there is a daughter, no matter how hard the day is, they can barely support it.

The little girl nodded slightly, and carefully hugged the fluffy little fox, step by step, and followed her father's stooped but wide back.

The milky white fox cub was huddled in her arms, with a human-like unlovely expression on its furry face.

God, what the hell is going on here?

What about Lin Mobai and the others?

......

At night, the fog in the forest gradually rises, and it is pitch black, with the faint moonlight shining on the ground through the leaves.

The faint, flickering red flame was creaked by the neatly arranged dead branches and leaves.

Ji Jiaojiao lay in the little girl's arms and yawned lazily, "Oh..."

"Xiaobai, are you sleepy?" The thin girl opened her big eyes and looked down at the white ball in her arms.

Ji Jiaojiao rolled her eyes, who is Xiaobai?

But on the face, he just nodded his head and rubbed the tip of his red nose against her face, making the little girl giggle.

The vicissitudes of the middle-aged man sat aside and looked at them, smiling gratifiedly, but tears flashed faintly in his bloodshot eyes.

Rough and bloated fingers couldn't help stroking the little dry food left in the package.

When will this world be the first?

Seeing that he seemed a little unhappy, Ji Jiaojiao hesitated for a moment, jumped off the girl's body, took model steps gracefully, walked up to the man, and rubbed against him with the soft and thick hair on her head.

The man hesitated for a moment, but cautiously stretched out a pitch-black rough hand to caress the soft down of the white cub, the tears in his eyes became more obvious, and his voice was dry.

"Xiaobai is so good."

Ji Jiaojiao originally wanted to refute him calling her name again, but when she saw the tears in his eyes, she softly brushed his palm with her big fluffy tail.

"Are you comforting me?"

The man asked in a low voice, he didn't know if he was crazy, but he asked such a question, how could the fox hear people's words?

But the tears in his eyes could not be restrained from falling.

"Xiaobai, what's your name?"

Seeing the fox looking at him in a dazed way, he said with a wry smile.

"Forget it, I haven't communicated with other people for a long time, and I actually asked a fox's name."

Hearing what he said, the little girl was a little puzzled.

"Father, what's your name?"

The man's tone was suddenly heavy and firm.

"Laner."

"Remember your name, your name is Chen Xianglan..."

.....

In the barren desert, a few dry and slender trees were sparsely paralyzed, and the scarlet blood stained the wilderness red.

Yan Yao pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his red fingertips shivered slightly from the cold, and the desolate and terrifying scene was reflected in the clear and smooth lenses.

Standing on the high ancient city wall, looking at the endless corpses of soldiers piled up below the city.

The banners were flying, the drums were thundering, and the mighty army was outside the city gate not far away. Thousands of soldiers in ordinary armor came forward to fight one after another.

The blood-red sunset dyed the blue and clean sky red, and the soldiers roared fiercely, swiping their swords vigorously and slashing at the enemies in front, one fell, and the other made up for it.

They opened a pair of firm and brave eyes, but none of them retreated, because they knew that as long as they retreated, the country and family behind them would also be trampled down by the enemy's iron cavalry.

This is what happened in history?Or did he cross over?

Yan Yao is very calm most of the time, but this time he couldn't help being infected by the real and touching war in front of him.

Will they win this time?

His mood could not help but be affected by the smoky war in front of him.

The countless black troops in front of them dwindled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the corpses on the ground piled up higher and higher, like mountains of corpses standing tall and steep.

The enemies seemed endless.

The young general in black, who was riding in the army on horseback, quickly shuttled through the enemy army alone, holding a bridle in one hand and a spear in the other.

The scarlet and bright blood flowers bloomed slowly one by one with every attack of his, and the bloody banner behind him spread and fluttered with the wind.

Who is that?

Yan Yao subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to see his appearance clearly.

Suddenly, he saw that the back of the young general in black was pierced by a sharp arrow, until it pierced the chest in front.

The young general in black fell powerlessly from the tall black horse, splashing a lot of dust. At this moment, he suddenly turned his head to look in Yan Yao's direction.

Yan Yao was startled, for some reason, although he couldn't see the young general's face clearly, he seemed to see the heavy sadness in those eyes, and an unruly youthful voice rang clearly in his ears.

"Go find Shen Xiangnan quickly."

There was a bit of begging and sadness in his tone, which was completely different from the wanton and wanton in his voice.

"Please, save him."

The enemy army suddenly swarmed up in black, and the young general in black was nowhere to be seen.

The bloody battlefield in front of the gate slowly dissipated, and the pile of horrible and hideous corpses also disappeared. Only blurred traces remained of the blood that stained the city wall. The originally tall and strong gate was dilapidated and desolate .

What was that just now?

Shen Xiangnan?

Those heavy and sad pupils seemed to appear in front of Yan Yao's eyes again.

The mournful and desolate voice of the young general in black seemed to be still lingering in his ears.

"Please, save him."