Bestial Blade

For the dead, the night is always very long, because sleep is a very luxurious thing—the crisis is pervasive and there is nothing to do.

Huayi hardly remembers when he fell asleep last night. Even if he closed his eyes and covered his body, some nerves were always awake.

Especially when he was alone.

Life is not easy. Fighting has become his instinct-from the moment he opened his eyes in the early morning until the late night.

Huayi sometimes thinks back and feels like he is alive, what is he trying to do? There always seems to be no fun. There is more pain than happiness. The scars on the body are more than the sugar in the mouth. If you want to be happy, you have to dig your own heart and find some fun from yourself.

He has no relatives, and he has some friends, most of whom are the same people as him, and he dare not expect a wife.

It didn't help to talk about it, maybe he died in two days. He runs around every day, but in order to complete his employer's tasks, he gets more money and more capital, and then seeks revenge from Jingchu of the Snow Wolf Tribe. And what do you do after revenge? He was clueless, couldn't think of it, and had no expectations.

But he didn't want to live like this, but he still didn't want to die-desperately didn't want to die.

Once the enemy cut his stomach apart, he just stuffed the intestine flowing out by himself, crawling and waiting for his companion to come. On the one hand, Huayi is doing this kind of life that is always in a state of half-death, living like a desperate person, and not cherishing his own life. On the other hand, he has a kind of fierceness on the word "alive" Perseverance.

As if firm, just as angry.

He didn't know why he was so contradictory.

There was only an unconscious person sleeping around, and no one laughed at him, and he didn't laugh anymore. The flickering flames reflected in his eyes, and he couldn't see his eyes, there was only a large shadow in it.

Huayi stayed for a while, then turned to look at Chang'an, looked at it for a while, and still only came to this person's beautiful conclusion.

The Huayi ghost made a bad move and waved his hands in the direction of Chang'an tentatively. The young man did not move, his breathing was still gentle, his sleeping face was calm like a child, and Huayi sat again for a while and was so idle. It hurt, so I moved forward, and about a foot away from Chang'an's face, he waved his palm into a palm fan, blowing a small wind, and holding a strand of hair in front of Chang'an.

Changan remained unresponsive.

Can anyone in the world sleep so dead in the wild forest? Huayi didn't believe it—unless he was born with a copper skin and iron bone, he would have died long ago, no matter how great he was.

At this moment, Huayi's hand stretched an inch or two forward inadvertently. Who knew it was just half the distance between his fingers. Chang'an, who had slept in a cloth bag and fell asleep in the morning, suddenly opened at this moment. With his eyes closed, a bit of cold light was reflected in the black and white eyes, which just showed the slaughtering intentions of the teenagers who had just dreamed of spring and autumn.

It's like ... a certain kind of magic soldier who disappeared in the legend and cast by ancient gods can make people shudder at the moment it comes out.

"What are you doing?" When Chang An asked this, his voice was still hoarse, but his eyes were clear as if he had never fallen asleep.

Huayi also realized that his behavior was a little okay, and curled up his hands, grabbed his own hair, and smiled: "You haven't slept?"

"Asleep," Chang'an said, "Don't be near me within a foot, I won't wake up."

Huayi wondered, "Why is this?"

Chang'an slept well and was awakened by him for no reason. He couldn't wait to smash the knife handle on his face. He was impatient and extremely impatient. However, after all, he was a "benevolent person". In this face, Changan finally managed to endure He stayed, his face did not show the expression of wanting to hit people-he did this to Zheyan, and it was the same to Ayan.

Zheyan became crazy, and Ayan was crying endlessly. Actually, they all had unbearable places, but Chang'an was always tolerant.

Zhe Yan scolded him, he listened without a word, A Yan wept for no apparent reason, and he went out to pick her flowers with dew.

At this moment, Chang'an stared at the wet ground in the forest for a moment, and returned the fire pressure in his heart stiffly. Then he opened his mouth and gave a good answer to the other party.

Huayi only heard the boy say in a very soft and even humble tone: "Because nothing hurts me beyond a foot, don't wake up."

Huayi: "..."

He had never seen anyone who could be so calm and calm.

"Do you have any other questions?" Chang An asked patiently.

Huayi was silent for a while, then dialed the fire pile and asked, "Have you lived in the condor tribe before? Have I seen you there?"

He thought about how to come up with the origins of this mysterious boy, but before he could fully formulate the tactics, the boy succinctly and comprehensively said: "I lived with Zhe Yan when I was a kid, and lived in the condor tribe. I saw you, and you washed my face and washed me into the river, and I didn't feel that I would give you a flower. "

Chang'an's tone was too understatement, so that Huayi couldn't figure out from his special statement whether this guy was telling the facts or complaining about his clumsiness and getting good children into the river.

"Later, Zheyan died. After Ayan took care of me for a few months, I went to Yufeng Mountain, where I grew up with Master."

Huayi was taken aback. At both ends of the yin and yang of Yufeng Mountain, there was a vulture tribe and a snow wolf tribe. He also grew up listening to the story of the unpredictable hillside. When others said this, Huayi must have been joking when he said it, but Chang'an believed it.

Look at the appearance of this boy, isn't it just a little monster stocked in a monster pile?

Huayi froze for a moment, and asked, "Where are you going now?"

Chang An paused, glanced up at Huayi, stretched his hands and feet near the fire to warm up—the master of Bei Shi was not as good as a rice bucket, and he was treated for 10 years. It was not enough to kill him. It's easy. Even if it's still cold in the summer, it's really lucky.

After Chang'an was silent for a while, he said, "Isn't anyone going to kill you? I'll send you a ride."

Huayi paused for a moment, feeling subtle.

The silver-stripped orc was born with divine power, and Huayi was able to hunt alone at the age of seven or eight, which is no worse than the old hunter. However, he did not expect that after so many years of swaggering and deceiving the front line, a sub-beast emerged. He said he was escorted for a ride.

Of course, Huayi would never be so stupid as to reject the benefits of being delivered to your door.

After Chang'an had finished speaking, he fisted his fists and felt that his palms finally felt a little warm. Then he lay back satisfactorily, and after lying down, he whispered to Huayi and said, "You can call me if you have something, don't be silent. Suddenly, leaned over and hung your hands still, just in case I thought it was a snake, and you hurt if you missed it. "

Huayi: "..."

For the first time in his life, he was so bizarre that he didn't know what to say.

Huayi glanced down at his muscled arm, although he was bruised, and looked at Chang'an, who was lying sideways. He silently observed a distance of one foot, stretched his arm over his waist. Compare it up and down, then use a very biased look to reach the conclusion that his arm is thicker than the other's waist, and said, "Little bunny, don't see you generally."

Changan said it was true, and from the second day onwards, he has been carrying Huayi with his own saber.

He didn't say much, but he wasn't dull. He had the curiosity peculiar to people of this age.

The wild child who grew up in the mountain was really ignorant and extraordinary. He asked one question and three wonders. He never even knew that there were still the sea and the land in the north and south.

When the two had nothing to do with roasting meat, he was fascinated by the stories about distant places, and would constantly urge Huayi to talk down. The people of Huayi came crazy, and they talked endlessly, and they were very showy. . But he soon found out that the boy just listened to these stories that passed the time. He not only had no concept of the "city-state", he had not even heard of the only "beta" that was common in the north and south continents.

"Then you know 'Pearl'?"

This time Changan showed a clear expression: "Is it money? I know this. I saw Zhe Yan used it when I was young, so I can change things."

"What kind of food did you grow up with?" Huayi said as he found a beta coin from his arms. It looked a little like a shell, but it was sparkling with pearl.

It is said that this kind of thing was first grown on the sea floor. The creatures on the sea offended God. The sea was drained by the wrath of the gods. The continent floated up. Countless creatures on the sea floor dried up in the sun and the air into ancient dead things. The animals inside died, and the dried shells became beta. They looked very uniform, as if measured by a ruler. They were no larger or smaller than any one. The surface was harder than steel and very wear-resistant. It is also lightweight and easy to carry.

It is said that the South will also trade gold and silver, but after all, gold and silver are too heavy. In the north, people still only recognize beta.

Huayi explained: "'beta' is the same as 'pearl' and it's money. One beta is sixteen pearls."

Chang'an has been thinking for a while, trying to figure out what is the concept of a beta equal to sixteen pearl stones, but unfortunately it hasn't been calculated for a long time, so he took this "giant money" and played it in his hand for a while, novelty After a while, I also felt that it was meaningless. Hard and hard to eat and drink, so I left it back to Huayi with no reluctance.

Zheyan still has a few pearls, and Bei Shi doesn't even have a son, does he still live well? It can be seen that this thing is useless.

He listened carefully to Huayi's description of the "dead guest". He heard that the dead guest risked being hunted down by many people and worked for the employer just to get these useless gadgets, so he looked at Huayi's eyes. There was a bit of compassion in it-Chang'an thought he was a bit silly.

This juvenile outlier makes Huayi sometimes have an illusion, as if Chang'an is really not an individual, an animal that understands human speech in human skin.

The two of them went eastward along the way, and experienced dozens of hunts and encircles, large or small. Changan, although it is called as an escort, can really encounter something, but it is often seen from the wall. He will never take action until it is dangerous.

He has such an incredible sword and effort, and it is exactly the age of seventeen or eighteen years old to say that he is big and young, and Huayi thought he would be very aggressive. However, after more than half a month, he found that although Chang'an was acting strangely, he had a lot of good ideas.

If no one else came to provoke him, he wouldn't provoke others, and even knew about Huayi's proposal to walk around the surrounding tribes to avoid any trouble.

He was able to coexist peacefully with the animals in the past. Once on the road, Chang'an sat on the ground with his back against a big tree and drank water. Huayi saw a daring horned deer cub with his head fainted and jumped from Changan. In the past, who knows that this boy just gave a slight sting, without even lifting his head, a look of indifference.

He hunts as much as he eats and never kills.

But that's it. Huayi's heart of high vigilance was let go in the weird get-together day after day.

After getting accustomed to this magical travel companion, Huayi even thought that his weirdness was very cute, lived clean, and kept nothing private ... Of course, if he crawled around with the hunters, It would be even better for this "cute" little brother to sit on the branch so quietly and sip the pine cones to watch the fun.

On this day, the two passed through a forest belonging to a certain tribe, and they planned to find a guesthouse to rest for a while. Who knew that they had just approached the guesthouse, but the two of them stopped by one another.

"Smelly." Chang'an turned back and said to Huayi, "There is blood here."