Quick Transmigration: Male God Please Spoil Lighter

Bai Mujiu's expression has always been very calm, but Shu Xiaomeng in his arms, looking at everything on both sides, felt a little astringent in his heart.

She has never faced a famine, and in peaceful times, famines rarely happen.

It's not that she has never seen people who starve to death. There are also cases where some patients were starved to death because they couldn't eat.

But she has never seen people who can only be forced to starve to death under a cruel war.

Judging from the pits on both sides, there are many people who are hungry.

Bai Mujiu walked for about a while, and finally came to a street in Baicheng.

The bad thing is that this street is the famous slum street in Baicheng.

Just standing at the end of the street, Shu Xiaomeng could feel the pain, despair, and even lifelessness coming from inside.

Shu Xiaomeng poked a head out of Bai Mujiu's arms, her eyes kept rolling, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

After Bai Mujiu saw that he was here, there was finally a trace of movement on that calm face.

He held Shu Xiaomeng and stood at the end of the street for a cup of tea.

Finally, he lifted his foot and hugged her and walked down the street.

The streets are dirty, and there is almost no place to go.

There were many people lying on the street. If it weren't for the slightly undulating chest, Shu Xiaomeng would have thought they were dead.

As for the arrival of this person, Yihu, they only took a faint look at them and then withdrew their gaze.

Even if they are hungry and hungry, their sanity still exists.

At this time, how can someone who can feed a fox be an ordinary person?

They were afraid of death, and they knew that the man in front of him in a monk's clothes and holding a fox could not provoke them.

The more Bai Mujiu walked in, the more restless the expression on his face.

Although he had thought of the tragic world before, when he really saw it, he was still unavoidably moved.

In the war, civilians are the most innocent, but they are also the most hurt.

Bai Mujiu moved his lips, trying to say something, but in the end he still didn't say anything.

Shu Xiaomeng shrank into Bai Mujiu's arms, and couldn't bear to look at them again.

Those numb faces and those almost desperate eyes made her feel depressed.

"Mother... mother... mother... don't leave me... don't..." A sad cry sounded in Shu Xiaomeng's ear.

She subconsciously searched for her voice, and saw a poorly clothed little boy pushing a middle-aged woman who was also poorly clothed. The woman's chest had no ups and downs, and she thought of the little boy's reaction, Shu Xiao Meng knew that this woman was dead.

The mother of this little boy is dead.

Shu Xiaomeng felt a bit astringent in her eyes, she turned her head and couldn't bear to watch that scene again.

But the sound of "Mother, wake up!" echoed in her ear over and over again, as if to make her remember this voice forever.

At this moment, Bai Mujiu's pace seemed to speed up a bit.

Shu Xiaomeng only felt a gust of wind blowing on her face, some pain, pain in her heart.

Shu Xiaomeng raised her face and looked at Bai Mujiu with a calm gaze.

Bai Mujiu lowered his head and looked at the little Xuehu with tears in his eyes. There was a sudden pain in his heart. He seemed to have returned to a certain scene again. She looked at him in this way and made him feel distressed.