Fantasy: This Dead House is Suddenly Invincible

The buns I just ate were spit out.

Looking at the steamed buns spit out on the ground, Mo Wentian felt a pity again.

Picked it up quickly, and ate it back again. . . .

Then, he turned his gaze to the thin girl covered in blood in the corner, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth.

"Are you OK?"

"My name is Mo Wentian, what's your name?"

"This beast misunderstood you. It was the steamed bun that I stole. Why did he beat you? Why didn't you tell him?"

"Are you still in pain?"

Seeing that the skinny girl didn't speak, Mo Wentian scratched his head embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, I should have done it sooner. You were beaten, and you were thinking of running away at first."

After speaking, Mo Wentian took out a steamed bun from his arms.

"I'll give you something to eat, and treat it as my apology."

Looking at the steamed bun, the skinny girl, although timid, finally reached out and borrowed it.

Her voice was like a mosquito, she said thank you in a low voice, and then ate.

It seemed that not only was she seriously injured, but she, like her, hadn't had anything for a long time.

Worse than myself.

Mo Wentian sighed, and then quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms.

This is a healing elixir he stole from a pharmacy and ground into powder.

He stepped forward, ignoring the skinny girl's fear, and smeared medicinal powder on her wounds.

The thin little girl frowned, was scared, and was shaking.

"Don't be afraid, this is the healing medicine I stole from the pharmacy with a lot of effort. The medicine is very effective. Your injuries will recover in a few days."

Listening to Mo Wentian's soft words, the thin little girl gradually relaxed, blinked her eyes, looked at Mo Wentian timidly, she spoke in a low voice, and her voice was still very small.

"I... my name is Jiang Ruhua."

"Thank you for killing him."

"Is he your parent?"

Mo Wentian asked.

Jiang Ruhua shook her head with a look of loss.

"I was an orphan who was caught by him."

Mo Wentian felt sour in his heart and touched Jiang Ruhua's head.

"It's a coincidence that I'm also an orphan. We all blame the poor. Otherwise, you can follow me in the future, and I will definitely protect you."

"Protect me?"

Jiang Ruhua murmured, tears flashing in his eyes.

She raised her head and looked at Mo Wentian with hopeful eyes.

Mo Wentian was embarrassed to be seen, scratched his head, smiled, and looked firm.

"Yes, I will definitely protect you, I will do what I say!"

That middle-aged man is dead, if he leaves Jiang Ruhua alone.

This winter, she will surely die.

With that said, Mo Wentian stroked Jiang Ruhua's head with his hands.

"Believe me."

His hands were small, rough, but warm.

It warmed the lonely and cold heart of the thin little girl.

At this moment, Jiang Ruhua finally couldn't help it, hugging Mo Wentian and crying.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

It seemed that Jiang Ruhua had endured a great deal of pain these days, and now she can't stand it anymore.

Hearing Jiang Ruhua's cry, Mo Wentian hugged Jiang Ruhua tightly, his eyes were also wet and red, and tears were shed.

"Sister Ruhua, from now on, you and I will depend on each other for life. As long as I don't die, I will protect you!"

"We will definitely survive this winter!"

Since that night, Hualongcheng has gained a pair of little beggars who depend on each other for life.

Mo Wentian has been working hard, learning everything, cheating, making money to support his family, and protecting Jiang Ruhua.

In this way, day after day, one winter after another.

Over the past few decades, Mo Wentian was sixteen years old, and Jiang Ruhua was fifteen years old.

When they grow up, Mo Wentian joins gangs everywhere, so that they can make a good living and let sister Ruhua live a good life.

But no gang is willing to accept a waste beggar.

Fortunately, Jiang Ruhua, with her beautiful appearance, was picked by Yanyu Pavilion and became a maid who served dishes and water, and her life finally got better.

Until that day, Mo Wentian provokes the Qinglong Gang.

Mo Wentian had no choice but to leave Hualong City and go to Shiwanda Mountain to apprentice.

This is the first time he has left Hualong City, and it is also the first time he has parted with Jiang Ruhua.

Jiang Ruhua wished to stay by Mo Wentian's side all her life, but she did not want to drag him down.

He was waiting for Mo Wentian's return in Dragon Transformation City.

In the end, she finally waited for Mo Wentian's return.

It's a pity that he has no chance to stay by his side for a lifetime.

Missing is like a tide, endlessly, recalling ten years, but it is already a cloud of the past.

"Mo Wentian, we have already entered the 100,000 Mountain. Senior must have a way to save you!"

Dawn, sunrise in the east.

In the ear, came the voice of Immortal Emperor Yihai.

Mo Wentian regained his senses and restrained his thoughts. He cheered up and his eyes were firm, as if he had grown a lot in one night.

"Come back with me all the way, thank you for your hard work, Senior Yihai."

Immortal Emperor Yihai laughed, and Mo Wentian, who was completely weak on his back, didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Little brother, when did you change your tune? It's not like you usually call the old man a dead old man, the old turtle's

? "

"Everything is offended, Senior Yihai."

"It's not in the way, it's not in the way, the old man is not used to talking like this."

At this moment, the void shattered.

Chen Changan appeared in front of Yihai Xianhuang and Mo Wentian.

His white clothes are better than the snow, and his elegance is peerless, but his expression is cold.

His eyes were as sharp as divine knives, making it impossible to look directly.

Immortal Emperor Yihai was startled, his smile converged, his expression respectful, and his heart was in awe.

"senior."

"master."

Looking at Mo Wentian, whose foundation was destroyed and his cultivation base was destroyed, Chen Changan's expression was extremely ugly.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, Chen Changan's killing intent was sky-high.

"Immortal Emperor Yihai, who did all this?"

I'm dizzy, why is it only the third day today, ∑(っ°Д°;)っ.

There are still four days and five shifts, I regret it o(╥﹏╥)o, I won't dare to set up flags indiscriminately next time.