My Cold and Beautiful Wife

After the charming night, Ye Fan came to the wild with four flower fairies.

The barbarian king Butchahar has now abdicated and handed over the barbaric tribe to his son.

Now the two tribes of Alguna and Bolkin are very harmonious, and the wilderness is very peaceful.

Ye Fan was on the grassland, and when he found Gillen, he was lying on the ground, observing the breeding of a litter of marmots.

Ye Fan kicked this guy's **** directly, "I have been studying this land rat every day for so many years?"

"Brother, are you here so soon? I thought you were going to stay in the City of Innocence for a few more days", Gillen looked back and smiled.

"There is nothing to see in that city, it's the same, but I miss your life on the prairie."

Ye Fan played with the taste: "If you abdicate now, you can be a zoologist in a justifiable way. Have you been having a good time?"

"Big brother, don't you know, this is the profession I pursue all my life!"

Gillen put away his animal observation notes, put it away, then stood up and said: "Go, let's go drinking and eating meat!"

"No hurry, let's walk around first, I haven't been to the wild for a long time, let's see how the development here is," Ye Fan said.

Gillen smiled and nodded: "That's fine, go to the Holy Land of Khan! Brother, you are still the high priest of the temple!"

Ye Fan smiled, "Isn't this title taken off yet?"

"You are a sword god, who is more qualified to be a high priest than a sword god?" Gillen said in amusement.

Ye Fan also set out at will to the wild temple in the middle.

Gillen saw the four flower fairies following Ye Fan and winked his eyes: "Brother, I brought four maids here this time. It seems that I don't need to arrange for you to sleep?"

Ye Fan glanced at it, "You have to make arrangements, and I have no objection."

"Hey, it's still not good, my sister-in-law knows, it's not so good", Gillen sneered.

Ye Fan sighed in his heart, knowing...that's all right.

Coming to the Holy Land of Khan, the surrounding area of ​​the temple is much more prosperous than before.

Muren and Nabuqi were all in tears when they saw Ye Fan coming, and they were grateful that the high priest had not forgotten them.

Everyone drank oil tea and talked about the past.

Obviously, the news of the Wutai approaching end has been heard here, and the temple is also filled with worry.

"High priest, forgive us, but now we have thought of the way to deal with the doomsday?" Mu Ren said with concern.

Ye Fan smiled bitterly, "There is a way, but it's not necessarily whether it can be successful or not..."

Nabuqi regretted: "Unexpectedly, even the high priest would not be able to make a guarantee."

Looking at their expressions, Ye Fan seemed to be unspeakable.

"Did something happen?"

Nabuqi nodded, "Actually, people are panicking in many places on the grassland recently because of the doomsday remarks."

"Now it's just the harvest season. Food crops and many livestock need to be taken care of."

"But because many people feel that there is no future, they don't want to work, they are all indulging in pleasure..."

"We are worried that if this continues, there will be a famine, which will greatly damage the vitality of the grassland."

Mu Ren said: "If I can tell everyone that there is hope in the future, perhaps this trend can be suppressed."

Gillen said with a helpless smile: "Everyone feels that they are dying, and they don't care about the famine. After all, the people on the grasslands are mostly straight-tempered."

Ye Fan frowned, "Take me out to have a look."

Muren and Nabuqi responded and brought Ye Fan to a tribe not far from the temple.

The food here has reached the harvest time, but the large tracts are not cared about.

In the big tent of the tribe, the barbarian people are drinking and singing, drunk and dreaming of death.

"Actually, they can't be blamed. They are just mortals. Who knows that the day is unpredictable, who still wants to do farm work," said Mo Lan.

"Master, their singing sounds very cheerful, but they feel so sad," Zhutao said.

Nabuqi pleaded: "High priest, really can't tell the people that we still have a future, do we still have hope?"

"Even if it is not yet certain for the time being, at least it will give them hope of living. Don't give up in advance."

"Now many tribes have begun to be in chaos, and the lives of the people are becoming less and less secure..."

Ye Fan was silent. He knew that all of what he saw was not just barbaric.

This is the "miniature" of the entire plane.

Many worlds have fallen into the shadow of doomsday.

Even if he used the name of his sword **** to frighten many mobs, the despair in the hearts of sentient beings would not be reduced...

At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly saw that in a piece of farmland, an old man was harvesting crops.

The old man looked 70 or 80 years old. He was already a little uncomfortable doing farm work. There was only one young grandson beside him, helping to pick up some scattered ears of wheat.

Ye Fan walked over and looked at it for a while.

When the old man saw Nabuqi and Mu Ren, he obviously knew each other, and he had to kneel.

"Old man, don't have to be courteous," Ye Fan raised his hand and held up the old man.

The old man didn't know Ye Fan, so he nodded with a nervous smile.

"Master of the temple, do you have any instructions to come here?"

Ye Fan curiously asked, "Old man, do you know that the world is almost the end of the world?"

The old man sighed, "I know, it's spread, saying that the sky is going to be completely dark...Some demons will fly out of the world of death."

"Then why, are you still harvesting wheat here instead of drinking and eating meat like the rest of the tribe?" Ye Fan asked.

"Of course it's because of believing in the high priest, isn't it?" Nabuqi said.

The old man looked blank, "What does this have to do with the high priest?"

Muren and Nabuqi's expressions changed, and they looked at Ye Fan nervously.

Ye Fan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Old man, I just want to know, what do you think?"

The old man swallowed his dry throat and said, "I just do what I should do. I can only graze and only do farm work... Doomsday or something, I know, and I can't change it."

"How chaotic we were in the wilds back then. Alguna fought with the Bolguin tribe, and fought against Dazheng. We couldn't get enough to eat, and we couldn't wear warm clothes..."

"Later, the king and the high priest helped us live a good life. For us, didn't it mean we had a doomsday?"

The old man smiled with pleats on his face, "I don't know if I can survive this doomsday."

"But if you can survive and you have no food to eat, then you can't be brazen to ask the barbarian king or the high priest."

"I'll prepare my own rations first. Doomsday can't control it. I have to find a way to fill my stomach."

Ye Fan didn't say anything for a long time when he heard the old man's words.

The old man obviously has no idea about the current situation and many advanced things.

But his idea is very simple, only do what he can do, and don't hold back the people above.

"Yeah...Even if the sword **** can save the world, he can't take care of everyone's food. You have to grow this food yourself," Ye Fan sighed.

"Isn't it?" The old man nodded with a smile.

Gillen, Mu Ren, and Nabuqi on the side were all thoughtful.

"Unexpectedly, at the end of the day, the one with the clearest mind is an old farmer," Gillen sighed.

"As long as you live, you must try your best to be yourself. This is the dignity of life... It has nothing to do with race origin, no high or low."

Ye Fan took a deep breath, a flame ignited in his heart.

Even for this old man and his grandson, I have to do everything myself to save the world.

That night, Ye Fan came to the barbarian king's account and attended the barbarian party.

After drinking the spirits, Ye Fan entered a separate big account under the wait of the four flower fairies...