My vests are all big guys

"Huh?"

"Why is there a little white fox here?"

"Dad, can you save it? It looks so small, even smaller than Lan Lan."

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

"Dad, it will only eat a little bit of food. You see, it is only a little big..."

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

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

What caught his eye was a thin, middle-aged man wearing ragged clothes.

His cheeks were sallow and sunken, and he looked very malnourished. He was carrying a tattered gray package on his somewhat stooped back, but his eyes showed determination and momentum that was completely different from ordinary refugees.

His dry black palm was very big, and he was firmly holding the thin hand of the little girl next to him, whose height was only around his waist. Her face was very thin and small, but her eyes were dark and big, which looked particularly weird. Those big eyes His dark eyes seemed to bulge out all the time.

"Ouch..."

The milky-white little fox couldn't help but make a soft and soft cry.

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

Naituanzi's whole body trembled, and his whole body flew into the air. He saw the girl hugging him to her chest and raising it high to the middle-aged man.

The man and the fox cub looked at each other with their clear amber eyes, and their initially weak refusal gradually became hesitant.

Why didn't he want to take the little fox away, but they had very little food left and they couldn't survive on their own, so how could they feed the young fox.

"嘤嘤......"

Ji Jiaojiao opened her mouth to speak anxiously, but she could only make a fox cry. She had completely lost her demonic power.

"Okay, take it with you."

The man sighed, and when he saw his daughter laughing happily, he couldn't help but laugh along with her.

As long as my daughter is here, I can barely survive no matter how hard the life is.

The little girl nodded slightly, carefully holding the fluffy little fox in her arms, and followed her father's stooped but broad back step by step.

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

Oh my God, what the hell is going on?

Where are Lin Mobai and the others?

...

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

The weak and fleeting red flames made the neatly arranged piles of dead branches and leaves creak.

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

"Xiaobai, are you sleepy?" The thin girl looked down at the white dumplings in her arms with her big eyes open.

Ji Jiaojiao rolled her eyes, who is Xiaobai?

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

The vicissitudes of life of the middle-aged man sat aside and looked at them, smiling happily, with tears faintly flashing in his bloodshot eyes.

His rough and bloated fingers couldn't help but rub the little dry food left in the package.

When will this world end?

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

The man hesitated for a moment, then carefully stretched out a dark, rough hand to stroke the white cub's soft fur. 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, but when she saw the tears in his eyes, she felt a little soft-hearted and 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. He asked such a question. How could the fox hear the human words?

But the tears in his eyes couldn't help falling.

"Xiaobai, what's your name?"

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

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

The little girl was a little confused when she heard what he said.

"Dad, what's your name?"

The man's tone suddenly became heavy and firm.

"Lan'er."

"Remember your name, your name is Agarwood..."

.....

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

Yan Yao pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his fingertips reddened by the cold trembling slightly, 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 under the city.

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

The blood-red sunset dyed the clean blue sky red. The soldiers roared fiercely and swung their swords vigorously to slash at the enemies in front. One fell, and another took over.

They opened their eyes with determination and courage, but no one retreated, because they knew that if they retreated, the country and family behind them would be trampled by the enemy's cavalry.

Is this history that has happened? Or did he travel through time?

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

Will they win this time?

His mood can't help but be affected by the smoke-filled war in front of him.

The countless black troops in front of him are decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the corpses on the ground are piled up higher and higher, like a tall and steep mountain of corpses.

The enemy seems endless.

The black-clad young general riding in the army suddenly shuttled among the enemy, holding the bridle in one hand and the long/spear in the other.

The scarlet and gorgeous blood flowers bloomed slowly with every attack he made, and the blood-colored flags behind him fluttered in the wind.

Who is that?

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

But suddenly he saw that the young general in black was pierced by a sharp arrow from behind, all the way to his chest in front.

The young general in black fell powerlessly from the tall black horse, splashing dust all over the ground. At this moment, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Yan Yao.

Yan Yao was shocked. For some reason, although he could not see the young general's face clearly, he seemed to see the heavy sadness in his eyes, and a rebellious young man's voice clearly rang in his ears.

"Go find Shen Xiangnan quickly."

His tone was a little begging and sad, which was completely different from the rebelliousness of his voice.

"Please, save him."

The enemy army suddenly swarmed up in a black mass, and the young general in black was no longer seen.

The bloody battlefield in front of the gate slowly dissipated, and the pile of horrible and hideous corpses disappeared. The blood that dyed the city wall red was only a blurry trace, and the originally tall and strong city gate had long been dilapidated and desolate.

What was that just now?

Shen Xiangnan?

Yan Yao seemed to have those heavy and sad eyes in front of him again.

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

"Please, save him."

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