For the dead, the night is always very long, because sleep is a luxury—dangerous and nothing to do.
Hua Yi could hardly remember the last time he fell asleep in the dark, even if he closed his eyes, part of his nerves were always awake all over his body.
Especially when he was alone.
It is not easy to make a living, and fighting has become his instinct—from the moment he opened his eyes in the morning until the night fell again.
Hua Yi sometimes thinks back and feels that he is living like this, what exactly is he trying to achieve? It seems that there is always no fun, more pain than happiness, more scars on the body than candy in the mouth, if you want to be happy, you have to dig out your heart and lungs, and find some fun from yourself.
He has no relatives, but some friends, most of whom are also the same as him, let alone expect to find a wife.
It's useless to ask for it, maybe he will die in two days. He runs around every day, but in order to complete the tasks of his employer, get more money and more capital, and then seek revenge from Jing Chu of the Snow Wolf tribe. And what will you do after revenge? He had no clue, nothing to think about, nothing to look forward to.
But he lived such a boring life, but he still didn't want to die - desperately didn't want to die.
Once the enemy cut his stomach open, he insisted on stuffing the protruding intestines back by himself, and crawled until his companion came to meet him. On the one hand, Hua Yi is doing this kind of work that is always in a state of half-death, living like a desperado, and does not cherish his own life very much; persistent.
It seemed to be determined, and it seemed to be just angry.
He himself didn't know why he was so contradictory.
There was only one sleepy man around, and no one saw him smiling, so he stopped smiling. The dancing fire light was reflected in his eyes, and his eyes could not be seen clearly. There were only large shadows in them.
Hua Yi was stunned for a while, then turned his head to look at Chang'an. After looking at it for a while, he still only came to the simple conclusion that this person is good-looking.
Hua Yi leaned over in a strange way, and waved his hand tentatively in the direction of Chang'an. The boy didn't move, his breathing was still calm and regular, and his sleeping face was as peaceful as a child's. Hua Yi sat on the spot for a while, too idle. It hurts, so he moved forward, about a foot away from Chang An's face, slapped his palm like a cattail fan, blowing a small wind, and lifted a strand of hair on Chang An's forehead.
Chang'an still didn't respond.
Is there really someone in the world who can sleep so dead in the wild in the forest? Hua Yi didn't believe it—unless he was born with copper skin and iron bones, he would have died long ago no matter how powerful he was.
At this moment, Hua Yi's hand inadvertently stretched forward an inch or two, who knew that it was only half a finger away, but Chang'an, who was sleeping on the cloth bag and couldn't tell whether it was morning or evening, suddenly opened his arms. Turning his eyes, there was a cold light reflected in the black and white eyeballs, and this young man who was still in Dameng Spring and Autumn just now showed a biting killing intent.
It's like... some kind of magical weapon cast by ancient gods that disappeared in legends, which can make people tremble the moment it is unsheathed.
"What are you doing?" When Chang An asked this sentence, his voice was still hoarse as if he had just woken up, but his eyes were as clear as if he had never fallen asleep.
Hua Yi also realized that his behavior was looking for trouble, so he withdrew his hand awkwardly, grabbed his hair, and said with a dry smile: "Are you awake?"
"Asleep," Chang An said, "Don't come within a foot of me, or I won't wake up."
Hua Yi wondered, "Why?"
Chang An slept soundly, and was woken up by him for no reason. He wished he could smash the handle of a knife on his face. He was extremely impatient. However, he was a "benefactor" after all. For the sake of this, Chang An finally endured. He stopped, with a stern face and no expression of wanting to hit someone - he was like this to Zheyan, and he was like this to Ayan.
Zhe Yan became crazy and unreasonable, Ah Yan cried endlessly, they all have something unbearable, but Chang An is always surprisingly tolerant.
Zheyan cursed and he listened without saying a word, Ah Yan cried for no reason, and he went out to pick dewy flowers for her.
At this moment, Chang An stared at the wet ground in the forest and was silent for a moment, and forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart. Then he opened his mouth and gave the other party an answer with a good attitude.
Hua Yi only heard the boy say in a very soft and humble tone: "Because nothing can hurt me a foot away, so don't wake up."
Hua Yi: "..."
He had never seen someone who could be so calm and calm.
"Do you have any other questions?" Chang An asked patiently.
Hua Yi was silent for a while, poked the fire casually, and asked, "Did you live in the vulture tribe before? Did I see you there?"
He was thinking about how to figure out some of the origins of this mysterious boy, but before he could fully formulate his strategy, the boy said it concisely and comprehensively: "I lived with Zhe Yan in the Vulture Tribe when I was young. Then I met you, you washed my face and washed me into the river, I felt that I had nothing to repay, so I gave you a flower."
Chang'an's tone was so understated that it was difficult for Hua Yi to figure out from his special statement whether this guy was telling the truth, or complaining that he was clumsy back then and got the good boy into the river.
"Later Zheyan died, and after Ayan took care of me for a few months, I went to Yufeng Mountain and grew up with Master there."
Hua Yi was taken aback. On the Yin and Yang ends of Yufeng Mountain, one side was the vulture tribe and the other was the snow wolf tribe. He also grew up listening to the stories of the unpredictable hillside. He looked at Chang'an again, not knowing why , when others said this, Hua Yi must have taken him as a joke, but Chang An said this, but he believed it.
Looking at the young man's appearance, isn't he just a little monster raised in a monster pile
Hua Yi was dumbfounded for a moment, and asked, "Then where are you going now?"
Chang'an paused for a moment, looked up at Hua Yi, and stretched his hands and feet to get closer to the fire to keep warm—Beishi's master is really not as good as a rice bucket, he has been cured for ten years, and it is not easy to kill him , even if you end up with a problem that your hands and feet are still cold even in summer, you are really lucky.
After Chang An was silent for a while, he said, "Isn't someone going to kill you? I'll give you a ride."
Hua Yi choked for a moment, feeling subtle.
Silver-patterned orcs are born with supernatural powers. Hua Yi was able to hunt alone at the age of seven or eight, no worse than an old hunter. However, he never expected that after so many years of bluffing and cheating, a sub-beast would appear, and casually said, They said they wanted to escort him for a ride.
Of course, Hua Yi would never be so stupid as to refuse the benefits that others brought to his door.
After Chang An finished speaking, he clenched his fists and felt a little warmth in his palms, so he lay back down contentedly, and after lying down, he softly told Hua Yi: "Call me if you have anything to do, don't say anything." He suddenly leaned over and hung his hands still, in case I thought it was a snake and accidentally hurt you, it would be bad."
Hua Yi: "..."
For the first time in his life, he was so grotesquely useless that he didn't know what to say.
Hua Yi lowered his head and glanced at his muscular arm, which was scarred and bruised, then looked at Chang'an who was lying on his side, silently measured the distance of one foot, and stretched his arm over to meet his waist. After comparing pros and cons, with a very biased look, he came to the conclusion that his arm was thicker than the opponent's waist, and said in his heart: "Little bastard, I don't have the same knowledge as you."
Chang An did what he said, and sure enough, from the second day on, he followed Hua Yi with his saber on his back.
He didn't talk much, but he wasn't dull, and he had a kind of curiosity unique to people of this age.
The wild boy who grew up in the mountains is really extraordinary ignorant, he just doesn't know anything, he never even knew that there are seas in the world, and the land is divided into north and south.
When the two of them had nothing to do and roasted meat, he was fascinated by the stories about the distance, and would keep urging Hua Yi to continue. Hua Yi was crazy, and he would talk endlessly and show off. . But he soon discovered that this bastard was just listening to these new things as stories to pass the time. Not only did he have no concept of "city-states", he hadn't even heard of the only "beta" common to both the northern and southern continents.
"Then do you know 'Zhu Shi'?"
This time Changan showed a clear expression: "Money? I know this. I saw Zheyan used it when I was young, and I can exchange it for things."
"What did you grow up eating?" Hua Yi said while taking out a beta coin from his bosom. It looked a bit like a shell, but it was shining with pearls.
It is said that this kind of thing first grew on the bottom of the sea. The creatures on the bottom of the sea offended the gods, and the gods drained the sea in a rage, and the continents floated up. Countless creatures on the bottom of the sea dried up into ancient dead things in the sun and air. The animals inside died, and the dried shells became betas. Their appearance was very uniform, as if measured with a ruler, and no one was bigger or smaller than the other. The surface was harder than steel and very wear-resistant. Also light and easy to carry.
It is said that gold and silver are also traded in the south, but gold and silver are too heavy. In the north, people still only recognize beta.
Hua Yi explained: "'Beta' is the same as 'zhushi', it is also money, and one beta is 16 pearls and stones."
Changan calculated for a while, trying to figure out what concept is that one beta is equal to sixteen pearls, but unfortunately he couldn't figure it out after a long time of calculation. He took this "huge sum" and held it in his hand for a while. After a while, I felt that it was meaningless, it was hard, and I couldn't eat or drink it, so I threw it back to Huayi without any regrets.
Zheyan still has a few pearls and stones, Beishi doesn't even have a penny, isn't he still living well? It can be seen that this thing is useless.
He listened carefully to Hua Yi's description of the "dead guest", and heard that the dead guest risked being chased and killed by many people to do things for his employer just to get these useless things, so he looked into Hua Yi's eyes There was a little pity in him—Changan felt that he was a little silly.
This young man's complete isolation from others makes Hua Yi sometimes have an illusion, as if Chang'an is really not a person, but an animal wearing human skin and understanding human language.
The two of them walked eastward all the way, and experienced more than a dozen chases and sieges, large or small. Although Chang'an was called an escort, when they really encountered problems, they often watched from the sidelines. He will never make a move unless it is in danger.
He has such unimaginable knives with swordsmanship, and he happens to be seventeen or eighteen years old, such a stupefied young man, Hua Yi thought he would be very aggressive. However, after more than half a month, he found that although Chang An acted strangely, there was a reason for doing things in his own way.
If others don't mess with him, he doesn't want to mess with others. He even suggested to Hua Yi to go around the surrounding tribes to avoid any trouble.
He can even coexist peacefully with passing animals. Once, while resting on the road, Chang An sat on the ground with his back to a big tree drinking water. Hua Yi saw with his own eyes a bold horned deer cub that jumped out of Chang An's body in a daze. In the past, who would have thought that the young man was only slightly stunned for a moment, without even raising his head, as if he didn't care.
When he hunts, he hunts as much as he eats, and never kills indiscriminately.
However, just like this, Hua Yi's heightened vigilance has been let down in the weird getting along day after day.
After getting used to this magical traveling companion, Hua Yi even felt that his eccentricity was very cute, he lived a clean life, and kept nothing private... Of course, if he was scrambling around with the pursuers, this It would be even better for the "cute" little brother not to sit peacefully on a tree branch and eat pine cones to watch the excitement.
On this day, the two passed through a forest belonging to a certain tribe. They planned to find a welcoming house to rest for a while, but just approaching the welcoming house, the two stopped at the same time, one after the other.
"Fish smell." Chang An turned his head and said to Hua Yi, "There is blood here."