The ink burned alone on the street, and there were still ghosts on the road, fluttering and resentment. Some lonely moss grows on the bluestone steps under my feet, and the soles of my feet are wet and slippery...
After the fierce argument, I calmed down and found that my fingers were all torn. The door frame was rough and had many burrs, which were stuck in the flesh and blood, and was blurred. Fortunately, the surroundings were dark and not noticed by ghosts.
He lowered his eyelashes and watched silently for a while, probably because his heart was so uncomfortable that he didn't feel any pain from such a hideous scar.
He glanced back at the closed courtyard door, knowing that the man behind the door would not say a word to him again.
He was no stranger to such rejection. Mo Ran is a person who is accustomed to malice, which makes him able to know whether his request is useful from a glance of others and two or three words.
In fact, when the man changed his mouth and said "I haven't seen it", Mo Ran instinctively understood that this person would not tell the truth to himself again, but it was about the soul of Chu nightning, so he did not Be willing, until you are pushed out the door, until the door is closed.
It has been a long time since he was so rudely rejected, but sometimes, the length of time does not determine anything, and the timing machine cannot change the fundamentals, and some things are engraved into the bones.
Xue Meng once scolded him, bastard.
It's funny, Mo Ran feels that the two poisonous words of the pride of the sky can't hurt his self-esteem.
That's right, he was originally a scumbag in the mouths of the people, and he could hear more vicious words than this, and there was nothing he was not used to.
He finally looked back at the wooden door that was Yan He, and slowly walked away while watching the ghosts giggling and laughing.
Laughing, swearing, standing alone, hanging in the air.
It is a rare and helpless scene, which overlaps with the childhood memories of disrepair in his mind. The ink burns and walks, probably because the situation is so similar, he can't help but slowly recall himself and his mother. The days when we lived together...
In those days, they were not in Lefang, but lived on the streets of Linyi, wandering near the Confucianism Gate.
In those days, he at least had a mother.
His mother loved him dearly, and was unwilling to let such a young child go out begging for food, so she always settled him in a deserted woodshed, and went to the street to perform and sing.
She has a good foundation. With a bamboo pole, she can do dances on the pole. Every day, she can always earn some copper coins to buy a cake and two bowls of porridge. The mother and son share it. Mothers always want their children to eat more, but Mo Ran always takes a few bites and says that the cakes are too hard, the porridge has no taste, and that the stomach is full and refuses to eat anymore.
But she didn't know, in fact, every time she sighed and ate the half cake and half bowl of porridge that burned the ink, the immature child curled up and pretended to sleep would look at her secretly with squinting eyes, Seeing that she was full after eating, he finally felt relieved, even if he was hungry, his heart was stable.
She didn't know that, in fact, every day she left and went to Linyi East Market to perform arts, her children would climb out of the firewood pile and secretly go to the place two streets away from her to beg for food.
My mother sang slowly and gracefully at the street entrance, with a ten-foot-high pole propped up, her thin body swaying gracefully on top of her. The bottom is covered with gravel and residual porcelain. If she accidentally falls, these porcelain pieces will all be stabbed into her flesh and blood, but those who watch it find it exciting and fresh. She used a cheap life and tried her best to win the smiles of those rich young and rich.
And two blocks away, her children were begging along the street, grinning at everyone in front of every household, with a dirty face, saying the same auspicious words, wanting to beg for something to eat. But it doesn't happen, and it doesn't happen often.
One day, a wealthy young grandma was pregnant, bored, and in a bad mood, so she was wandering on the street and saw her burning mother dancing on a pole.
She thought it was interesting, and after looking at it for a while, she asked the escort to go to the dancing woman and say, "You are laying on the ground with rubble and broken pieces of porcelain. This is actually just a pretence, which is not sincere. My wife is not sincere. I said, if you are willing to replace all these broken stones and broken porcelain with knives, put them on the ground, and then you jump, my wife will give you ten taels of gold."
Faced with such harsh demands, it almost cost the lives of the poor.
The mother's reaction was just to say: "But I have no money, I can't afford a knife to shop."
The rich wife laughed, and immediately ordered someone to go to the iron shop to buy a hundred sharp knives and put them on the ground.
"Jump."
The jeweled woman stroked her bulging belly and said cheerfully.
A group of ghosts and ghosts soon gathered around to watch the excitement. The brilliance of silk and pearls shone in the sunlight. They were like vultures eating corpses.
"Jump, jump."
"Dance well and reward you with money."
"For the money, for the money."
In the realm of Confucianism, the most important thing is the rich, and the most lacking is the excitement and excitement of giving up life like this.
Those silk satin, gold and silver beads surrounded them, and surrounded the mother who was holding the bamboo pole. Surrounded by this impoverished, ragged woman.
The woman with a life like a mustard, with a smile like this, greeted the carrion-eating vultures with blessings, thanked them for their support, and then, holding the pole, leaped as lightly as a bird.
Above the tip of the knife, use your life to make a song and dance.
Use your life to please yourself.
However, although she was good at kung fu, when she landed, she looked down at the row of knives with blades and felt a little panic. So the bamboo pole slanted a few inches, and with the exclamations of everyone, she fell down—
He avoided the dense place of the blade, but still rubbed the edge and cut his leg. In an instant, blood splashed, causing everyone to exclaim.
The woman didn't care about the pain, she hurriedly stood up, smiled and bowed her head in apology.
Those who were watching the fun laughed and said, "My lady's kung fu is not at home, and you need to work harder."
"That's right, when you come out to eat, you must have two brushes. The ability of a three-legged cat will come out of nowhere."
A few people were kind, with tears in their eyes, and they couldn't bear it: "Oh, don't talk about it, just look at this poor girl, she's hurt so badly, go to the pharmacy to grab some medicine and put it on."
The woman murmured, "I don't... have no money to buy medicine..."
Those people were stunned, some sighed, some raised their hands and touched their pearls, but didn't speak, and some wiped the corners of their eyes, seeming to have a lot of feelings.
"How pitiful."
"Yeah yeah."
"Seeing how hard your life is, I'll give you some money." said a potbellied old woman, took out her bulging purse, took out a handful of gold leaves from it, pinched it in her hand, and continued to put it into the purse. He dug out, took out three copper plates, weighed them in his hands, put back two, and solemnly placed one copper plate in the woman's hand.
The old woman gave her money, and she justly shed two lines of tears, and said compassionately: "Girl, this is what you deserve, and it's about to be collected."
The woman held a copper plate that she had exchanged for her life, and murmured blankly: "Thank you..."
Thanks a lot...
And what about the rich wife who said she would give her ten gold? Already scolded and walked away.
The woman with bleeding legs and feet staggered over, trying to catch up and ask her for money, but she was pushed down by the escort she was carrying, and the scolding could be heard across the street—
"It's unlucky!"
"My wife wants to have a miscarriage, why did she see the disaster of bloodshed, this must be heard by the master, so you shouldn't be distressed to death?"
"You're too embarrassed to ask for money, what is that thing you jumped on? It's also a loss that your blood didn't splash on your wife, otherwise - you can't eat and walk away!"
"roll!"
The woman was shoved to the ground heavily, because the family was a big family in Linyi, and no one was willing to stand up for her for a while. She twitched on the ground in pain, squirming like a vile ant.
No one wants to help her...
No one wants to help out any more...
She danced with her life, in exchange for only a cold, smelly copper plate.
The good woman who gave her the coins said she deserved it.
She doesn't feel wronged for herself, but she only earned a copper plate today, what can she buy? I can only get a pancake without filling. I can't even drink many bowls of porridge. Now my leg is hurt, and I won't be able to dance tomorrow. What should her child do... He's still so small and thin, and he's going to be hungry again belly...
Thinking of this, she couldn't take it any longer, she curled up in the sand and cried and cried, her voice was hoarse and mocking, she couldn't bear to hear it, and the people around her sighed and prepared to leave.
At this time, a dirty, foul-smelling child suddenly rushed over from the crowd.
The ink burned and rushed over, crying and drinking like a trapped beast: "Aniang! Aniang!!"
He hugs her.
A mean child, hug a mean mother.
Like an ant holding a mustard, a dog holding a duckweed.
When the woman saw him, panic and surprise flashed in her eyes. The woman was weak, and she was strong as a mother. She stopped crying immediately. Life was already too hard. Every day, she fell asleep in hell and woke up in purgatory. She didn't want to appear weak and helpless in front of her children.
The tears on her face were not dry, but she hurriedly smiled and said, "Oh, look at you, why are you here? A-niang is fine, a little hurt... Look... "
She stuffed him the sweaty copper plate she was carrying in her heart.
The ink shook his head uncontrollably, and watermarks were washed out on his small face.
"Enough for you to buy a cake, go... go and buy it back, A-Niang is waiting for you here, let's go home."
Family
Where is home
That dilapidated firewood house
Or a sheep pen that was driven out after sleeping for two days...
The ink burned and choked, and his eyes flashed with heat. He said: "Auntie, you sit, you wait."
"What are you going to do—you don't mess up—"
The ink burned to the side, picked up the knife, and shouted in a clear and loud voice, causing everyone who was about to disperse to look sideways.
"My uncles and aunts, young lady, please don't go! Please don't go! There is another unique skill, please show your respect and take a look at—"
He has spiritual energy in his body since he was a child. Although he has never cultivated, he is much stronger than ordinary unqualified people.
The ink burned the sturdy and sharp blade in his hand, his hands were strong, and with a low drink, he folded the knife in half and threw it on the ground.
The people around were startled, and some monks among the onlookers were even more surprised.
"This kid can do it."
"One more time!"
The ink burned and said, this time I took two, and I did the same, breaking the two blades together.
"Okay!!" Someone applauded.
"Three!"
The children piled up one by one, and the blades became thicker and harder to break, so the crowd became lively again.
"I beg your uncles and brothers, sister-in-law and sister-in-law to give some rewards, and I'll add more."
Those people wanted to watch the fun, so they threw the most worthless copper plate on the ground in front of him.
The ink burned for these copper plates, adding a knife after another, and in the end, the hand was full of blood, and it could no longer be folded. The carrion-eating vultures fluttered their dark wings and dispersed.
Mo Ran picked up the money, held it carefully with his dirty little hands, and walked to the mother who was stunned and tearful.
He smiled: "Auntie, it's enough to buy you medicine."
The woman's tears couldn't be contained any longer, and they rolled down: "Child... good boy... Let A-Niang see your hand..."
"I'm fine..." His smile was bright and pure, and it hurt her heart.
She hugged him tightly in her arms and kept choking: "It's A-Niang who is incompetent and can't take care of you well... For letting you be so young, you will suffer and suffer..."
"It's okay." Mo Ran said quietly in his mother's arms, "Aniang, with you, I don't feel bitter... I will accompany my mother well, and when I grow up, I will let my mother Have a good time."
The woman smiled and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "It doesn't matter if you don't have a good life, as long as you grow up in a healthy way, that's fine... that's enough."
Mo Ran nodded vigorously, and suddenly said softly: "Auntie, if I am successful in the future, you will no longer have to be wronged, no one can bully you, just those people, I will let them come over, Apologize to the mother one by one, if they refuse, I will let them dance on the knife, I…”
"Silly child, don't think so." The kind and gentle woman touched his hair and murmured, "Don't think so, don't hate anyone, A-Niang wants to see you become a good boy, promise Ah Mother, be a good-hearted person, okay?"
At that time, the ink burn was too small, like a young and tender seedling, with just a little external force, he would lean in that direction. His mother, who was not well literate, but with a simple heart, made his first lighthouse, so the little ink burned at that time, thought for a while, and finally said seriously: "Okay."
He said, "Auntie, I promise you."
"Well, in the future, if I... I can make a lot of money, I will build many, many houses for the homeless people to live in, and grow a lot of food for the people who can't get enough to eat..." He said. Mother said, "Auntie, then there will be no one like us today."
The woman lost her mind, and finally she sighed and said, "That's good."
The child also nodded and said, "That's good."
They didn't think at that time that the person who said such words would end up with bloody hands, stepping on the bones everywhere, walking in the wind among the vultures and black crows circling in the sky, and becoming the emperor who would bring disaster to the common people.
And there are very few Emperor Stepping Immortals who are in trouble for the common people, and they are not even willing to look back on this past. Promise of.
At that time, the ink burned because of the persuasion of the mother, no matter how difficult it was to live, there was never hatred, but how much, there would always be some unwillingness.
The days are still like this, juggling and performing, once it is lively, twice is boring, and the third time is boring. Gradually, they could not even get a single penny reward and could only make a living by begging.
Mo Ran remembered that there was a child of a rich man who was about the same age as him, and there was a huge black mole on the corner of his mouth. The child was sitting at the gate of the compound, holding a bowl in his hand. It was probably because the chopsticks made it difficult to use it, so he took a bamboo stick to poke it. Eat with golden crispy fried dumplings inside. The child is very picky, chewing off the dumpling stuffing inside, then spit out the outer skin and throw it on the ground to play with the dog.
He walked over cautiously and stood beside him watching.
The child was blinded by the stench and filth all over him, and exclaimed, "Who is it?!"
The ink burned and asked him gently: "Little son, this dumpling skin... can... can you give it to me?"
"For you? Why should I give it to you?"
"You... you don't eat either, so I just wanted to ask... "
"I don't want to eat it, and our family's wealth will also be eaten." The child pointed to the two fat dogs with slippery fur on the ground, and said angrily, "The dogs can't survive, how can I give them to you?!"
The ink burned and tried to sell a smiling face and said: "If the dog can't eat it..."
"How can you not eat it! They don't have enough braised pork every day, just dumpling skins, and two bites are gone. I don't have your share, go for a walk."
The ink burned when he heard the braised meat, his eyes fell on the two dogs, and suddenly he felt that such a fat dog, if it was cooked and eaten, it must...
He couldn't help but gulped at the two dogs.
This action fell into the eyes of the child. The child was stunned for a moment, and then shocked: "What are you thinking?"
"I didn't... I just..."
"Do you want to eat Wang Cai and Wang Fu?"
The ink burned and said: "No, no, I'm just too hungry, I can't help but think about it, I'm sorry..."
The little boy didn't care what he said, and when he heard "can't help thinking about it", his face changed in horror.
How could a child from a rich family like him understand that someone would be looking at the cute puppy guarding the door, and how could he think of food? He turned pale in shock, only to feel that the person in front of him was perverted and terrifying, so he shouted.
"Someone! Quick! Quickly drive him away from me!"
The servants came around and couldn't help but say, punching and kicking the ink. He tried his best to grab a few more fried dumplings on the ground in those punches that were neither light nor heavy, and held them tightly in his hands, letting others kick and rush. It didn't loosen either.
The little boy seemed to be frightened, he didn't want the dumplings left in his hand, he threw them on the ground together with the bamboo sticks, and ran away.
The ink burned and crawled hard over there, the thin body was beaten blue and purple, one eye was kicked, and the pain could not be opened, but when he reached out to grab the remaining dumplings, he still smiled happily. .
There are two left.
It's stuffed...
One for myself, one for my mother...
Or give both to my mother and eat the dumpling skins by yourself...
But he didn't even have time to carry the dumplings away. In the chaos, one of the family members stepped on his feet, smashing the dumplings strung on his bamboo skewers, the puff pastry shattered, and the meat filling became mud.
He just held the dirty and broken stick in a daze, and the fists and feet fell on him like raindrops. He didn't feel the pain, but when he saw that the dumplings could no longer be eaten, his tears flowed in a daze, from the swollen From the crevices of the eyelids, it dripped onto the dirty little face that could not see the facial features.
He just wanted to eat some of the leftovers from other children, what they didn't want.
Why wasted, broken, and turned into mud, it can't belong to him.
Later, Mo Ran became the son of life and death. Many people in the sect flattered him, sought after him, and even on his birthday, there would be people who couldn't talk about a few words to give him gifts and congratulations.
Those children who used to kneel on the ground to grab even a dumpling skin finally received a lot of praise and praise. He stood in front of a pile of congratulations carefully selected, but there was a vague fear in his heart.
He was afraid that these gifts would disappear soon, that they would be smashed, that a catastrophe might happen out of nowhere, and that everything in front of him would be the same as the dumplings he held in his hand. trampled. So he quickly ate all the things that could be used and all that could be eaten. If it was really unusable and uneatable, he dug out a small dark room in the disciple's room and put those exquisite The gifts are carefully hidden, counted and counted again every day.
Xue Meng also pointed at him and laughed at him at that time, laughing at him, saying: "Hahaha, it's just a box of pastries from the Qingfeng Pavilion snack shop in Lin'an. If you waste it, it will be wasted. , I'll fill it all in one meal, who will snatch it from you?"
At that time, he had just come to the summit of life and death, but in his heart, there was still great anxiety.
Therefore, in the face of his cousin's ridicule, he just grinned, the corners of his mouth were stained with crumbs, and then buried his head and continued to open another box of cakes to eat.
Xue Meng was surprised: "You have such a big appetite, don't you support it?"
All he cares about is eating.
"... If you can't eat it, don't eat it. Every year I celebrate my birthday, I get a lot of cakes. There's no reason to eat them all..."
The ink burned his cheeks, and he ate too quickly. In fact, he was a little choked, and his wet and dark eyes glanced at the boy opposite.
At that moment, he suddenly thought of the little boy he met when he was a child. He could be picky and picky, eat the stuffing of the fried dumplings, and feed the dogs with the skins.
Xue Meng also grew up like this, so he can say things like "if you can't eat it, throw it away" and "no one grabs you".
He was really, really, really envious of them.
Now he has finally become a well-known young man who can wear fine clothes and jade food, and he should be comfortable and splendid.
But he dared not.
The last thing he did was just grab the water glass next to him, gulped down a few mouthfuls of water, swallowed the choked snack into his stomach, and continued to hold on.
Later, he became the Emperor Treading Immortal.
The four wilds of Shenzhou are all in his pocket.
At that time, beauties, fine wine, food, gold and silver pearls, and Huacui treasures would all be brought to him by people from all over the world.
One day, a giant copper mine merchant came to Linyi, saying that he had obtained a rare ten thousand-year-old fire mysterious jade while digging, and he wanted to present it to the Emperor Treading Immortal.
There are too many ordinary people who hold treasures to ask for an official and a half-rank, or ask for a shadow, and the ink burns actually has no interest in paying attention.
But that day, it happened that Chu Wanning was ill and had cold symptoms. The ink burned and frowned, thinking that the fire Xuanyu can best drive away the cold, it is better to save the sick seedlings early, and save the whole day lying in bed, looking at the bad luck... So it was such a ghost, I met that one A wealthy businessman who came to deliver treasures.
The businessman was about the same age as him, he was slightly fat, and there was a huge black mole under the corner of his mouth with hair.
Mo Ran sat on the throne of Wushan Temple, with slender hands folded, his fingertips pointed at his chin, and looked at him silently, making the fat businessman see his legs and feet weak and sweaty vest.
After a long while, he shivered, his lips trembled, and suddenly he knelt down with a thud, kowtowed, and murmured, "Your Majesty, Xiaomin... Xiaomin..."
He was a small man for a long time, and he didn't know what to say. His fat body was shaking under the clothes made of melted gold thread.
The ink burned suddenly and smiled.
Even if there is only one relationship with this person, he will not forget it.
In front of the splendid wealthy mansion that year, the child with a black mole on the corner of his mouth burned with a kind of luxury that he thought he would never have in his life, eating that bowl of golden dumplings poked by bamboo skewers. Oily mouth, oily pastry.
He smiled and said, "You know, your fried dumplings are especially delicious."
Although he didn't taste it at all, he missed it for half his life.
The ink burned on the throne, watching the man below from panic to astonishment, from stunned to dazed, and from dazed to flattering, and chanting to please himself, saying that he would immediately invite the cook in his house to die. At the top, give it to the Emperor Treading Immortal.
At that moment, Mo Ran realized more clearly than ever that there are many people in this world who would rather kneel to lick the uppers of the strong than to bow their heads and give the weak a little mercy and kindness.
Mo Ran shook his head, trying to get rid of these past events in his mind.
In fact, he has rarely gone back to recall these past events, which is his weakness, and he doesn't want to ask for it anymore.
But asking from house to house, the situation of being rejected from house to house is so similar to the past, and he can't help loosening the shackles deep in his mind, allowing him to temporarily sink into the dark past.
He stared blankly for a while.
He thought that when he was young, he had promised his mother, "I won't hold grudges", and promised her, "To secure thousands of buildings, and to protect the world's poor people with joy"...
He didn't do it.
In the end, he killed the world, the last person who treated him well, killed Chu Wanning, and killed his master.
Chu nightning...
Mo Ran thought of him, and there was a pain in his heart. He subconsciously took out the thin paper that Ning Xiao thought of Chu night from his arms. The paper was already a little wrinkled. He pursed his lips and raised his hand silently, trying to smooth the paper, but when his hand touched it, blood stuck to it.
He almost immediately retracted his hand in panic, afraid to touch it again for fear of soiling the portrait.
Walking from Fifth Street to Third Street, he continued to ask one by one unwillingly, but the ghosts all said, "I have never seen such a man in the portrait."
He was walking alone in the endless night, the night was so dark and so long, it seemed that no matter how hard he walked, he would never be able to walk until dawn. The ink burned and finally got a little tired. He didn't drop the water, and he didn't eat the rice. It was really unsupportable. Just in time, he saw a wonton stall in Yazikou paying out, and someone was selling supper, so he went to buy a bowl and ate it quietly into his stomach while people were not paying attention.
The food in the ghost world is cold, not even the wontons are hot.
Mo Ran took out the soul-inducing lamp, took a spoon, and handed it to the soul-inducing lamp: "Do you eat it, Master?"
Of course, the Master would not respond.
The ink burned by himself, and he said while eating: "But you don't like wontons, you like sweets. I will find you when I look back, let's go back, and I will make cakes for you every day."
In the silent night, a person is sitting in front of a lonely supper stall accompanied by a lamp. The night is rustling, and occasionally a few dead leaves are chasing by, and the underworld seems to be very peaceful at this time.
"Peach blossom cake, sweet-scented osmanthus candy, walnut cake, cloud slice cake..." He counted the same with the soul lamp, as if Chu Wanning would be willing to pay attention to him when he heard it. After counting for a while, the ink burned and smiled bitterly, " Master, where is your other earth soul?"
The young man's slender hand stretched out and gently touched the silk face of the soul lamp, just like when he was thirty years old, Chu nightning died, he held the corpse in his arms, fascinated, stunned, He said "Chu nightning, I hate you so much", but lowered his head and kissed his face.
"Baby, did you just come here?"
Suddenly, a broken gong-like voice sounded. The old man who sold wontons had his eyes dim, and fumbled to sit next to him. He should have died of old age, and his dark face was shriveled and shrunken like poplar trees in the desert. He took out a cigarette from the shroud, bit it in his mouth, and then took the kindness and troublesomeness unique to the elderly, and went over to chat with the ink.
Mo Ran sucked his nose, turned back and smiled: "Well, the first day."
"Yeah, look at your eyes. Ask, why did you leave at such a young age?"
"Going crazy."
"Oh..." The old man sucked the smoke without fire, "It's a fairy."
"Well." Mo Ran nodded, looked at him, not very hopeful, but still took out the picture scroll in his arms and said, "Old man, I want to find someone, this is my master, and he came down not long ago. Yes. I wonder if you have seen him?"
The old man took the painting, stooped and leaned under the lamp, squinting his shadowy eyes, and looked at it slowly for a long time.
Mo Ran sighed and wanted to take the painting back: "It's okay, I asked a lot of people, it doesn't matter if you don't know, anyway, everyone is like this..."
"I've seen him."
"!" Mo Ran was shocked, and he rushed with blood almost instantly, and hurriedly grabbed him, "Old man, have you seen him?!? You, you are not wrong?"
"That's right." The old man sat cross-legged on the bench and pinched his feet. "You don't see a few people who look like this throughout the year, and they can't run away. It's your master."
Mo Ran has stood up, feeling abrupt, and bowed to the old man again, looked up and said earnestly: "The old man pointed me."
"Oh, little baby, you don't have to be so polite. Everyone is a ghost, and you will be reborn again in a blink of an eye. The memories you can have in your previous life will only be left for ten or eight years. The old man's son went early, and it hurts to see your baby. ." He wiped away his tears and rubbed his snot with his sleeve again, and then said, "The first street ahead, that special palace, have you seen it?"
"See, where is the master?"
"Yeah, that's right there."
"What's that place?"
"It's the other palace of the fourth ghost king." The old man sighed, "The four ghost kings don't live here, but they deliberately asked their subordinates to build a palace in Nanke Township, not for anything else, but to collect the beauties of the underworld. They are all under house arrest. The four kings are sexually promiscuous. After a while, he will personally come to the palace to select concubines, men and women are not taboo. The selected ones are taken directly to the fourth floor of hell. If they are not selected, it is said that they will be rewarded to their subordinates to play with. , alas, you said this world-"
Before he could finish his words, he saw that the little fairy beside him was already holding up the lantern next to him, and he broke into the vast night like a wolf dog.
The old man was stunned for a moment, and then he was envious. He murmured slowly: "Young is good, you can run really fast..."