Outside Shulewei City, at the ruined temple on the mountainside, Zhao Qian stood outside the temple, looking through the lush woods at the war in Shulewei City in the distance.
Ninety-nine percent of travelers are hiding there, trying to get a piece of the pie.
It was getting late, so he turned around and lit the hay in the temple on a dark pile of embers.
The weather was a little weird today, plus he stayed in that dark hall for a long time, which made him a little unsure of the time.
Carefully lighting the dry grass on the ground with the match in his hand, he slowly added some wet firewood collected from the woods to the fire.
In fact, there is dry firewood in a place in the corner of the temple, but it seems that some people have used up all the firewood.
Sitting next to the slowly smoking fire, Zhao Qian took out a bottle of mineral water and compressed biscuit-like food from the ticket space on his wrist, and ate it regardless of the image.
"Come out."
Halfway through eating, he stopped, put the remaining half of the biscuit into his mouth and drank some saliva.
He looked outside the temple door, which was already dark.
The long sword he picked up from the hall was now in his hand.
"tread."
There was a sound of footsteps on the broken bluestone outside the temple gate, and Zhao Qian looked at it.
A man dressed in night clothes and wearing a crown that reaches the sky.
He walked up step by step, his pace was neither hasty nor slow.
He was humming a tune in an unintelligible dialect.
It was strange.
Zhao Qian looked at the man and saw that the distance it took for him to take one step was the distance that an average person would take.
But his span is not very big.
"Excuse me."
When he arrived at the temple gate, the man stopped, stood outside the temple gate which had long since disappeared, saluted and said.
"No" Before he finished speaking, he realized that the man was not talking to him.
It was the clay sculpture in the center of the temple that had long lost its head.
The statue was already dilapidated, and there was no incense candle on the broken incense altar in front of it. wack.
He walked in, and Zhao Qian finally saw this man clearly.
A not so handsome face and a sword in his hand.
The sword was nothing special, but the guy's hands were good, much more supple than some modern girls' hands.
The sky blue linen clothes on his body were stained with a lot of red and black blood.
He walked in, spread hay not far from the fire in front of Zhao in the temple, and fell asleep.
From beginning to end, he never exchanged a word with Zhao Qian.
Zhao Qian looked at him, a little confused.
He also thought that since this person didn't provoke him, there was no need for him to cause trouble.
After all, judging from certain circumstances, I can only be considered middle-low among travelers.
After thinking about it, he threw a bag of compressed biscuits towards the sleeping man and started to add firewood to the fire next to him.
It's night.
Various strange calls that were not often heard during the day began to be heard in the mountains and forests, and the howling of wolves could even be heard in some places in the distance.
Zhao Qian was lying on the hay under him.
His consciousness was very clear, but he was only half awake and half asleep.
Even the slightest movement could wake him up at any time.
As he fell asleep, he actually cherished every minute and every second of rest.
Because according to a certain situation, that war will basically end tonight, and he must go all out to meet the new mission.
Yes, he is not worried that his side will lose, even if the city has long been lost.
Those dense zombie armies gave him strong confidence.
Because he didn't know the existence of Bai Yunfei and Feng Changqing.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" There was a faint sound of music coming from nowhere.
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Zhao Qian stood up in shock and sat cross-legged, holding the long sword in his hand tightly.
The blade of the sword reflected a cold light under the moonlight and firelight.
The sword in his hand was unsheathed.
The man not far away fell asleep quietly, as if he didn't hear him.
The bag of biscuits I threw to him was gone, and I don’t know when he ate it.
Pure music should be made by some instrument.
He looked outside the temple, which was still dark, with only a few broken moonlight beams.
This kind of thing, placed in some stories, has long been used as a plot point, but I didn't expect it to happen to me. ghost monster He added another stick to the dwindling fire to make it burn brighter.
The sound is closer.
He looked towards the direction of the approaching sound of musical instruments outside the temple.
A graceful figure stood out in the darkness of the forest.
She walked closer and closer.
Woman?
"The night is long and I have no intention of sleeping."
He looked at the moonlight shining on the man bit by bit, his delicate face and extremely attractive figure, holding a flute in his hand.
It was obviously the source of the sound just now.
"It will be dawn soon."
She-wolf, a word popped out of his mind, he stood up and said, his body muscles tensing instinctively and subconsciously.
It was as if he already knew something about her.
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"Then it's better to go to the slave's home"
"No."
Zhao Qian stood there, looking at her.
The person next to him seemed not to hear anything, and the woman seemed not to see him.
"only" "roll" She wanted to continue but was cut off by the sound coming out of her teeth from this boy who didn't play by the rules at all.
Holding the sword tightly in her hand, this woman is definitely something more terrifying than a zombie.
Before he finished speaking, he watched the woman in front of him with a look of embarrassment and anger transform from a charming girl into a big wolf with sharp teeth and claws.
It faced the temple door and pounced in. s: The stronger mode is on.
I always felt like I was struggling before.
Since he is the protagonist, let’s make him stronger.
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