Langri closed his eyes heavily and waited for him to open it again. He appeared in the crowded crowd. The people around him were ragged and unkempt. Langri himself was one of them. He was pushed and crowded in the crowd and moved forward slowly. The group of slaves were all waiting to give alms, one with a broken bowl, one with a mouthful of porridge, no dry food, and everyone was hungry.

It was Langri's turn, and he stretched out his hand. Inside was the broken bowl. An old lady was serving the porridge mechanically to each bowl that stretched over, and would not look up at the slaves.

Langri got the porridge and was about to leave. A slave who was not in line with order suddenly ran over and snatched the porridge bowl from Langri's hand. He drank it in big gulps. Langri was stunned, and the aunt who was giving the porridge was also stunned, "Why are you like this? You snatch children's things!"

The slave who grabbed the porridge didn't care about this. After drinking the porridge for a few sips, he threw the bowl on the ground and ran away. Lang Ri looked straight at the broken bowl of porridge, avoiding the crowd and picking it up and leaving.

"Come on that little slave, I'll serve you another bowl." The old lady called Langri, and Langri turned around, "I'm not a slave, I have a name."

This scene made the people next to him see it. A man in a black cloak took off his hat and showed his firm face, brown hair, a scar on his left eye, and a beautiful blue right eye. A girl of six or seven years old sat in front of the man. There was a pair of big sea blue eyes on her fair face. She touched her father's beard backwards. The man in black lowered his head and leaned against the little girl's ear.

"Just him, father, okay?"

The man raised his head, "But he is Han?"

"But I just want him." The little girl's tone was no longer like a child of this age. She looked at Lang Ri's back stubbornly and uttered it firmly.

"Okay, listen to my little Haoyue, it's him." The man touched his beard.

Therefore, he did not admit that he was a slave to the slave, and the twelve-year-old Yi Langri was sold to the father and daughter by the slave owner.

"Can you ride a horse?" the tall man said to the thin Yi Langri.

Langri was about to shake his head, then nodded again. The last time he rode a horse was a few years ago. His family was not ruined yet. He was still a young master and he was riding a horse in front of his father.

"Very good, get on the horse. Our home is still far away. You need to ride one alone and follow us home. Do you know?" The man's tone was hard but not cold. He handed the reins to Langri, which was a maroon horse that looked taller than Langri.

Langri tried hard to climb up, and the man and his daughter had already gotten on another horse. The little girl poked her head out and looked at him and smiled.

The girl and the man looked like people from the Central Plains, but Lang Ri had big yellow-skinned and black eyes. He looked at the girl with brown hair and blue eyes. The girl raised her head and raised her pointed chin. The most attractive thing was her eyes, which were sea blue, so beautiful that it was suffocating. She couldn't extricate herself when she saw it in.

The girl looked up at her father and waved her hand. The man lowered her head and leaned in her daughter's ear. She suddenly laughed, "You have to say it yourself." The girl pouted and was very cute. She looked at Langri, took out a steamed bun from her arms and threw it to Langri, "So."

Lang Ri subconsciously took the thing that was thrown over and took it in his hand to see it was a warm steamed bun.

"Eat quickly," the girl smiled. The man had turned around and galloped with his daughter on a horse.

Langri learned to slap their horses and ran, and in the sunset, the three of them rode towards the desert.

They returned to the tribe, Langri dismounted and followed the man back to their residence. Langri had his originally handsome face. The girl handed him new clothes, with colorful strips embroidered on the edges of the clothes. Langri was dressed up, and the girl looked at him, "You turn around and I'll take a look."

Lang Ri was stunned for a moment, and obediently turned around and looked at the girl.

"I need to turn it over."

Langri turned around again and looked at the girl strangely.

"This dress is very suitable for you. You must not look better when wearing Han Chinese clothes." The girl smiled with her chin raised.

"Do you have a name?" The man also appeared, behind the girl, the tall figure, Lang Ri almost only reached his armpit.

"My name is Langri, Yi Langri." The man glanced at the girl, and the two laughed loudly, and Langri grew up on the desert and the Central Plains border since childhood. His father had been doing trade with foreigners, so he knew them, and because he met many foreigners, most of them were bold, straightforward, and their tempers were very different from those of the Han people.

"It's such a coincidence. Do you know what my daughter's name is? Her name is Haoyue. Haoyue is very coincidence. In the words of you Chinese, what is it? It's not that the whole family doesn't enter the family, isn't that what?"

Lang Ri was a little helpless, and he was overwhelmed by the sudden changes that occurred within the day and was speechless for a moment.

The girl greeted her father again, and the man lowered his head, but the girl still smiled and said something in his ear.

"You have to tell him yourself." The man pretended to frown, and the girl pulled her father's clothes and pouted.

The man smiled, "My daughter said he likes you very much. You are a pretty young man and are very lucky to be taken by my daughter."

Lang Ri opened his eyes wide in surprise, and the girl named Haoyue still looked at him with pride and smiled.

Lang Ri then looked at the little girl's father, which was Haoyue and his later master. His life change began with that girl. Perhaps it was because of his stubbornness at that time. Among so many slaves, these sea-blue eyes suddenly saw him, and it was the moment he looked at him that his fate changed.

He came to the wolf-slaying clan and was adopted by Qi Jige, the leader of the tribe.

Langri's dream ended and he also completed his memories of the first period. He slowly opened his eyes. It was already early in the morning and it was a dream again. He squeezed out a smile. This was much better than what he dreamed of a few days ago. After all, although Haoyue in the dream was young, he was at least smiling. Haoyue still loved to laugh and looked the best when she smiled.

His sense of Haoyue became stronger in the southeast, which was also the reason why he came here. He searched for Haoyue for five years. Because of this strong periodic response, he firmly believed that she was still in the world, whether in dreams or in reality.

Those who dreamed that night not only came to Langri in the new place, but also Xiuyuan who slept in the former residence.

Dreams seem to have become the best connection between ordinary people and souls or strange things in reality. Xiuyuan saw a sand dune in the dream, walking deep and shallow. Turning back, it was indeed the injured silver fox.

The silver fox looked at himself with big black eyes, and his eyes were as beautiful as black gems. Xiu Yuan looked at the petite livestock and blurted out, "Unswer."

He opened his eyes suddenly and felt his chest tightening and a boiling feeling. Xiu Yuan lifted his clothes and saw the golden swastika on his chest emitting a golden light in the dark room.

Buyu suddenly couldn't breathe, so she ran out of the cave, holding the big tree beside the cave and gasped continuously. The feeling of stuffiness was relieved after a long time.

Unswervingly wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and raised his head. The tree ahead was actually wearing a lazy white dress. Bai Luoyan was looking at her.

"Why are you here?" Buyu's voice was a little unhappy.

"I said I was rushing over to you because I felt your discomfort?" Bai Luoyan's cynical tone did not win unswerving favor.

"Don't you take the bamboo forest as the boundary, are you going up and down? Don't change it casually and come to us." Buyu tidied up his clothes and looked at him with a serious face.

"That's right," Bai Luoyan turned over and got down from the bamboo, approaching Buyu. Buyu was caught off guard by his sudden approach. She clearly smelled the familiar fragrance on his body, and Buyu retreated continuously. "But I was really bored at night, so I ran over to see you."

Buyu frowned. Sure enough, these two wolf demons were not at all at all these days and were monitoring them. Luo Yan looked at her serious expression teasingly, "You seem to be afraid of me, Buyu." "By the way, why do you know my name?" Buyu seemed to suddenly remember something and looked at him face.

Luo Yan chuckled and continued to play with his hair that looked frivolous than himself. His narrow eyes emitted a strange light in the night. "You don't know a lot about me, and more will be more, but you will know in the future."

Buyu looked at him with his eyes squinted. This strange wolf demon was not as fierce and cruel as the legendary Northwest Wolf Clan. He seemed even more weird and smarter.

"Because, you are the nine-tailed fox demon, do you understand?" Luo Yan smiled and was stunned. Before he could say anything, Bai Luoyan disappeared in a flash.

Unswervingly watched Luo Yan disappear quickly, he stood there stupidly at a loss.

Seeing Luo Yan coming in with a smile, Luo Bing stopped dressing up, "Why are you so happy?"

Luo Yan's head was leaning against Luo Bing's ear, "Because I'm happy."

"Saying some nonsense," Luo Bing turned his head to look at his younger brother, "Why are you happy?"

Luo Bing lay on the side of the stone, "Secret." Luo Bing made a disdainful voice, "If you like to talk or not."

In the early morning, Xiuyuan finally waited for the morning sunshine under the torture of half-dream and half-awake all night. After cleaning, he walked out of the room. The unique wet but fresh air that was unique in the morning suddenly penetrated into his body, which made Xiuyuan wake up immediately.

"Xuyuan," Xiuyuan turned his head across the corridor platform, and saw Lang Ri wave to him.

"Brother, I got up so early," Xiuyuan quickly walked to Langri, "Did you sleep well yesterday?"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 �

Seeing Lang Ri wearing a Chinese outfit, Xiu Yuan looked at it, "This dress is very well-fitting. Do you know the big brother's habits?"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             �

"Is that true?" Xiu Yuan was very curious about Langri's experience. "I heard from my father that my eldest brother was adopted by a master from a foreigner."

"Yes, my family was in business in the early years, but later my family was ruined and my parents died of illness. I went to the point of becoming a slave. When I was twelve, I was taken away by my master and his daughter, and went to the desert to start my later life in the clan."

"Clan?" Xiu Yuan emphasized these two words, "What kind of place is that?" Lang Ri smiled, "They are the wolf-slaying clan."

"Slaying the Wolf?" Xiu Yuan's voice increased, "Does it really make a living by killing wolves?" "It's a long story," Lang Ri let out a meaningful breath, "I have lived in the desert for more than ten years. It is different from the Central Plains, and there are many strange stories and monsters. The place where I live is where the wolf demons are rampant. Our tribe is called the Wolf Slayer, but in fact they are killed by the wolf demons."

"Wolf Demon?" Xiu Yuan repeated it in a low voice. When he heard this word, a name suddenly sounded in his mind. In fact, the first monster he really came into contact with in his life was probably unswerving, a nine-tailed fox demon, so he simply avoided Lang Ri's topic, "Oh, what kind of place is there in the big brother?" Lang Ri smiled and recalled the wolf-slaying tribe, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, "There is azure blue there, the houses are all white walls and blue roofs. Although it is in the desert, it is surrounded by an oasis. The water is green, the scenery is beautiful, and it is really beautiful."

"White walls and blue roofs," as Lang Ri described it, Xiu Yuan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "It's really a black house different from the Central Plains."

"Most of the people in the Central Plains are humble and conservative. Unlike the wolf-slaying tribe, the people there are very enthusiastic and never hide their emotions when expressing their emotions. In short, compared to the Central Plains, I prefer there, and there is not so much intrigue. Look at me, I have lived there for more than ten years, are you the same as the people there, and my appearance and figure are taller than those in the Central Plains." Lang Ri laughed out loud.

"So taller is related to water and soil?" Xiu Yuan also laughed, "What happened later? Why did you leave there?"

Lang Ri's smile gradually faded away, and his expression became serious. It was obvious that this evoked bad memories from him. Xiuyuan realized that he might have asked something he shouldn't have asked, and immediately added, "If it's inconvenient for brother, you can say it, Xiuyuan didn't ask."
Chapter completed!