Transformed into a peasant girl, seduced men and raised children to bring prosperity to the whole fa

The young man's eyes trembled, and when Chu Changfeng touched him, he suddenly resisted violently.

"Don't touch me! I won't go!"

He dodged and even tried to run towards the door.

Shen Zhi frowned. This voice... why does it sound familiar?

Before she could react, Chu Changfeng had already grabbed the boy and dragged him into the house.

Although he was used to the pain of the wound, he was weak all over and could be easily caught with a little effort.

Being caught by Chu Changfeng and brought into the house, the young man had a desperate look on his face and lowered his head, trying hard not to let them see his appearance clearly.

Chu Changfeng fixed him on the chair, sat on his left and began to treat his wounds.

The wound on the broken arm was so big that Chu Changfeng scraped out the pus while the boy endured it without saying a word.

He glanced at him and wondered how he had the strength to steal things with such injuries.

"Raise your head. If you keep your head down like this, you will put pressure on your cervical spine and you will definitely have a headache soon," said Shen Zhi.

The young man shuddered and curled up even more, wanting to bury his head in his legs.

After cleaning the wound, Chu Changfeng applied a little more medicine. The medicine was made of hemostatic herbs mixed with spiritual spring water, and it was very effective.

After treating and bandaging the wound, he said: "You must not let water touch your wound. With such an injury, you'd better not steal things in the future. You are really risking your life."

The boy's eyelashes trembled and tears filled his eyes.

Shen Zhi didn't know how to comfort them. There were so many refugees waiting outside the city without food. If they didn't find a way out themselves, they would probably have starved to death.

It's all just to survive.

"Go away, and don't come here again, and don't steal things from other people's homes again." Shen Zhi said.

Tears rolled down the boy's eyes, and he suppressed his voice, not daring to make a sound.

After a long while, he stood up crookedly. The wound on his left shoulder was so painful that he had lost all feeling.

Maybe he wasn't used to having arms, so he always walked a little unsteadily.

Seeing him slowly moving to the door, Chu Changfeng suddenly called him.

He glanced at Shen Zhi, and Shen Zhi nodded.

Soon, he went to the kitchen and got a bag of steamed buns and handed them to the boy, "These should be enough for you to eat for two days, let's go."

The boy stared blankly at the bag of white and soft steamed buns, hesitated for a moment, and finally looked up.

He glanced at Shen Zhi and Chu Changfeng through his messy hair, trying hard to remember their appearance.

He might never see them again.

They are kind brothers and sisters...

In the end, he took the steamed bun.

Shen Zhi stared at his back, seeing that he couldn't walk in a straight line and was unconsciously walking in the wrong direction, feeling depressed.

She lowered her eyes to his feet. Looking at his walking posture, she was stunned for a moment and also felt a little familiar, as if she had seen it before somewhere.

Staring at his legs, the scene of moon-white brocade boots stepping on the ground and the hem of the blue brocade clothes flying suddenly appeared in my head.

In an instant, that scene overlapped with the black and dirty straw sandals falling to the ground and the rags trousers fluttering in the wind.

The tip of her nose felt sore.

But she couldn't tell the young master with rosy lips, white teeth and a bright and noble look from the same person as the thief and vagrant with a broken arm, disheveled hair and ragged clothes.

Chu Changfeng realized that something was wrong with her mood and patted her on the back, "What's wrong?"

Shen Zhi's eyes were red. She opened her mouth and spoke with difficulty, "Qin...Qin Jiuan?"

Chu Changfeng's eyes suddenly narrowed.

The young man's back trembled violently, and his thin ankles shook like a sieve.

His head was buzzing and he couldn't think of anything. He just ran.

He ran with great effort and pulled the door to escape.

But he was caught by Chu Changfeng.

"Let me go!! Let me go!"

My voice became hoarse with excitement.

Chu Changfeng restrained him and pushed aside the messy hair that was covering his face. A familiar yet unfamiliar face came into view.

Shen Zhi quickly moved closer to take a look.

The familiar face with a little baby fat is now very thin, but you can still see some of its former outlines.

The eyes are still the same eyes.

It’s just that before, these eyes were always squinting, like a lazy and shy kitten, but now these eyes are filled with tears, and there is no longer the former vigor and vitality in them, only struggle and despair.

Her eyes were hot, "You...how did you become like this?"

Chu Changfeng was shocked. "Qin Jiuan... is it really you? How did you get here? How did you become like this? You... you..."

When he asked the last question, looking at Qin Jiuan's lifeless face, he couldn't continue.

The pillar where he was tied looked puzzled, so did this family know this little cripple?

Shen Zhi: "Isn't your grandfather the richest man? How come you..."

Yes, how could she forget? She heard from Wu Ya and others that his grandfather was dead.

Killed by the rebels.

The landlords in Linhe County were also robbed of their gold, silver and treasures, and only a handful of them survived.

Qin Jiuan's current state seems to be lucky to some extent.

At least I'm still alive.

Qin Jiuan gritted his teeth, his neck was tense, and his whole body was like a taut string.

His arms are gone. It’s hard to imagine how a rich boy who was spoiled since childhood could survive.

To Shen Zhi, he had helped her a lot and was a kind, greedy, and cute little boy.

In her heart, she treated him as a half brother.

Taking a deep breath, she supported his right arm and said, "Qin Jiuan, come with us into the house."

Chu Changfeng patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go!"

Qin Jiuan gritted his teeth, tears rolled down and fell into his mouth, tasting salty and bitter.

He suppressed the sobs that came from the corners of his mouth. In this blood-filled world, all his relatives had left him.

Along the way, he didn't see anyone he knew.

Sometimes he felt dazed, as if he had entered another world, a world that belonged only to him.

He missed his grandfather, his grandparents, and his parents, but they were all gone.

Even Aunt Qin, who had been taking care of him since he was a baby, died trying to save him.

He was in a daze and had long forgotten what it felt like to live a good life.

When he suddenly met Chu Changfeng and Shen Zhi, he was so excited that his heart was beating violently.

This made him realize that he was not alone.

There are still people in this world that he knows.

But... he is no longer the same person he used to be.

He had long lost the halo of the young master of the Qin family, and he had even become a cripple who could do nothing.

He couldn't accept being seen by familiar people in his current state of being neither human nor ghost.

But... he couldn't help but feel happy when they recognized him. They recognized him!

They care about him!

It was as if someone handed him a life-saving straw before he died.

Chu Changfeng sighed slightly, hugged the young boy, patted his back gently, and comforted him: "Man, why are you crying?"