After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

It's a pity that the flying man only had time to fly for a while, and fell to the ground not far away with a slap, and seemed to have passed out, and he was completely motionless.

He fell quite flatteringly, his back was facing Yan Huaiyin, and the point of the knife just passed by his back, and at this moment, a bloody gash was placed in front of Yan Huaiyin.

Yan Huaiyin glanced over the edge of the knife, looking at the person who was slashing at him with the knife.

The man couldn't make a single blow, he was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he was running towards Yan Huaiyin with his feet lifted.

He vacated his shed, waiting for this kind of helpless young man.

The young man in front of him could tell at a glance that his parents were dead, and he took his younger sister to live among the refugees.

Such a person may still have good things from his parents before they died.

The eyes of the man who rushed towards Yan Huaiyin were fierce. When he saw Yan Huaiyin standing there motionless, he seemed to be frightened into a fool, and a sneer could not be restrained from the corner of his mouth.

This kind of half-grown boy like a fool, even if he doesn't have any good things on him, he will slaughter them and save them first. After a few days, these tens of thousands of refugees will go crazy with hunger. Human/flesh wealth.

Thinking of this, the man's hand holding the knife became stronger and stronger, but when he was close enough to Yan Huaiyin, the thoughts in his mind stopped abruptly.

He saw Yan Huai's eyes hidden behind the disheveled hair.

There was no trace of fear, not even a hint of a smile.

The string in the man's brain snapped, and when he realized it again, the scene in his eyes became an endless dark sky.

The tip of the knife was about to poke into Yan Huaiyin's eyes, but the young man just raised his hand and grabbed the man's attacking wrist. He hugged his sister and twisted it loosely, and the man who was rushing towards him fell away. One, was thrown to the ground severely.

The next moment, a foot stepped on his neck.

The foot stepped on his neck, Yan Huaiyin bent slightly to meet the man's gaze.

The young man even held Yan Xiuqing in his arms, but his eyes were full of bright smiles.

Yan Huaiyin freed one hand, took the wrist holding the knife, and pinched it lightly. I don't know which acupuncture point he pinched. The man felt a sharp soreness on his wrist. He loosened his five fingers, and the knife rolled to the ground.

His pupils opened suddenly, regardless of the feet on his neck, he was about to struggle to get up.

But in the next moment, a cold sword blade was attached to his wrist.

Yan Huaiyin asked with a smile, "You just wanted to kill me?"

There was a gentle smile on his face, and what he said was a question, but there was cold impatience in his words.

It's like suppressing too much hatred, going on a rampage, and can't find a place to vent it.

"You killed me with your right hand," Yan Huaiyin said with a smile without waiting for his answer, "It's not too much for me to cut you with only your right hand, right?"

Just like being thrown to the ground, the man didn't have time to react, he just felt the blade of his right hand being pressed down suddenly.

The sky and the earth were all silent, and there were scattered refugees scattered around the shed.

They shot a line of sight in the dark, silently watching the confrontation, and they all held their breath at this time.

On the ground, the man's right arm twitched violently, and blood gushed out from his right hand, instantly staining the soil under his hand bright red.

The man fluttered so fiercely that some of the blood on his hands stained Yan Huaiyin's fingertips, and even some of his thin wrists.

Yan Huaiyin impatiently tapped the man's cheek with the blade, but still kindly reminded: "If you dare to scream, I'll cut another one."

Hearing this sentence, the screaming man swallowed back the howl he was about to blurt out.

All that was left was the warm blood gushing from his wrist.

After slowly wiping the blood from the dagger on his clothes, Yan Huaiyin straightened up, let go of the man's foot, and said softly, "Don't let me see you again."

Maybe it was because his appearance was too ferocious, the man clutched his wrist whose palm had been cut off, and ran away trembling and crawling without even saying a word of cruelty.

Only one twitching palm remained.

Yan Huaiyin has never been interested in other people's hands, he was about to leave when his eyes glanced aside.

The flying man was still lying there pitifully.

The knife edge on his back was facing Yan Huaiyin.

It seemed to be talking silently, how did he block a knife for him just now.

The boy paused for a moment, finally walked over, bent down and patted his cheek lightly.

Yan Huaiyin raised his eyebrows instead of patting the flying man awake.

The face under his hands, even though it is covered with mud, can be seen after all with handsome features and handsome features, it is a top-notch appearance.

Even if he looks like a kid in his early teens.

Still a child.

The child was all dirty and dusty, Yan Huaiyin took a quick glance and saw that besides the injury on his back, his curled up body was covered with layers of new and old injuries.

Yan Huaiyin, who didn't even frown when facing the person who came to chop him with a knife, sighed, rubbed his forehead, took out a silver ingot from his pocket, and put it in the little flying man's hand.

It was the only coin in his arms, such a large ingot, even among the refugees, it was enough for him to buy food for more than ten days.

The young man said in a low voice, "We don't owe each other, okay?"

After saying this, Yan Huaiyin got up and walked away with his sister in his arms.

But before he took a few steps, he felt two heads popping out from behind a tung tree not far away.

He was vigilant and sensitive by nature, and soon realized that those two eyes were not on him, but on the unconscious child lying behind him.

The two of them hid behind the tree motionless since just now, and witnessed everything that happened just now. Seeing that Yan Huaiyin was about to leave, they finally couldn't help showing their heads.

As soon as they saw the child, they saw the grandson furtively looking at the baby in his arms.

They followed all the way, but they were hardly found.I wanted to grab it hard, but the two men couldn't grab a child.

Fortunately, the child was also beaten badly by them. When he was running away, he accidentally turned his head and crashed into Yan Huaiyin's side.

Realizing that the evil spirit Yan Huaiyin was not going to meddle in other people's business, the two breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they had reached a tacit understanding with him, they were about to come out and run to the child.

But in the next moment, they watched the young man holding his sister walk a few steps, and suddenly stopped.

The boy's back, which had been straight all the time, bent slightly as if admitting defeat, and let out an inaudible sigh.

He turned and folded back.

He seems to be walking in a beautiful scenery, with his head slightly lowered, with a sense of leisure born from his bones.

The hand that was only holding the younger sister was slightly slanted, revealing a white and thin wrist, still stained with scarlet blood, and a short sword was loosely held in the thin fingertips.

The blade of the dagger was shiny, and he hung it on his fingertips, as if holding a pool of daylight and moonlight.

It was facing the direction of the two people behind the tree.

After a while, the eyes behind the tree disappeared.

The child looked like he was only in his early ten years old, and looked like he was about to crunch at any time, but Yan Huaiyin took his arms and dragged him into the shed, and it lasted more than a quarter of an hour.

After dragging the person into the shed, Yan Huaiyin sat beside the child, and it took him a while to recover.

His body was already sickly, and it was alright if he took good care of it before, but now it has been ruined for two days, and he looks like he is dying.

Looking at the two unconscious people at the same time, Yan Huaiyin decisively hugged his sister.

He kicked the child lying on the ground with his toes, and there was a little smile in his voice: "I'll go find some water first, and if you're not dead when I get back, I'll think about how to save you."

It was dark early in the early spring, and when he came back after finding water, the sky had already been stained with ink, and the refugees who had been paralyzed outside during the day retreated to their sheds one by one at night.

Yan Huaiyin's shed is located on the edge of the refugee group, so it's easy to find if it stands alone.

Just like when he went out in the afternoon, the boy bent down and entered the shed, and was surrounded by darkness that stretched out his hands.

The only difference is that the child who was still lying on the ground in the afternoon has disappeared.

The next moment when he realized this, Yan Huaiyin only felt a faint gust of wind blowing from the back of his neck, and the next moment, a pair of hands grabbed the collar at the back of his neck and pulled it back fiercely.

He only had time to gently throw Yan Xiuqing in his arms onto the wooden bed, when Yan Huaiyin was pulled and fell to the ground with a bang.

He felt a pain in his back, and his throat was itchy, and he wanted to cough.

But before he could cough, a person sat on his waist.

The cough was deformed by the pressure, and suddenly turned into a muffled snort pressed in the throat.

Yan Huaiyin was already accustomed to the pain. The moment he lay on the ground, he was able to cope with it. His waist was fixed and he couldn't move. When the young man's shoulders and neck tilted, the hand that came to pinch his neck was gone.

At the same time, the dagger in his right hand came out of its sheath and slipped into the palm of his hand.While breathing, Yan Huaiyin raised her body with her left hand propped on the ground.

All in the blink of an eye, the tip of the dagger was precisely on the neck of the body in the dark.

His condition is not very good, and the people around him are not much better. He has just woken up from a coma, so he can only use the strength he has accumulated for a long time to sneak up on Yan Huaiyin. strength.

Not only did he think so, but Yan Huaiyin, who was sitting by him, also thought of this. The young man raised his chin in the dark, and was about to let the person on him roll off, when he felt his neck under the dagger suddenly fall.

The lunatic on his body, disregarding his own life and death, desperately wanted to bite Yan Huaiyin even if his neck would be cut open by a dagger.

Yan Huaiyin only had time to tilt his head, but the person on his back lowered his head, and instead of biting his neck, he bit hard on his collarbone.

The muffled grunt with the sound of pain finally blurted out, the person biting his collarbone was like a dog, with canine teeth sunk into the soft skin, once he got his hands, he was reluctant to let it out again.

Yan Huaiyin's bitten hand trembled, his fingertips loosened, and the dagger rolled aside.

He clenched his fists and punched the abdomen of the person on him several times.

In the endless darkness, the two were entangled with each other like beasts torn apart, neither willing to give the other an inch.

Yan Huaiyin punched countless times, and finally one punch hit the ribs of the person on his body. Maybe the child had a rib injury, and Yan Huaiyin groaned when he punched the child, and the crown on the collarbone loosened.

The person on him was forced to lose his strength, and he had no more strength, so he rolled off him and fell to the side.

Yan Huaiyin only felt that the flesh on his collarbone was about to be torn off by the dog's teeth, and he lost all feeling in his left shoulder due to the pain.

But before he had time to see how the injury was, Yan Huaiyin stood up, took advantage of the momentary loss of strength of the people around him, removed a few strips of cloth from his clothes, and bound the child's hands and feet in the dark.

Only when he was tied up firmly did he have time to light the half of the candle he found just now with trembling hands.

Just now everything was going on in the dark, and the moment the candle was lighted, the bright light made the only two awake people in the shed narrow their eyes slightly.

After getting used to the light, Yan Huaiyin looked in the direction of the bound child, and met a pair of dead eyes.

What happened in the darkness just now can be regarded as physical labor. Yan Huaiyin sat on the ground and tried her best not to breathe when lighting candles, but the owner of these eyes did not move at all.

Like a bunch of dead wood that has been burned to ashes, without a trace of human background.

Yan Huaiyin's dagger cut a big cut on his neck, blood was spilling out, but there was no reaction at all.

Whether he was unconscious or awake, he was as silent as a living person.

Except when biting.

Seeing Yan Huaiyin looking at him, he only raised his eyebrows, as if he was willing to gamble and wait for Yan Huaiyin to come and kill him.

The 17-year-old boy was leaning against the wooden bed, and he was about to laugh angrily.

Damn kid.

Yan Huaiyin ignored him, stretched out his hand and carefully opened the front of his clothes to take a look at the place where he was bitten, the young man was thin, his collarbone was already swollen, his skin was bitten, and a lot of blood oozes out.

It was dark purple, swollen high, and compared with the surrounding white skin, it looked terrifying.

Yan Huaiyin just glanced at what was going on, and then covered the skirt of his clothes again. He was just about to think about what to do with the dead child lying on the ground, when he heard a faint voice from behind him.

As if touching some kind of mechanism, Yan Huaiyin suddenly softened his brows when he heard the call, and even his smile became a little more real.

When he turned his head, he saw Yan Xiuqing looking at him quietly with open eyes.

Regardless of the pain, he stretched out his hand to hug his sister on his knee, and the frail young man said softly, "Brother is here."

Yan Xiuqing seemed to be having a nightmare. After a moment of stupor, she buried her head deeply in his arms, trembling: "Mother is dead."

Yan Huaiyin paused, patted her on the back lightly, and said again: "Brother is here."

As many words as Yan Xiuqing cried in his arms, he said as many words as his brother was there.

The little girl was tired from crying, so Yan Huaiyin dipped some steamed buns in water and fed them to her.

After taking a few mouthfuls of steamed buns the size of a fingernail, Yan Xiuqing pursed her lips and shook her head: "I won't eat it, brother."

Yan Huaiyin smiled, put her back on the wooden bed, and squatted next to the tied child on the ground with the small piece of steamed bun.

The candle flames were indistinct, his pupils were darker than ordinary people's, and a pair of well-shaped eyes shone faintly bright under the candle flames.

Yan Huaiyin looked into the child's eyes, and said in a soft voice, "Do you want to live?"

The child on the ground raised his eyelids and glanced at him, but did not answer his words.

Yan Huaiyin didn't expect him to answer, she just gently broke off a small piece of steamed bun and put it in his mouth.

The child was silent for a moment, then suddenly opened his mouth, bit the steamed bun fiercely and put it in his mouth, with the posture that he wanted to swallow all of Yan Huaiyin's fingers.

Yan Huaiyin watched his movements and smiled.

"These are all yours," he raised a small piece of steamed bun in his hand, "If you want to eat it, you can do whatever I ask you to do in the next few days, understand?"

Jiang Lian struggled to swallow the steamed buns in his mouth, his dry throat touched the harder steamed buns, and was forced to secrete saliva, mixed with hunger, swallowing so forcefully, it tasted like blood.

But in the end I ate food.

If you have food, you can live.

Yan Huaiyin was not in a hurry, and just waited for his answer with a steamed bun.

After a long time, Jiang Lian nodded.

Yan Huaiyin laughed, he laughed happily, but his hands didn't stop, the boy took out something from somewhere and stuffed it into Jiang Lian's mouth.

Seeing that the jelly beans were swallowed by Jiang Lian, Yan Huaiyin smiled and said: "Poison, remember to come to me for an antidote once in ten days."

Jiang Lian was so hungry that he subconsciously swallowed: "..."

Yan Huaiyin didn't ignore Jiang Lian who had a more gloomy face, but fortunately he didn't care, he just smiled and said, "What's your name?"

Jiang Lian was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Jade."

When he spoke, his voice became hoarse.

The two of them were in a state of embarrassment in this regard.

He went to see Yan Huaiyin, as if he didn't want to suffer, he finally asked the first question he met: "What's your name?"

When Yan Huaiyin heard the words, she lowered her eyes and smiled harmlessly: "I can't do it."

"Eat," he finally brought the steamed buns in his hand to Jiang Lian's lips, and said in a gentle voice, "Eat slowly, I have thin skin, and I can't stand dog bites."