The World-Defying Mercenary Concubine: Sushou Qiankun

Chapter 440 Lost Memory
In the north of Shengtian Continent, a small and remote country.

Known as the Land of Snow.

It snows all year round and the temperature is low.

Dripping water turns into ice, which is a perfect description for the temperature here.

In the lively market.

Although the weather is cold, it does not affect the lives of people here.

It's time to yo, yo, the voices of bargaining keep coming.

Today is the third day since that night.

Even though the entire Wanzhao was almost destroyed, the Snow Country, this remote and small country, was not affected at all.

There is no magic beast, no demon world, no conspiracy, no frame, no betrayal.

The only thing that echoed in the air were the cheerful shouts and the play of children.

Where the pyre is piled and sold.

The most corner, where no one notices.

The blood stains on his body had already dried up, and the wounds on his body had already festered, but there were no insects to corrode.

Just because the blood on her body that has been dried up is blue.

Blue can be destroyed.

Her eyes were slightly opened, her sanity had long been blurred, her eyes were a little chaotic, a little dull, looking at the brown wet firewood beside her.

There are messy voices in my ears.

She moved her fingers, but her body was extremely heavy.

At this moment, a childish voice reached her ears.

It was very quiet and deep, but the voice was so immature and crisp.

"Shh, smile and don't make a sound."

"Ah, I'm afraid."

"It's okay, we just take a little bit, don't we want to live? Xiaobing is sick, and if there is no fire, it will become more and more serious. When we have money in the future, we will return it."

"Second girl."

"Shhhh, keep your voice down, stay on guard, someone is approaching and tell me!"

"Uh-huh."

The woodpile beside him moved.

There is a thin little hand on it, carefully pushing away the wet firewood on it, and picking out firewood that is not so wet.

Those little hands were moving, but their mouths were murmuring, as if they were encouraging themselves.

Embolden yourself.

Yan Li's eyelashes moved, but his eyes were still chaotic.

"I want to live, I want to live, Xiaobing wants to live, we all have to live, only those who survive can change the future, Erya is not afraid, Erya is not afraid, Erya has to work hard, Erya is the last Great, believe in yourself."

Erya
Erya had heard the name there before.
Erya
The firewood on it was pushed aside.

He only heard the voice ah, and quickly covered his mouth again.

"What's wrong with Erya?"

The voice paused, then whispered, "Smile, it's okay."

For a moment.

The little girl named Er Ya walked around inside, squatted in front of Yan Li and said, "What's wrong with you? Why are you here? Are you injured? You will freeze to death here."

Yan Li raised his eyes, his pupils were still blood red, seeing that Er Ya suddenly sat down on the ground, his expression changed.

Yan Li looked at her with her blood red eyes, but didn't say a word.

She looks terrible.

Er Ya thought to herself.

However, it's not so scary.

Erya squatted down, calmed herself down, and asked in a childish voice: "Are you homeless? Don't be afraid. Do you want to go home with me? I have a home, although it is very broken, but It can shelter you from the wind and rain, if you don’t dislike it, come back with me.”

Who the hell is scared.
A home that can provide shelter from the wind and rain.

After a long time, she moved her lips, and said in a hoarse voice like a ghost's voice: "Who am I?"

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(End of this chapter)