I’m From Miao Star

The wind and snow are still there, and the picture changes again. In the woods under the Immortal Sect mountain, Yu Xingyang is fighting fiercely with Bai Pinghai and the others. After the poisoning, he without the slightest hesitation made a backhand. Cut off his palms and wrists, this is the first time the hero knife has been cut in his own hands.

How brave the strong man broke his wrist, and what courage it takes, not to mention that he is not the descendant of this sword.

At the most critical moment, the young Cheng Wen leaped up in the air, with his palms sturdy and took Bai Pinghai’s back. In this youngster’s eyes, fairness is more important than anything else:

“It’s just…it’s a pity…I’m going to die…”

Of course, Mr. Yu didn’t hesitate to burn himself, to uphold justice for him, to avenge the Zheng Ming big brother, and to Ding Meng left a way to survive.

“Ding Meng, this hero knife…please don’t let everyone down for it…”

Mr. Yu’s voice, appearance and smile are vivid and unruly His smile seemed to be right in front of him, and he proudly said: “I don’t know if this knife of mine is counted as the Number One Blade in this year? I wonder if I, Yu Xingyang, is counted as the descendant of this hero knife?”

This knife, it has experienced too much and witnessed too much.

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In the underground mining area of ​​the Black Gold Base, countless shells blew up the console, and the test hall collapsed. Ding Meng and Little Si flew into the cabin passage, Ding Meng can still stand, but Little Si can never stand.

He can only hand the string to Ding Meng with his trembling hands, looking at Ding Meng with expectant and trusting eyes: “Brother Ding, I heard people say, when people die, can they Think of many things?”

People are about to die, and their words are good. Ding Meng once expressed a touch of kindness for Little Si, but Little Si used his life to return Ding Meng to face Little Si’s Request, Ding Meng’s expression is almost stubborn, he gritted his teeth and made a promise: “Please believe me, no matter how difficult the future encounters, I will definitely bring it back to your hometown ! Unless I die!”

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In the distant starry sky, the vast universe, a huge Space-Time Crack has been opened, and the Expeditionary roared in, Ding Meng raised his head and looked at the light curtain on the main console, with a bright smile on his face:

“Thank you, I have been to your world once, goodbye! Friends!”

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Death may not be the most terrifying, forgetting and parting may be even more unacceptable, but the hero knife has been passed on to Meng Yan, and Ding Meng has completed his mission on this section of the road.

Lu Qing stared at Ding Meng silently. These memories of Ding Meng deeply shocked her. The big brother’s persistence and pursuit, Ding Wenhe’s tenacity and perseverance, Zheng Ming’s determination and bravery, Yu Xing Yang’s unruly and heroic… the joint efforts of these people have created the legend of the hero knife.

At this moment, in Lu Qing’s eyes, Ding Meng, whose appearance is low and short, has become truly tall and stalwart. The link between the hearts makes the two people understand each other instantly, and with Ding Meng mind power With the repeated enhancement of the micro-point, Ding Meng can see her secrets, and she can also see the pictures that Ding Meng has never shown. These pictures have not even seen Little Ai Little Huai.

On the border of the Dasheng Dynasty, a middle-aged man wearing a tattered knife is standing next to a stone, looking at the distant sky.

The sky is gray, and the cold wind is raging in the air, time is approaching the end of the year. This kind of weather is not good, but the man still stood still.

A person soon appeared on the path in the cold wind, a ragged, skinny little girl. She was about twelve or thirteen years old. She was trembling with the cold, but she just walked away. Coming back stood up straight, as if not afraid of the coming cold.

The man did not speak, because on this barren border, this kind of child-like refugees can be seen everywhere. The little girl is not the first, and certainly not the last.

He didn’t speak, but the little girl stopped and looked all around curiously, with an incredible expression in her eyes.

There are not many decent shanties on this land. Most of them are simple sheds built with weed fragments. Many people squeeze inside to keep warm. Seeing that these people are pale or even green The expression on his face knows that these people must have been hungry for a long time.

“What are you looking at?” The man finally said aloud.

The little girl turned to look at him, and looked at his Pudao: “Who are you?”

The man replied with disdain: “Good question, don’t you see Who am I to come out?”

The little girl said: “Of course I know your outfit. You are the guardian of this village. I am just curious about your name.”

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The guardian said: “Is it important if the name is not named? Just call me the guardian.”

The little girl looked at him for a long while and said: “Okay Well, the guardian, you are not the same as the guardian I saw.”

The guardian took a look at her: “What’s the difference?”

The little girl said seriously: “You are not like other guards, you are a good person.”

A wry smile appeared on the face of the guards: “I have been here for nine years. You are The first person to say that I am a good person.”

The little girl wondered: “Am I wrong?”

Guardian said: “Maybe right, maybe wrong .”

The little girl also seemed to think that the guardian was a bit boring, so she turned her head and looked at all around: “It will be the end of the year, but why is this village not lively at all?”

Humin official said: “Because these people can’t afford to eat, so they do not raise.”

The little girl surprisedly said: “Why can’t they eat?”

This question can only be asked by children, and the civic officer patiently said: “Don’t you know that the poor can’t afford to eat? Look at your outfit, you should know what a poor person is.”

The little girl shook her head: “I’m not poor!”

The guardian couldn’t help but smile: “You are dressed like this, you are not poor?”

The little girl said: “Although my people are poor, my heart is not poor.”

The guardian said with a smile disdainfully: “It’s the first time I have heard that my heart is poor. , Is there a difference between poor people and poor hearts?”

“There is a difference.” The little girl replied sternly.

Human official said: “Where is the difference?”

Who knew the little girl asked back: “You haven’t told me why these people can’t afford to eat? And I see these People don’t even have a place to live, not even a decent shanty.”

The guardian sighed: “Because the main border city here is too taxing, these people can no longer build houses, Can’t afford to eat.”

The little girl said: “Why is the tax here too heavy?”

She is also a stubborn mode of thinking. She has to break the casserole to ask the end, protect The civilian officials didn’t know whether it was too boring to be stationed in the small village for many years, or too energetic, and actually answered her with great interest: “Because the City Lord celebrates his 80th birthday this year, his children and subordinates went to the city to buy things for him. They spent too much money, so they raised their taxes by five times. Even if these people worked for a day, they would not earn enough income to eat. This place will become like this in the long run. Do you understand now?”

The little girl nodded: “I understand!”

At this moment, a group of children ran out from a tattered shack next to them. These children are younger than girls, and all of them are thinner. It’s not human-shaped.

There are withered grass and branches on the roadside in winter. These children actually lie on the ground and eat these almost decomposed grass branches. Some children are even stuffing soil in their mouths, maybe They are too young, they only know that they are hungry, but they don’t know that some things are not enough to eat.

The little girl immediately waved to an older girl: “Little Sister, come here.”

The little girl came over stupidly, her voice trembling: “Sister , I’m so hungry.”

Without a word, the little girl opened the broken bag on her waist, took out the only half of the bun inside, and handed it to the girl.

Who knows that the girl did not eat at all after taking it, but greeted a group of children to come over and gave the bun to the youngest and thinnest child among them: “Xiaomeng, you eat! “

The child named Xiaomeng was almost skinny from hunger, but he shook his head and said: “Sister Wenhe, I’m not hungry, you guys eat.”

Ding Wenhe again Momo handed it to the other children, who knew that these children turned down one after another, saying that they were not hungry.

The little girl was surprised. She couldn’t figure out what was going on. Fortunately, the civic officer explained to the side: “She is Ding Wenhe, an orphan. These children were all rescued from the plague. She It is the eldest sister of this group of children.”

The little girl looked at Ding Wenhe, her expression became thoughtful, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Soon, Ding Wenhe divided the steamed bun into many small pieces. Each of this group of children got a small piece, and then everyone was willing to eat it alone. None of them was because Hungry and scramble.

Ding Wenhe walked to the little girl and bowed and said: “Thank you, sister!”

The little girl suddenly smiled, her smile is like a flower blooming in spring , Blow away all the cold in this cold winter.

“Ding Wenhe, hello, it just so happens that your surname is Ding. I will show you something.” The little girl flipped her wrist and a dark golden rays of light appeared, and a T-shaped claw knife appeared on her. In the palm.

The young Ding Wenhe hesitantly said: “Sister, this is a saber.”

The little girl expression solemnly: “This is not an ordinary knife.”

The guardian couldn’t help but smile again: “Your knife is not an ordinary knife? I can’t think of anything unusual about it.”

The little girl glanced at his waist. The knife: “Although it is not as good as your knife, it is useful.”

The guards are all taunted: “What is it for?”

The little girl said in a word. “This knife was left by a hero many years ago. It has been passed down for many generations. The first person who used this knife was called the big brother. The big brother said, this knife must be reserved for those People who really need it should keep it, use it, and take good care of it. I am the thirteenth generation of this knife. This knife is always to help those who need it most. Go to Big Brother Ren and tell me that I must Use this knife well. Unfortunately, I don’t know how to martial arts. You take it and head south to the next village. There is star weaving grass over there. Use this knife to mow the grass and carry the grass back to the main city in exchange for food. Come, take Go…”

Ding Wenhe hesitated: “But sister, you…”

The little girl said: “Let you hold it, just hold it.”

Ding Wenhe had to take it, and the little girl said again: “I only have one request, and that is to cherish this knife and leave it to those who really need it.”