East of Changshe City, Yanmen County Military Campground.

In a large tent with sunlight and a radius of hundreds of meters, there was a crowded crowd of people. More than 5,000 people looked disappointed and looked desperate. They were the many people who were abandoned by Huang Pusong, Wang Yun and others for their own thoughts.

There is only one place, although the small space cannot accommodate many people, a small space of three meters is left there.

Mo Yan was angry, blamed himself, unwilling to accept it, sad, and the deep regret on his face did not dissipate for a long time. He was the Weiwei old man who ordered five thousand people to give up resistance after Lu Bu arrived that day.

He hated him for a moment, and he was blinded by his old eyes. He even believed in the face of Lu Bu, which caused so many people to fall into dire straits. He also thought that the choice he made was the only correct choice when the eight thousand cavalry were eyeing him. But whenever he had this idea, he wanted to fan his old face.

He only believed that it was precisely because of his credibility that Lu Bu, who was ignorant of his face and did not know how to succeed, and he used them to exchange for great merits!

"Grandma, laugh, hungry!" A weak voice in his arms rang, timid and cowardly.

Mo Yi's eyes suddenly turned kind and looked in his arms softly.

One of them had two small braids on his head and was wearing a torn patched floral dress. The girl was about six or seven years old looking at him with longing. Her big eyes were Zhong Ling, but her little face was dirty and her body was covered with turbidity. She should have been pampered and acted cute in her arms. She was carefree and cute, but she had to follow his grandfather to wander around.

This little girl is Mo Qingcheng, the favorite granddaughter of Mori. Her nickname is Xiaoer.

"Be good at Xiao'er, grandpa will find you some food now!" Mo Yi wanted to pick up the little girl, but found waves of weakness all over his body.

His breathing began to become more rapid and he was panting heavily. This situation immediately scared Xiao Qingcheng's face.

"Grandpa, Xiao'er is not hungry. Look, Xiao'er's belly is bulging!" Mo Qingcheng took a deep breath, pouted his mouth and wanted to use this breath to stretch his shriveled belly, but found that he couldn't bulge it. He suddenly burst into tears in his eyes.

Gugugu! The little belly is making a fuss again. Mo Qingcheng blushed with a small face, but she still stubbornly supported Mo Yi, thinking of using her small body to support her grandfather and not to fall down.

Mo Yi gasped for a while and supported himself with his strong perseverance. Several young men not far away rushed over to help support Mo Yi, although they were hungry and dizzy and didn't want to move their steps.

Mo Yi calmed down and looked at the uneasy crowd in the distance. He spoke in his throat several times and couldn't say anything. His old face had no shame to ask them to give precious food, things that could save their lives.

When it comes to food, the one hundred people who should be the turn can eat slightly better than others, because the government army will use them to yell and yell in front of the Yellow Turban Camp. If they are careful, they can hide some secretly.

After being silent for a long time, Mo Yi sighed. He didn't blame them, after all, he forced them to such a situation. The respect he had in the past might have been gone forever.

Just as the Motian was sad, suddenly, there was a sound of dispute not far from him.

"Take it quickly, Huwa, don't you always say you like Qingcheng, this kid? Now she's so hungry, you can take out the half of the cake for her!"

A middle-aged woman's words sounded in a low voice. Her words attracted everyone's eyes.

The child named Huwa is about the age of 2008. He looks very ordinary, but only the scar on his chin looks a little eye-catching.

"No, I don't have cakes. I like Qingcheng, but she has never looked at me directly and never played with me." Huwa was very clever, but the corner of her eyes secretly looked at a small poke on her waist.

Mo Qingcheng held his grandfather's face and his little face turned pale. She wanted to say that Huwa was complaining about evil and a bad gangster. It was not that she didn't play with him, but she heard that Huwa always liked to lift girls' skirts, and she always made her face look bad and asked the little girls to take off their pants for him to see.

She didn't play with him! Grandpa said that girls' private parts should not be watched by boys, as that would make her shy. If someone saw them, it would be a girl who was not a lady and would be taken away by a wolf.

"I don't eat your food, I won't eat it if I starve to death!" Mo Qingcheng said angrily. Due to hunger, her words showed a wave of weakness.

"How can you be so selfish? You can die if you eat less! You have learned bad things from your dead father. Take out the cake for me, otherwise I will smash your butt if you believe it or not!" The middle-aged woman was watched by many people, and her face turned a little red. She deliberately turned cold to educate her.

"Mom, am I your biological child? Why do you always think about Mo Qingcheng? Is she your daughter or I your son! Mom, I have half a cake, but I just don't give it to her. She is about to starve to death and someone cares about her. Will anyone care when I starve to death?" Huwa raised her neck and asked without being outdone.

"You, you, you, you are unfilial son, don't even listen to your mother's words?"

"Xiufen, forget it, my granddaughter can hold on. If it really doesn't work, I can only let her participate in the day after tomorrow!" Mo Yi coughed a few times, and a weak voice came.

"No, he must hand over the cake today. He didn't learn well at such a young age. He didn't even listen to my mother's words. He deserved to starve to death. He used to be too doting him so selfish!" Xiufen was also very angry, and a look of determination appeared on his face full of vicissitudes of life.

"Mom, what did you say? You deserve it if your son starved to death?" Huwa looked at his mother in disbelief, and a deep despair appeared on his face. In fact, he left half of the cake, never thought of eating it himself, but kept it secretly for his mother.

Although he likes to tease the little girl, he just wants to see how the girl's body is different from that of the boy. Another thing is that every time he watches, although he doesn't do anything, he will be so excited that he can't sleep. This feeling is very strange and addictive.

He is actually just confused about men and women.

Huwa took a few steps back in dismay, and the crowded people around him made a place for him, because this was the family affairs of Xiufen and Huwa, and according to custom, they could not control it. What's more, even if they wanted to, they would not have the strength to care about it if they were hungry!

Huwa suddenly took out half a black and hard dry cake from his waist, and didn't even have a mouthful of water. He broke off a small half of the cake, and didn't chew it, and swallowed it into his throat.

With his face flushed, the tiger baby raised his head and looked nostalgic to look at the beautiful starry sky, but his eyes were filled with a dark roof that was breathless.

I remember whenever I was hungry, my mother would tell him that there was a colorful fairy palace above the beautiful starry sky. People living there did not have to go hungry or get cold, sleep until they wake up naturally, eat until they eat until they have a stomach full. There are also many palaces that specialize in children to have fun. However, cowards are not welcome, and those who commit suicide because of the hardship of life are not welcome. Children, you must live strongly...

The hard cake in the throat stuck in his throat. Huwa widened his eyes and said a sincere apology to his mother in his heart: Mother, I am still a coward and can't go to the immortal palace in the starry sky you mentioned. I'm too tired.

"Huwa, why are you so anxious to eat cakes? You kid, just let you get a little cake, but don't choke! You are still so stubborn!" Xiufen turned his head and sucked, and finally he was relieved. She hurriedly ran towards Huwa, and said carelessly while walking. She felt sorry for parents in the world.

However, when I got closer, I found that the tiger baby was tilting his head and rolling his eyes violently. It was obvious that he had intaken more and vented less. This immediately scared Xiufen.

"Huwa, don't scare my mother!" Xiufen hugged Huwa and slapped Huwa's back anxiously. While slapping, he cried.

Only after a crowd that was not far away did they find that the tiger baby was choking. Just now, because the tiger baby was looking up, and the tent was covered in darkness, they had night blindness and did not notice that the tiger baby was rolling their eyes.

"Let me do it! Hu kid, hold on!" Seeing that this was no longer an ordinary family matter, the people around him had risen to the height of life, they immediately came to help.

With the help of many people, everyone rushed to help Huwa fight for his life with Hei and White Impermanence.

However, it was too late, the tiger baby, who was only eight or nine years old, finally went there and was choked to death by the hard cake in his hand. Perhaps, he was so tired!

"My baby! Why did you go?" Xiufen hugged the body of the tiger baby, which was gradually getting colder, and cried loudly. Her voice gradually cried hoarsely, gradually weak and weak, until she fainted.

"Huwa, I am willing to play with you. We can be friends with you. How can you be so greedy?" Mo Qingcheng's little face was full of anxiety. She ran to Huwa with difficulty and said softly.

She felt that it seemed that it was because of her that Huwa killed her. But she didn't understand in her little head. It was obvious that it was only half a pancake, but why did Huwa die because of this half pancake? Grandpa always said that if a person dies, nothing will be gone.

At this moment, she would rather not believe her grandfather's words and choose to believe the storyteller. The storyteller said that if a person dies, he will not really die. He can still have a life of his next life. As long as he passes the bridge of reincarnation, he can live for the rest of his life!

"Thuwa, Qingcheng wishes you a good life in the next life. I hope you can be reincarnated into a wealthy family! Maybe we can still be friends!"
Chapter completed!