Looking at his nervous and slightly painful expression, his lips that were about to break their skin, and the trembling and trembling girl behind him, who was only four or five years old, the feeling was not that he was robbing, but that he was protecting the girl behind him.

Well? When Yang Chenyu turned his gaze to the little girl, his cold gaze suddenly became soft, with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin! Is it a man of Yanhuang? Yang Chenyu couldn't help but get off the camel and walked towards the two children.

An adult walked towards the two children in such a war-torn place. It is conceivable how the child who was already a little frightened would react. The pressure was too great.

"Bang!" The boy screamed in pain, but the pistol fell to the ground.

The bullets shot naturally failed to hit Yang Chenyu. Not to mention that this child could not shoot at all, the bullets didn't know where they flew to. Even if they hit them, whether it was a protective spirit clock or something else, it was enough to fly the bullets out. Of course, let's talk about it, Yang Chenyu has activated 90% of the dragon veins. This skin is really tougher than the dragon scales. At least there is no need to worry about this small pistol bullet.

Yang Chenyu took a light step, and a distance of dozens of meters arrived in a blink of an eye. He grabbed the boy's wrist and looked at it. His wrists were red and swollen. The recoil caused by the two shots was enough.

The boy still wanted to struggle, so Yang Chenyu could not allow him to move at will. If such injuries were placed on an adult, he would endure them for several days, take a few days off, and apply some medicine, it would not be a big problem. At most, it would be just a few days to use force.

But the injury fell on the boy in front of him, and the child's hands were ruined by accident.

Yang Chenyu pointed lightly, and the boy's struggled body was fixed in place. Yang Chenyu quickly took out a pill and stuffed it into the boy's mouth. However, this blood-activating pill melted in his mouth, so there is no need to worry about choking the boy.

Then Yang Chenyu gently rubbed the boy's wrist and a trace of spiritual energy slowly immersed in. In a moment, most of the redness and swelling on the boy's wrist disappeared.

Seeing Yang Chenyu's actions, the hatred in the boy's eyes gradually faded. Perhaps he knew that the man in front of him was healing him.

But the little girl made Yang Chenyu look at him with admiration. The little girl almost cried when the boy was crying, but then she held back. After seeing Yang Chenyu treating the boy's injuries, the little girl clasped her hands together and said something in her mouth. Although the voice was small, Yang Chenyu could hear it clearly. It was the accent of my Yanhuang Xiyi: "One Qi transforms into three qi, Taiqing, Taiqing, the fire and red fairy ascended to the Taiqing realm, the sun was formed by the mysterious energy of the god treasure king, the heavenly king of the heavenly king, and the heavenly king of the priest, bless the brother, nothing to do, and the trusted girl Yang Xiaoming bowed."

The moral heavenly priest, the little girl Yang Xiaoming prayed for, is the title of Laojun. This child is only over four years old and can recite the title of Laojun as long as he is. It is rare.

It was enough to make Yang Chenyu feel ashamed. It was funny. When Yang Chenyu was a Taoist boy in Qinglong Temple, he was unable to bear the title of Laojun until he was seven years old, and he was so angry that his master scolded the rotten wood that could not be carved.

Thinking of this past event, Yang Chenyu couldn't help but feel a little demented when he thought of the kind face of Master in the past. It would be great if Master was still alive, even if he scolded me every day.

This thought flashed through his mind, and Yang Chenyu's eyes at the little girl became softer.

After a while, Yang Chenyu stopped and untied the boy's restraint.

The girl watched the boy move his wrist nervously and asked a few questions in a mainland bridge language. The redness and swelling on the boy's wrist had disappeared. Using Yang Chenyu's methods and pills to treat this small injury, it was not easy to get rid of.

The boy looked at Yang Chenyu with a hint of embarrassment. He had wanted to rob the other party before, but was rescued by this uncle, and his face was quite embarrassed.

However, the boy was a little decisive. He rubbed his dirty short hair and gritted his teeth and knelt down towards Yang Chenyu.

Yang Chenyu didn't stop him. He knew that if a child with such a heart would stop him, it would make the child feel more burdened and guilty. It would be better to just let him worship him and be calm so that he would not have other thoughts.

After the boy's knees touched the ground, Yang Chenyu waved his hand, and the boy could no longer kneel and was pushed up by a gentle force.

At this time, Yang Chenyu took out three cushions, let them sit down, took out a few bags of biscuits for the two to eat. Yang Chenyu didn't remember when the biscuits were stuffed into his sleeves, but the universe in the sleeves was very wonderful. Even if they were left for hundreds of years, the biscuits would not rot because of time.

The two children were hungry and they looked like they hadn't eaten for a long time. This situation was very common on the mainland bridge.

The continuous wars have caused a large number of children to lose their parents and become orphans. They have to wander around, search for food, and eat hunger and full.

Yang Chenyu saw dozens of hungry children along the way.

When the two children saw the biscuits, their eyes turned green and the boy almost snatched them. Fortunately, after opening the biscuit bag, the boy immediately distributed most of them to the girl. It can be seen that the boy took great care of the little girl, just like his biological sister.

But after the little girl took the biscuits, she timidly said to Yang Chenyu: "Thank you uncle."

Perhaps because she saw Yang Chenyu's skin color similar to her, the little girl used Yanhuang words to thank her.

Well, right, Yang Chenyu nodded, stretched out his warm right hand and rubbed the little girl's head, his eyes full of praise.

Although the boy was decisive and determined, he was too reckless and impolite. He snatched the cookies when he saw them. This little girl was different. She deserved to be a descendant of Yanhuang. She was polite and not bad. Yang Chenyu met a fellow villager in a foreign land, but this fellow villager was a polite little girl, which made Yang Chenyu, who was immersed in the mystery of the great way, more tender.

The two children were extremely hungry and ate voraciously. Even if they choked, they would swallow them hard. Yang Chenyu had no choice but to take out a small bowl and gather some clean water for the two to drink it, so as not to overeat when they were too hungry and hurt their bodies.

However, Yang Chenyu shook the small bowl and water emerged from it, causing the two children to react differently. While eating biscuits, the boy muttered about something like a wizard, a magician, etc., while the little girl looked at Yang Chenyu with admiration, perhaps treating Yang Chenyu as a god who came to save both of them.

Not to mention, Yang Chenyu's Taoist robe confirmed his identity.

The different reactions of the two children show the collision between Eastern and Western cultures.

After the two children were eating, they stopped and asked carefully.

Perhaps Yang Chenyu's performance has always been good, which has made the two children feel some trust, so he has poured out all his experiences.

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