It turned out that this girl Yang Xiaoming was really from Yanhuang. She was a single-parent family and her parents were divorced. The little girl followed her father Yang Dashan. Her father took the little girl to the mainland bridge to do business. The next thing was that her father was broken into the house by robbery and killed by the robbery. The little girl hid under the bed and escaped.

My father died and my family was gone. The little girl cried without tears and was wandering. What kind of survival can a little girl over four years old have? If she hadn't met a boy named Talangji, who was also an orphan, she would have been starved to death long ago.

As for Yang Xiaoming's ability to recite Laojun's title, it was because her father was a lay Buddhist. He naturally knew it when he heard and saw it. However, he did not expect that his father lost his life when he went abroad.

From Yang Xiaoming's childish words, Yang Chenyu could hear that Shi Langji's care for the little girl was meticulous. Even if he picked up some food, he would let the little girl eat it first.

In this war-torn place, a little food sometimes represents the hope of survival.

The two children were lucky. They were neither shot to death by guns nor starved to death. Instead, they encountered robbers several times. If they had not assassinated Langji's alertness, they would have probably been caught in the thief's den.

As for the outcome, it is difficult to explain clearly. Perhaps it is good to treat it as a slave to do odd jobs, but some robbers are extremely hungry, and it is not a strange thing to steam people and eat. In this chaotic place, even robbers may not have enough food.

As for the pistol, it was snatched by Langji after knocking out a lonely robber. Although it was underestimated by the fact that Yang Chenyu knew that for a seven or eight-year-old child, there was no idea how many dangers there were.

After hearing this, Yang Chenyu couldn't help but sigh lightly, but looked at Tsang Langji with admiration. His expression was full of pity and his nose was a little sore. Such a young child was at home at the feet of his parents. He was a spoiled age, but he suffered such great hardships in this foreign country and was still so strong. That's not bad.

Then Yang Chenyu reached out and rubbed the boy's head, and praised: "Yes, he's a little man!"

Shi Langji pushed away Yang Chenyu's hand in dissatisfaction and said indifferently: "What's the matter? My dad said that a man just needs to take care of his younger sister! Uncle, don't call me a little man, I'm a man!"

Yang Chenyu was stunned. Did he look very old? Then he took out a mirror and looked at him, then laughed silently. After leaving the border, he had not tidied up his appearance. In the past six months, his beard grew a lot. At first glance, it was not an exaggeration to call him uncle.

Well, it seems that it should be sorted out. Yang Chenyu is not an ancient Taoist priest. He has long beards and is full of beards. He is quite unhappy when he sees it, so he stands up as a knife, and a layer of magic power fluctuates at the edge of his palm. A few swishes along his face, and his long beards fall one after another.

Just as Yang Chenyu was busy cleaning his beard, the two children were competing with Camel Xiaohuang.

The camel is not common on the mainland bridge, where the traffic here is more like horses, besides cars.

Therefore, the two children were very curious about Xiao Huang. At first, the two children wanted to touch Xiao Huang's hair.

But after Xiao Huang activated his intelligence, he was very proud of himself. He was his master's mount, not an ordinary camel. How could he let the two little kids touch it randomly? So he sniffed before his hands could even touch it. The two white foam sprayed so hard that Langji and Yang Xiaoming looked both on their faces.

The two children were so scared that they retreated repeatedly. Xiao Huang felt happy, grinned and screamed. He knew that he was very happy when he looked at the look.

Seeing the camel's smug appearance, Tsilangji felt that his self-esteem was hurt. Why was he scared away by a beast? He pinched his fists and pounced on him, but Xiao Huang didn't care about a little kid at all. He took a few steps and let Tsilangji lose his life.

After repeated several times, Tsulangji was covered in grass and mud, looking very embarrassed, but he didn't even have a single camel hair on. Yang Chenyu, who had seen the face cleaned up, was amused. Then he took two steps forward, one in one hand, and jumped onto the hunchback with the two children. After putting them down, Yang Chenyu drove the camel to continue moving forward.

At this moment, Xiao Huang was considered to be suffering. Since she was hunched, how could Tsai Langji miss this good opportunity? She grabbed a handful of camel hair and started to study it. The pain made Xiao Huang almost crazy. If Yang Chenyu hadn't stopped Tsai Langji's revenge, even Yang Chenyu would have to throw Xiao Huang into the air.

Although the camel is gentle and not in a state of shock, even if it is a sandstorm, if it is annoyed, the angry camel will bite people.

In order to avoid the child being hurt and frightened, Yang Chenyu chose the route but avoided several areas where fire was being exchanged, which made the two children feel strange. The sound of gunfire that can be heard on weekdays is missing at all today. It's really strange.

As the sky came to an end, Yang Chenyu found a secluded place, got a camel, carried the two children down, then attracted fire, set up an iron pot, poured it in clean water, put in chopped bacon and sausage, add some green beans and rice, and cover the pot.

Looking at Yang Chenyu's movements like flowing water, both children opened their mouths wide. The uncle pointed his hand and flames appeared underground. With a stretch of his hand, he turned into an iron pot. For children, they would always ask questions about curious things.

However, this time, Tsilangji had no chance to ask questions, because Yang Xiaoming, who was a little familiar with Yang Chenyu, took the lead in asking the question. She asked in a tender voice: "Uncle, are you a god?"

Yang Chenyu was stunned, then rubbed Yang Xiaoming's head and smiled and said, "Uncle is not a god."

However, Yang Xiaoming was not satisfied with Yang Chenyu's answer. She pouted her mouth and continued to ask with a cute dimples on her face: "Uncle lied to people, isn't a god, how could he turn things out with empty hands?"

Yang Chenyu couldn't help laughing when she looked at Yang Xiaoming's cute appearance. At this time, Shi Langji finally had the chance to interrupt. He had a look of knowing everything on his face and said in a pretentious manner: "Xiao Ming, uncle must be a magician! It must be that, my father and I have seen the magician's performance, and they turned into something as soon as they reached out, just like the uncle."

At this point, Tsilangji's face darkened, and some mist was soaked in his eyes. Perhaps he remembered his lost parents, and even Yang Xiaoming was infected, looking like he was crying.

Yang Chenyu couldn't help but sigh inwardly, no matter how strong a child is, he is always a child.

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