Charge chapter (20 o'clock)

Chapter 1: Wife and other things... Let me tell you, I didn't think much about anything...

ps1: Cough, this chapter is a bit literary, because I read "***" today...good books, good books... so I couldn't help but become coquettish... No, I'm a little fresh...

ps2: Thank you for the ocean of "Apostle - Seraph" children's shoes, thank you for the evaluation ticket for "bng" children's shoes...

ps3: Thank you for the two monthly tickets for the children's shoes of "Nangong Mingguan", thank you for the two monthly tickets for the children's shoes of "Angelo-Night Star", thank you for the one monthly ticket for the children's shoes of "icydream", thank you for the two monthly tickets for the children's shoes of "Apostle-Secherang"...

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One morning in November, the sky suddenly became unreasonable. The raindrops as big as beans gathered into pouring sprinkles, falling from the sky, forcing pedestrians on the road to the shed or tavern next to the road. People stared at the sky blankly, and those with umbrellas praised their plans for the rain, and then hurried away with umbrellas. Those without umbrellas could only jump to their feet and curse, listen to the rain, listen to the wind, and see if the rain has become smaller, so that they can continue to move forward. After all, this is the morning, isn’t it?

But in the loneliness of the rain and the anxiety of the pedestrians, there was a person singing the opposite of time, and a group of children surrounded him. The heavy rain did not make them think of going home because they were attracted by something.

No one knows when this guy appeared on this street. He is a very unruly guy with a handsome face, a bit majestic body, and a nice smile, as if he has some advantages. Such a guy should be walking around the mainland with the organ to be a bard, but he stayed here temporarily and started a business of carving gadgets.

The wood that can be held in one hand is the raw material, and the tool is just a simple carving knife. But in front of his agile hands, a knife is enough to carve everything he wants to carve. The children stared at the wooden blocks that were constantly falling off the wood chips. The prototype slowly flashed, and the details vividly revealed their shapes. The wolf who was whistling to the sky was completed with the last trace of slanting carving. He let out a sigh of relief, as if he had accomplished a very important thing.

Yes, the children only saw the ingenious carvings of swords and lifelike wood carvings, but if there were skillful professionals around, they would definitely see something that made him extremely scared, because when the knife was raised and fell, the bloodthirsty murderous intent that could suffocate anyone was slowly disappearing invisible, and the skill of carving wood carvings was essentially a deadly combat technique like the god of death.

However, in such a small town, it is unlikely that it will be secluded by a powerful professional. Even if there is one, it has nothing to do with him. He just came to stay for a while and was not interested in changing anything.

There were more than a dozen wood carvings on the table, mostly of various beasts, and occasionally there were a few portraits that were not like the human world. They were all beautiful girls. Of course, this was not a product, and no matter how much it was, it could not be exchanged for, because the sculptors looked at them so strong that they could not be distilled. Because the guy who wanted to rob them a few days ago was glared at by him, the tall and strong man instantly collapsed on the ground like an angry ball. It was said that he screamed in the bed for three days and three nights before he could get off the ground.

His wood carvings are not cheap. Except for the girl statues, the other wood carvings also require a silver coin. Of course, the little kids who play on the street cannot afford it. Rich adults definitely don’t want to buy it. So when they meet parents who want to buy gifts for their children, or when they meet business travelers who know goods, these wood carvings have the opportunity to make a name for themselves. This opportunity is not available every day, but he doesn’t care at all. He does his own way and never reduces the price. Every day when he goes home, all the wood carvings accumulated are given to children who like them.

Of course, the so-called children who like them are limited to children who can talk with him and play with him. Those who have been crazy outside for a day and wait until it gets late before they come to him to get a bargain. He will use his meaningful eyes to make this naughty and cunning little brat. He wants to tell these innocent children that only gain if they have their efforts, but only in this silent way.

Because he is now paying the price for what he gets, the price he is willing to bear.

The rain gradually became lighter, and the pedestrians began to hurry up in groups of three or three. At this time, the misty raindrops were nothing - and his ears moved and looked at the streets with a smile. Then he turned to look at the children with smiles and smiled gently, "Let's go here today. The old rules, don't rob each person, and go home immediately if you take it."

Although it is strange why today is so early, the children are used to following the words of this magical elder brother. His wood carvings tied a group of crazy little kids to this small straw shed, and even the honest parents are grateful to him. Those who are wealthy will pay for a wood carving from time to time. Usually, women will send newly baked bread and foie gras, and men will talk to him with meat and wine. I have to say that besides not being able to drink, this good guy has all the qualities of being a good friend.

Therefore, all men who knew him could not help but respect him, because this young man who spoke lightly but was kind to others had the qualities of making people trust him unconditionally, like a sword that hid his sharp edge back into the sheath. Although the sharp edge of the sword was sheathed, no one was allowed to underestimate it, because the sword that was sheathed was also a sword, a sword, and a tool for killing.

"This weather." Caesar's hand gently stroked the knife, and the knife rippled and disappeared without a trace, as if he had gone to another world. He exhaled and stood under the eaves of the straw shed and looked at the rain outside. Even in such a ghost weather, some people were unwilling to be lonely. For example, these two groups of half-grown boys who had no idea where they came out, the oldest was about the same age as him, and the youngest was three or two years younger. This seemed to be the behavior of a southern city. The so-called hard work was just to dominate this street and then charge protection fees.

The game of the Raiders is like two groups of vultures fighting for the hunting territory. The victim is of course the lamb who lives honestly. Caesar shook his head. He did not have the interest to watch this boring game. Moreover, in his current state, seeing blood does not seem to be anything interesting. He has been living here for five or six days, and the impulse of reversal is getting stronger and stronger. He tried to dilute the murderous intent brought by reversal in other ways, such as woodcuts, but it is not a way to eradicate the problem after all.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the jingle ringing suddenly rang. He turned around and saw a carriage slowly coming from the street. The drizzle and the boy fighting. Such a scene was enough for all passers-by to choose to retreat, but the carriage ignored everything, bypassed the center of the fighting, and slowly drove towards this side.

The car stopped and parked beside the straw shed where he was watching the battle, a woman got out of the car - it was really a woman. She was wearing a pure white fur coat and a long circle of luxurious fur on her collar covered her beautiful neck like a swan. She also wore a white round hat, which caged her hair in such a manner that her long silver hair could fall in a staggered and pleasing way. Her eyes were gem-like red, revealing her deep strength and sadness.

The woman smiled apologetically at Caesar, because the rain splashed from the wheels of the carriage wet his clothes. Then her eyes turned to the two teenagers who were fighting. The corners of her lips began to tremble gently. Caesar saw her loss of composure and said lightly: "What are you looking at?"

The woman sighed softly: "I'm watching my son be killed."

"Is that true?" Caesar was about to turn around and leave, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but stop the idea of ​​leaving.

There are many people on one side, few people on the other side, more than twenty on the other side, and only seven or eight on the other side, the proportion is only a trivial one to three. However, for the soldiers in the north, if both sides are weak and inexplicable southerners, then the number determines everything - it is obvious that the winner can be determined by the number of people.

They held various swords and swords, and their skills were sloppy, which was more like they were randomly processed by themselves. Some of them were very artistic and elegant. However, no matter how many methods they could only reflect the clumsiness and boredom of the fighter, but Caesar was not interested in making any comments. He just followed the gaze of this beautiful woman and looked at a tall and strong boy.

It is indeed extremely strong, with a messy red hair like fire, and even his eyebrows are also like fire. His roots are only sixteen or seventeen years old, but they are half a head taller than Caesar. It is estimated that there is room for growth in the future. He is the one who fights the most fiercely, but he is in the group with few people. Under this disadvantage, personal ferocity cannot reflect his courage, but can only reflect his sadness. He seems to have undergone systematic training, but is not solid. In this kind of street fighting, the greatest possibility of a three-legged cat-like combat skill is to die under a crazy dog-like sword.

But this young man, who was as thick as an adult and strong man, looked high because he was working on his fifth street. With the sword in his hand swung out, the excited hero cried endlessly, and his face was even glorious.

The blood blossomed from the first confrontation. Their tactics were nothing more than bounce off the opponent's sword with brute force in front of the fight, and then leave scars on the opponent's body when the opponent was powerless. These guys still don't understand what combat strategies are.

The woman stood quietly and stared at her son stubbornly, but the red-haired boy always locked his eyes on the enemy and never looked at his mother. Caesar felt strange, why could this slim woman give birth to such a noble guy? Moreover, the other party's face was not a disguise, but a carving that had not been passed down by time.

"It's not your own son, right?" Caesar whispered.

"There is no difference. I regard him as my biological child, but now I can only watch him die." The woman trembled.

While speaking, the woman's son was finally stained with blood and cut across the lower abdomen. If she had not tried her best to avoid it at the last moment, it might have been the ending of being ripped open. The woman's body trembled, but the boy rushed forward again indifferently, but repeated again, personal courage could not change the destined situation. Her son had few people, so he would lose.

A woman can see the situation clearly, but she still stubbornly looks at the final outcome.

Caesar took a step forward and took out the straw shed. The sound of rain and shouts of killing suddenly stopped. The heaven and earth seemed to be twisted violently by invisible force. The invisible force separated the dense rain curtain and exploded in the center of the battle. The majestic young man was still slashing wildly, but he felt a light in his hand. The knife in his hand had broken. Suddenly, the person who appeared behind him knocked him over, and then the man pulled his left leg and dragged him out of the battle group like a dead dog.

Half of his body was soaked in the rain, and his eyes could still see both the enemy and us in the field. The swords in everyone's hands had cracked into countless debris, turning into broken copper and iron all over the ground, shattered without any meaning.

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A bowl of water dripped a drop of super healing potion. It was a strange medicine that was instantly healed for ordinary knife wounds. Caesar thought for a while, and then took a ragged rag. The dark matter on it made people feel a little unbearable to look at it. Caesar dipped the rag in precious potion and blew it at the boy's open belly. As expected, a hideous wound disappeared in an instant.

As expected, because of some stimulating pain, the boy woke up with a loud cry.

"Awaken?" Caesar threw the rag into the dark corner as if nothing had happened, and brought the bowl of potion that was contaminated with unclear substances from the rag to the boy, "drink this."

"Why are you saving me? You are not my mother?" The boy had some reason for his stubborn temper. Maybe it was a failure this time.

Caesar's smile remained bright and bright: "Just treat me as your father."

"I'm still your father." The young man was furious. Of course, he could hear Caesar's words taking advantage of both of them at the same time.

There was an inexplicable light in Caesar's eyes, and he handed the bowl over: "Stop talking nonsense, drink the medicine."

The little bastard raised his hand and tried to slap the big bowl away. However, Caesar raised his arm and easily avoided the sudden attack. At the same time, the boy grinned at him again: "Are you her new friend?"

Caesar narrowed his eyes, his smile on his face remained unchanged, and he slapped his left hand with a slap. The boy's 170 to 80 kilograms of body was beaten up in the air by him, and he turned around for 720 degrees and lay on the bed like a dead dog. He clearly wanted to endure the pain, but he still had to spit out a mouthful of blood, and there was a tooth in the blood.

He grabbed the boy's hair and picked him up, threw the bowl of his right hand towards the table next to him. The big bowl fell steadily. From beginning to end, the plane of the potion did not shake at all. At this time, the king carefully observed the boy in front of him. He was strong in physique and had good bones. He just didn't know what his talent was as an inner flange. A face was also a rare national face. Usually, those with this face were either kings or paladins. Although they were young and tender, they had red beards that were unwilling to be lonely and had their own red beards coming out of their chin. This was originally a bold and unruly face, but it was restricted by several streets.

"It's a pity that this human face actually grew on the dog." Caesar curled his lips, put the boy down, and grabbed a handful of hair from his head. The boy was furious and wanted to fight the other party regardless of the matter.

But Caesar lowered his head and picked up the teeth that the boy had just spitted out. He rubbed his right hand and didn't know what method he used. The short red hair was rubbed into a tough red rope. Then he picked up one end of the thread and pierced it towards his teeth. A terrible thing happened. The soft hair actually drilled a hole in his teeth. Caesar passed the hair rope through, and tied a knot in the thread made of the red hair, and turned into a necklace with teeth. The boy was already stunned.

Caesar threw the necklace to him and said lightly: "Aren't you little bastards very popular to make a wolf-tooth necklace to pretend to be cool? Then hang this dog's tooth, which can be regarded as leaving a souvenir for yourself."

The boy's expression was indeed furious.

But Caesar just glanced at him: "Save me, save me the dirty words you learned from your brothers. As long as I hear one sentence, I will let you parade naked without leaving your underwear. Don't you want to work hard? Don't you want to do big things? I will let you shine your hammer first, and let me see what kind of face you have to work hard after you completely lose people."

The boy's face turned pale in an instant, and Caesar pointed to the bowl on the table: "Go, drink that."

He turned around and dragged out a small stove from the corner, lit the fire, and started boiling water. The basin on the wall was filled with noodles that had been fermented long ago, and they were pulled into small pieces, thrown into water and boiled until it was boiling. It was a pot of steaming food, and then sprinkled some seasonings and meat pieces. Unconsciously, the aroma spreads to the whole room. Although it was simple, it was free and easy to eat.

"Eat." Caesar set up food on the table, sat on the stool with a big thorn, picked up the spoon and started eating. Unlike him, the boy ate breakfast with tears in his eyes, and no one dared to discipline him like this. He had never encountered such severity in his life, but for some reason, this severity made him feel a little peaceful.

This man gave him the most unpredictable panic in his life, but he felt a long-lost sense of security in this incomparable panic, which made him dare not face it.

Caesar looked at the boy's expression and curled his lips.

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Due to huge psychological and physical trauma, the little bastard has already fallen asleep. Don’t touch things randomly, otherwise you will be killed. I will not be allowed to run away before I come back, otherwise I will chase you and kill you. This is what Caesar left behind.

"You haven't left yet." The king slowly walked to his wooden carving straw hut. The group of teenagers who were competing on the streets had dispersed, but only the carriage was still there, and the white figure was still there. The woman smiled at him gently: "I haven't thanked you yet."

"Besides this, there are other things." Caesar smiled. Even if his temper was restrained to suppress the reversal impulse, his essence never changed at all, just like he threatened sternly when dealing with the boy, just as he had already taken the initiative when talking to a woman, "I probably know what you mean, how do you convince me?"

The woman frowned and seemed to be thinking about such a question carefully. She then slowly laughed: "Let's talk in another place, after all, it's not very convenient here."

Chapter 1: Wife and other things... Let me tell you, I didn't think much about anything...
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