Chapter 623 (1/2)

The battle of the human demon lasted for thousands of years, and the protoss did not intervene at all. I think it seems very interesting.

Some gods even bet on which side will win the final war.

In the case of daily war, in a small village, which is also located at the border of Terran territory and demon territory, there is a small piece of wild bamboo forest in the backyard of a scavenging boy.

It was the season of bamboo shoots. One day, as usual in spring, an 11-year-old boy went to dig bamboo shoots.

Digging, the little boy had a good harvest. There were a lot of baskets. When the little boy wiped his sweat and wanted to go home, under a green bamboo, a little girl in a green dress lay on her side.

Go over and squat next to the little girl.

The little girl is very cute. She is carved like a porcelain doll with long green hair scattered on her shoulders.

Although the hair color is different from ordinary people, there is no sense of disobedience, as if the girl's hair color should be.

The little boy's little hand wiped the clean place on his body for fear of soiling the girl's white, tender and flawless skin.

He poked the little girl's face with his index finger, which was as smooth as an egg he couldn't eat several times a year.

Poking and poking, the little boy's cheeks are red. She's really cute.

”Hey, wake up... Wake up...”

The little boy held the little girl's weak shoulder and pushed it gently.

However, the little boy shook the incense for less than half of the time, but he didn't wake up the little girl in the end.

But her slightly swollen chest fluctuated up and down.

After thinking about it, the little boy put down his basket, carried the little girl to his dilapidated courtyard, and then turned back to carry his bamboo shoots back.

Cover the little girl with a quilt. The little boy who has never taken care of others clumsily feeds her. Every time he pries open her mouth, the little boy always blushes inexplicably.

Work for the adults in the village in the morning, come back to take care of the little girl at noon, go down to work, and come back to take care of the little girl in the evening.

In the evening, there was only one bed and a pile of quilts in the shabby hut, so the little boy thought about it. Every time he washed himself in the river and then got into the quilt.

It's warm every time you get into bed. Maybe this is what adults often say to warm the bed

One day, when the little boy woke up with the rise of the sun, the first thing in front of the little boy was not the lovely and quiet sleeping face of the girl, but the big blinking eyes of the little girl.

The little girl woke up and looked at the little boy with big eyes.

The little girl lay on her side, not afraid, but curious in her eyes.

The four eyes are opposite. When the little girl looks at her like this, she blushes a little.

”You... What's your name...”

The little boy quickly sat up and asked nervously.

”Name...” the girl in the turquoise dress also sat on the head of the bed, frowning, ”I can't remember...”

”Well...”

The little boy scratched his head, turned over and got out of bed. He took out a book called ”book” from the cabinet.

The book was given to the little boy by a traveler.

The traveler called himself a scholar and a monk.

In this era of war, the little boy didn't know what the friar named scholar was, but he also heard from the village head's grandfather that he seemed to be a very powerful person.

”Choose one. If you don't have a name, it's very troublesome.”

The little boy spread out the books in front of the little girl.

”What words do you like?”

In fact, the little boy didn't know any words, but she thought they were good-looking. If she didn't know them, she would go back and ask the village head grandpa how to read them.

Reading the book, the girl in the blue dress finally put the book in front of the little boy.

A pair of big eyes looked at his appearance, as if to say: ”you choose...”