Eight children, who have been eating scraps for the past few years.

And the so-called leftovers and the dumped meals imagined by modern people are by no means the same.

More often, the juice that the eight children tried to get from all over the place was boiled in old earthen pots together with the leaves picked from the trees, and then swallowed.

This is also the reason why the eight children are so thin.

Over the years, the happiest time for the eight children was that they could occasionally see some leftover vegetable leaves in the juice they were asking for, and occasionally be able to beg for half a mouthful of leftover rice.

As for the whole steamed bun, the eight children have never seen it in years.

This is a troubled world in itself, and people are dying of hunger. Half a bowl of rice is enough for a strong man to die, not to mention a steamed bun.

Take it to the outside of the city, I don't know how many refugees are willing to go all out for this one steamed bun.

Right now, there were at least four or five steamed buns in front of him. Ling Tian absolutely couldn't believe that any kind person had given them such kindness to these poor children.

Ling Tian looked at the two girls in front of him indifferently. In the memory of this world, he and the seven children in front of him were all acquaintances, and he knew the emotions of the eight children.

And he Lingtian only lost the emotion that belongs to human beings, but definitely not lost the thinking of distinguishing everything.

He can clearly understand the friendship between the children in front of him and him, and even more clearly why the seven people share two or three steamed buns, and then let him enjoy two steamed buns alone.

That's because he is a wounded person, and the seven children want him to get better soon, but these poor children don't have any money and can't afford medicine, so after getting some steamed buns, they put half of them away gave him.

As for why they didn't give them all, that's because the other seven children are not doing well either.

The memory scattered in his mind, Ling Tian's body injuries at this time were purely from being beaten by a group of street gangsters not long ago, and that time, not only Ling Tian was beaten, but all the eight children were beaten. of six boys.

That time, when they were begging for food, they accidentally angered a street gangster, and then they were beaten badly by the gangster who greeted their accomplices.

As for the fact that the two girls didn't get beaten, it wasn't because the gangsters had any morality and didn't beat women, it was because the gangsters wanted to accept these two girls.

That time, if it wasn't for the six boys working frantically, and if it wasn't for the two girls who threatened to kill themselves immediately, I am afraid that the two girls would have already been taken away, and the six boys would not be left. several.

However, even if it was so resolute, Ling Tian's predecessor still almost died.

After such tragedies, Ling Tian wouldn't believe that God opened his eyes, or that someone gave them gifts like steamed buns.

Based on Ling Tian's experience in several worlds, at this time, the only ones who would give them steamed buns were those gangsters, but it was not because of any guilt in their hearts, but as a means to win over the two girls.

When the eight children with the same fate and deep feelings faced the threat of death from their companions, they exchanged a few steamed buns for the two girls.

This is a different kind of training.

This is also some kind of extreme evil.

Ling Tian looked at the two girls in front of him. Of course he didn't have any emotions at this time, but his thinking was analyzing, if he had emotions, how would he react at this time.

Emotions were originally human instincts, but after losing them, even existences like Ling Tian didn't know how to get them back.

Right now, Ling Tian can only seal his own strength, and then, retain his memory, through analysis and simulation, try to see if he can retrieve his emotions.

"Is it those bastards..."

Ling Tian's voice sounded softly, and when he spoke, he looked at the five boys behind the two girls.

Following his words, the five boys who seemed to be sharing two or three steamed buns leisurely behind them suddenly froze, and then, full of pain emerged from the faces of these five children.

The oldest of them looked only in his early ten years, and the youngest looked only seven or eight years old.

However, poverty has already taught them a lot of things.

Being able to live on the street for a few years, even the youngest one, basically means that from the moment when he has a general understanding of the whole world, he understands what is meant by sinister people and what is meant by difficult things in the world.

Children who grow up in such an environment will never have such emotions as innocence.

However, the emotions between the eight people are truly sincere, and because of their misery since childhood, this kind of emotion is even more sincere. They are no longer companions, but family members, and a reflection of themselves. .

These five sensible boys naturally knew what would happen if the two girls were taken away by those gangsters.

However, Ling Tian's fate and the reality that they couldn't fight made them unable to think of any way to fight.

"In this world, sects are respected, and gangs are everywhere. If we want to avoid being bullied, we must find a gang to join..."

Ling Tian looked at the children in front of him and said slowly.

He didn't say joining a sect, because that was something he couldn't expect, but in fact, it wasn't easy for a gang.

The sect is at the top, even if there is a dispute, it is only a dispute with other sects. For ordinary people, it is the existence of another world, and gangs are rooted in the world of ordinary people.

More often, the meaning of the existence of gangs is to manage the industry for the sect and to deliver fresh blood.

Regardless of whether it is the former or the latter, the gangs usually live with knives and manage the industry. If the industry wants to make profits, it needs to fight. But for the blood supply, there are only so many talents. If you want to get more Talent obviously also needs to compete.

It can be said that gangs are the knives of sects, the knives placed in the mundane world, and this knives are consumables, which are consumables when disputes with other sects.

Whether it is industry or talent, the sects will not take action in person, that is too cheap, and the sect will not even ask who the gang is fighting with, and how to do it, anyway, even if the two gangs below kill a lot of blood feuds, for For the sects above them, they can still be allies with each other.

Under this circumstance, the life of the gang will not be easy.

It can be said that a gang is basically a group of cannon fodder, the cannon fodder of a sect.

However, even as cannon fodder, the life of the gang is much better than that of ordinary people.

At the very least, people in the gang don't have to worry about being hungry.

At the very least, in the eyes of street gangsters, the members of the gang are their eldest brothers. As long as the gang members say something random, which gangster dares to dance.

"A few of us, a few of us..."

Listening to Ling Tian's words, the two girls hadn't reacted yet, but the five boys' eyes had already lighted up slightly, but they had dimmed immediately. They were children after all, and they were all under ten years old.

Which gang would accept these children.

Absolutely not.

"We all have a chance..."

Ling Tian stretched out his hand and grabbed the steamed bun in the girl's hand in front of him, and stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth in three or two bites. Ling Tian felt the steamed bun slowly dissolving in his stomach.

The whole body seemed to be stretched out, Ling Tian only felt a slight shock.

Although it's just a steamed bun, for Hanako, which lacks nutrients all the year round, a steamed bun brings far more things than imagined. The body suddenly replenishes the new energy that has never been replenished in the past few years, not to mention.

The mental satisfaction alone is enough to make a person instantly cheer up like a chicken blood.

Turning over and sitting up, Ling Tian felt his lower body, and immediately shook his head helplessly.

His own seal is obviously extremely perfect. At this time, let alone strength in his body, even in his mind, he can't think of any memory of cultivation.

Compared to the previous world, his arrangements in this world are quite strict.

Since the memory is not sealed, it is naturally impossible to inexplicably awaken various powers.

So, next, he can only rely on himself.

With a weak body, there is no possibility of recovering any strength, Ling Tian frowned, and then climbed up from the ground. The eight children were just huddled in the ruined temple, and this ruined temple was still a kind of real Broken and small broken temple.

The front and back were added together to hold more than ten square feet. Obviously, when it was originally intact, it was not a **** dedicated to it.

And now, in this small space of ten square meters, there are countless places where there is nothing directly above the head. In addition, a wall is broken through with a hole. It can be said that this broken temple can only hold three or four square meters. The roof is covered with tiles, which is probably the reason why this ruined temple was not covered by other beggars, but was kept in the hands of eight children.

Ling Tian rolled over and sat up, looking indifferently ahead.

With their strength, the eight of them wanted to join the gang, which was obviously a joke.

His eyes turned slightly, Ling Tian had just turned his gaze to look forward, but suddenly, his body trembled slightly, and then his head turned violently.

Just in the glance just now, Ling Tian seemed to feel that he had completely memorized all the scenes in the area he swept, and he could even report the number of thatch grass on the ground in the area he swept.

This is an extremely strange thing, as if his strength is still there, possessing all kinds of magic.

But Ling Tian can be completely sure that he has indeed sealed all the power. This kind of seal will not be released even if he dies. Strictly speaking, unless he returns to the original body, in the copy world, he will not be released. It was as if all previous powers had been completely abolished.

Then, the phenomenon just now was not because of his strength.

Ling Tian's eyes moved slightly. After all, he was someone who once climbed to the top. Soon, Ling Tian knew why such complicated things happened.

The reason why he can remember everything at a glance, as if he has never lost his power, is because even if he has sealed all his power, this time he entered this world with most of his clones, and he No block memory.

Therefore, at this time, his soul power remained in its full state.

Although he does not have the power of a body, his powerful soul is enough to give him all kinds of special powers that are beyond ordinary people.

His eyesight, ear, and even physical quality will all be affected by the soul. Although he won't become an exaggerated existence that breaks the sky and feet, he is more observant, has better hearing, and greater strength than ordinary people. , the reaction is faster and other things are normal.

This gave him the opportunity to join the gang.

"We can..."

With a slight certainty in his heart, Ling Tian smiled at the seven children and said.

At this time, Ling Tian, ​​who was in a simulated state with the seven children, completely regarded himself as himself, and integrated into the identities of the previous seven children's partners.

In the smile, Ling Tian stood up, he felt it slightly, the pain in the chest and abdomen was still there, and it was not too light, but the growth of the soul did indeed bring about changes in the body.

Ling Tian could feel that in the severe pain, his internal organs seemed to be wriggling rapidly.

Although this kind of wriggling will not speed up his recovery, it can greatly relieve the pain and make his recovery a little faster.

He got up and took two steps, Ling Tian slowly picked up a bamboo pole from the ruined temple.

It was probably a bamboo pole about the thickness of a finger. Ling Tian held it in his hand and waved it slightly. Whether it was toughness or hardness, it was not bad.

Holding this bamboo pole, Ling Tian closed his eyes slightly~lightnovelpub.net~ and then quickly opened them again. He smiled helplessly again. Sure enough, there was no memory of swordsmanship in his mind.

Even, there is no experience on how to use the sword to be faster.

The arm trembled, Ling Tian stabbed the bamboo pole in his hand towards the front at the fastest speed.

A slight sound of breaking the air sounded, and the bamboo pole suddenly turned into a stream of light and stabbed forward.

The speed is extremely fast, but this kind of extremely fast is only aimed at ordinary people. If the opponent is an ordinary person, if he is caught off guard, he is likely to be stabbed. If Ling Tian's methods are a bit more aggressive, he will probably be able to pierce through. throat or eyes, which can be fatal.

However, if the other party is prepared, even an ordinary person will probably not be killed by a bamboo pole.

Weak, very weak...

However, if you can learn a trick and a half, it will probably be greatly enhanced.

Ling Tian thought to himself, then he retracted the bamboo pole and turned to look at the seven dumbfounded children who were stunned by the action of stabbing the bamboo pole just now.

"Let's go, let's find the smallest gang and try to join..."

Ling Tian calmly glanced at the seven children and said.

Even if he determined his behavior pattern through rational analysis, he also simulated and integrated himself into these seven people, restoring the previous scene of the eight children who were dependent on each other, but, lacking emotion, he could never be the same as his predecessor with the remaining seven children.

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