Fast Travel: Please take care of the wronged villain from all dimensions

The boat left quickly, and Xihuan waved goodbye at the three people who were reluctant to leave.

Zhang Zihan in the system space watched this scene, "They just left like that? Will they be in danger on the way?"

Xi Huan looked at the gloomy sky. "They will leave safely and find the organization. But your soul has come to me. If I fulfill your wish, your soul may be scattered. What else is there to do?"

Zhang Zihan's eyes were a little confused, "I want to see how cruel this world is."

Xi Huan chuckled, "It will be very cruel, can you bear it?"

Zhang Zihan's eyes were firm. "I have felt it in my previous life, and experienced it deeply. But I can still survive with my hands and feet intact. What about those who are worse off than me?"

Xihuan didn't say anything, but went to the refugee area alone.

The hungry old people and children, whether they are the initiators of war or the invaded party, the ones who suffer are always the powerless old, weak, women and children.

Xihuan took out some food from the system space and looked at the people like this. Although he knew their final outcome, he still had to do something.

After the food was distributed, a little girl with a dark face looked at Xihuan from a distance. She wanted to go forward but hesitated.

Xi Huan took a few steps forward and looked at the little girl with a smile, "Why don't you come over?"

He took out a steamed bun and handed it to her. The little girl looked at her dirty hands, wiped them on her body, raised her hand to take the steamed bun, and there were a few fingerprints on it.

She ate it in small bites, cherishing it very much.

An old woman nearby shook her head helplessly, "In this chaotic time of war, it would be fine if this little girl died, but if she is captured, I don't know what kind of torture she will suffer." Zhang Zihan was in the system space, looking at the steamed bun in the little girl's hand, and suddenly recalled something.

At that time, she was still a high school student in the 21st century. Her grandmother liked to steam the steamed buns with flour. Every time she saw them, she lost her appetite and would always say, "Grandma, these are not as soft as bread, and not as delicious as bread. Now we don't need that bite of food, so don't make them."

Every time she went to a banquet as a guest, she would feel disgusted and disdainful when she saw staple foods like steamed buns and rice.

“It’s karma.”

Zhang Zihan murmured, she raised her hand to wipe the tears from her face. It was so strange, could the soul cry?

She didn't understand. "The food I used to dislike is something that they can only find in their generation. Our generation is really spoiled."

"Each era has its own needs. In peaceful times, the pursuit of spiritual things is a need. In fact, it is not so good for people to always live in a greenhouse. In wartime, people look forward to victory and have a unified determination to face the outside world. In development times, people are constantly developing and building. In peaceful times, people are pursuing a better self. When the prosperous times are decadent, human beings have no yearning, because no matter how hard they try, it is useless. The times are developing too fast, which will make human beings complete and convenient, but will also eliminate human beings.

If one industry has 100 employees working in it, it can support 100 families, but 100 AIs can only serve one capitalist.”

"So you are excellent, but the times are too fast and you are unwilling to stop."

At this time, the little girl had finished eating the steamed bun in her hand. Xi Huan took out another one, but the little girl didn't eat it this time. "I'm going to give it to the lady."

The old woman beside heard this and said angrily, "Miss? Leave it for yourself. Isn't it enough that you have been a slave for the past few years?"

(End of this chapter)