Online games: Starting from an encounter

The county government of Langya City was a pile of ruins, almost razed to the ground.

The equipment and gold coins on the ground had long been cleared out, and the brave ones were fed up and the timid ones starved to death. The players who rushed to the front made a lot of money, especially the assassins of the Soul Palace, such as Whale Fall, who each started with 20 gold equipment, and really made a fortune.

Of course, this is also a great thing for the Soul Palace. These equipment will be put into the warehouse at half the market price, and the remaining half will be exchanged for guild contribution points, and these assassin players will not be treated unfairly.

Including the gold coins picked up, basically everyone's income is more than 1 million.

As for other players in the Soul Palace, they can buy these gold equipment from the warehouse at half price. Of course, the remaining half needs to be exchanged with contribution points. Even if the contribution points are low, they cannot be exchanged.

However, contribution points can be borrowed (bought), borrowed from assassins, and assassins have the richest contribution points.

After this battle, the Soul Palace has reached the level of having a full set of gold suits per person, and there are still a lot left.

More than 10,000 pieces of gold suits, but there are only 1,000 people in the Soul Palace, with an average of more than 10 pieces per person, which is completely useless.

As for the dead assassins, the Soul Palace will also give a certain contribution value compensation, and will not let them die in vain.

Of course, Hua Wuque and Yan Nantian and others will deal with these things, and Shen Lang doesn't need to worry about them at all.

...

On the other side, Shen Lang sneaked all the way to the Langya City teleportation array, where Nan Xi was waiting for him.

Seeing Shen Lang, Nan Xi was relieved and hurried forward.

"Let's go, let's go to Chang'an City."

Shen Lang stepped forward to take the child, and then quickly entered the teleportation array with Nan Xi.

At this time, Shen Lang was not wanted, and his title was still there, so the guards did not attack him.

Soon, the two came to Chang'an City, and then came to Qingfeng Village through the teleportation array of Chang'an City, returning to the place where this journey started.

Qingfeng Village.

This once prosperous village has long been depressed with the departure of the players, leaving only a dozen original residents here. For them, the players are just passers-by.

Under the big willow tree at the entrance of the village, the old village chief still stood there, looking into the distance.

Shen Lang originally thought that he was there to issue tasks to the players, but at this moment he suddenly realized that it was not the case. He was waiting for the child who left his hometown to return home.

It's just that the child he missed so much will never come back...

Shen Lang looked sad, sighed softly, and came to the outside of the simple blacksmith shop with Nan Xi.

The old blacksmith was still the same, only his hair was a little whiter, and there were a few more wrinkles on his face. He was leaning on a cane and forging iron there.

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

The sound of metal colliding continued, and each hammer seemed to hit Shen Lang's heart, making him feel suffocated. He could not help but stand there, and dared not enter the house.

The death of the only relative was definitely a great disaster for an old man...

On the side, Nan Xi bit her red lips and looked at the child in Shen Lang's arms. The blood on her face had been cleaned up. Her face was pale and her eyes were closed, as if she was asleep.

"Hubby, we're here."

Nan Xi turned her eyes to Shen Lang, her eyes slightly red, and reminded him softly.

She was not familiar with the child, but at this moment she could truly empathize with him.

She knew that Shen Lang had never regarded the child as an NPC, but as a self-conscious person, a little sister...

"Yeah."

Shen Lang came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and then walked slowly into the blacksmith shop with the child in his arms.

"The guest is here, I wonder if the guest..."

The old blacksmith saw someone coming in, and he quickly put down the hammer in his hand and looked at Shen Lang, with a bit of surprise on his old face.

No one has come here for a long time.

In addition, his little granddaughter also went to the county city, leaving him alone. The house was really deserted, and he wished someone could come.

But the next moment, the surprise on the old blacksmith's face disappeared...

He stared at Shen Lang.

To be precise, he was looking at the little girl in Shen Lang's arms.

"Senior..."

Shen Lang looked at the gray-haired old blacksmith, and he was sad. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

At this moment, he would rather face the perverted Lauren than this poor old man...

At this moment, the old blacksmith seemed to realize something, and limped forward step by step. His expression was very calm, but tears had already blurred his turbid and old eyes.

"It's the little boy who is backAh... I'm glad you're back, I'm glad you're back."

A smile appeared on the wrinkled face of the old blacksmith, but that smile was extremely sad.

He stretched out his calloused hand, trembling as he wanted to touch his granddaughter's face, but stopped in the air, as if he was afraid of disturbing the little girl's sweet dream.

"Grandpa... I'll make you something delicious..."

Finally, the old blacksmith withdrew his hand and limped to the inner room, as if he really wanted to cook...

"Senior..."

"My benefactor, please sit down first, I... I'll go cook first, I'll go cook first, otherwise the child will be hungry. "

The old blacksmith walked into the inner room.

...

The greatest sorrow in the world is to send off black hair when one is old, and the old blacksmith has experienced this sorrow twice...

On this day, with the arrival of Shen Lang and Nan Xi, the peaceful Qingfeng Village was disturbed again.

And there is more than one old man who is sad...

At the door of the blacksmith shop.

Shen Lang looked at the equally old village chief in front of him with a sad face.

Beside him, Nan Xi held his hand tightly, with a bit of sadness on her pretty face.

"Yun'er... is dead too?"

The village chief murmured in a low voice, and his old eyes seemed to lose their spirit in an instant. He could no longer wait for the child to return home...

"Brother Qingyun died in the battle of the northern border..."

Shen Lang nodded. He wanted to hide it, but finally told the truth.

"Forget it, dying for the country is also a good death. This may be his fate. "

The village chief sighed, then turned around and left trembling. His hunched figure became even smaller.

"Am I wrong? Maybe hiding it from him is the best outcome..."

Shen Lang murmured in a low voice, not knowing whether he was talking to Nan Xi or to himself.

"Even if you don't tell him, he will know it sooner or later. You don't have to blame yourself. It's not your fault."

Nan Xi comforted softly, holding Shen Lang's hand unconsciously tighter.

"Alas..."

A sigh, as if telling the endless sadness...

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