Chapter 945 My son! !

Chapter 945 My son! !

Except for the daily quarrels between Dog-Head Amber and Pirate Amber, the rest of the people gathered around the swordsman.

They were still very curious about the newcomers who came every time.

"This is the situation. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would be in danger."

The newcomer Amber was a teenager of eighteen or nineteen years old, with regular features, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looked like a decent person at first glance.

However, after the fusion of memories, what was revealed in those eyes was completely inconsistent with his appearance.

There are many worlds at present, and the aptitudes brought by the different experiences of the original owners are also different, which are reflected in different temperaments.

For example, the transcendence of Amber in One Person, the free and easy of Amber the Swordsman, the heroic of Amber the Pirate, and the neuroticism of Amber the God of Death.

And so on.

"It's okay now, don't learn from some guys who just find a place to hide and be salted fish."

Swordsman Amber patted the newcomer on the shoulder and swept his eyes over the other old hands.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, the meaning in his eyes was very obvious.

Amber from the Saint Seiya world didn't dare to look at him, and turned his head to one side awkwardly, almost pouting his lips and whistling.

"Thank you."

The newcomer Amber nodded gratefully.

His situation was indeed not very good. Not only did he travel to a dynasty that had never existed in history, but there were also masters everywhere.

Those guys were lawless and killed people at will. Although the court also had masters to suppress them, they could only do so in some important places. They simply didn't have the ability to spread them out.

In this case, either you have enough status to let others work for you, or you just gather all the power in yourself.

Unfortunately, the original owner of the newcomer Amber's body had neither of them. He was just the son of a hunter in the mountains. He lost his father when he was in his teens and lived on some hunting skills he had learned and collecting firewood and digging wild vegetables on weekdays.

But the hemp rope breaks at the thinnest part. The original owner was bitten by a poisonous snake in the mountains and died directly. If Amber hadn't traveled through time, I'm afraid that his mother and two children who were only seven or eight years old would have starved to death.

But even so, life was very difficult. Not to mention eating well, even eating enough was a luxury. Often, there was no food for the next meal.

"Okay, let's adjourn if there's nothing else."

Everything that should be said has been said. There is nothing special about the newcomers this time, so the swordsman Amber didn't waste time: "Doghead, don't think about going to other worlds anymore. You will have a chance when the time comes."

"Big brother."

Doghead Amber called out aggrievedly, but didn't dare to say anything in the end.

Prestige is something that is accumulated bit by bit in daily life. As an elder among elders, how much authority the swordsman Amber has, only he knows.

This point cannot be seen even if the memory is merged every time.

The newcomer Amber looked at this scene with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Do I have to experience more things?

Thinking silently in his heart, his figure disappeared into space with everyone else.

I don't know how long it has been, a sigh sounded faintly, with endless desolation.

The eighth year of Kaiyuan in Jingguo.

At the foot of a small hill called Woniu Mountain in Mobei, in a small village consisting of dozens of families, there is a door open. A peasant woman in a tattered jacket stared at the entrance of the village with expectation and fear in her expression.

Occasionally, villagers passing by saw this scene, either shook their heads and sighed, or strode away, but no one was willing to stop and talk.

As early as last month, it had snowed heavily here, and it has not stopped for a day until now.

The foot of the mountain has long been white, let alone the mountain.

But even so, some people still choose to go into the mountain when they have no choice.

For example, the son of the peasant woman.

The reason for this is that she got sick last month. In order to save her life, the family's winter food was exchanged for medicinal materials. Although the person was saved, there was no food left. The possibility of the whole family being able to survive this winter was very slim.

The mother and daughter did not think about asking for some from other families, but now the world is difficult and they can't even eat enough, so where can they give others surplus food?

As a last resort, her eldest son had to carry a hatchet and a bow and arrow to fight for his life in the mountains.

This walk lasted three days.

The villagers said that the farmer's son died in the mountains, but she didn't believe it and would wait outside the door every day.

"Auntie, why are you doing this?"

As time passed slowly, there was a sound of footsteps on the originally quiet road. The farmer turned her head blankly, and when she saw the person coming, her eyes showed strong disgust and fear.

"My son is not dead! He will be back soon!"

The hoarse voice was weak, but unwavering.

"Alas"

Compared to the dry and dark appearance of the peasant woman, the man who came over had much fairer skin and a greasy mouth.

This was unique in the whole village.

His name was An Kaiyuan, and he was a tyrant in Anjia Village. Not only did he have many men, but his eldest son was a constable in the county town a hundred miles away.

To those big men, he might just be a small figure who was not on the stage, but to these villagers in the village, he was already out of reach.

"We are all from the same village. Brother Yong and I were childhood friends. He left early, leaving you an orphan and a widow. As a brother, I naturally cannot stand by and watch."

An Kaiyuan sighed hypocritically, "As long as you are willing to nod, I will not only provide you with food, but also firewood for the winter."

The peasant woman seemed not to hear it. After saying that, she was unwilling to speak, staring blankly into the distance.

Seeing this scene, An Kaiyuan's anger surged in his heart, but was quickly suppressed.

Although he coveted the dozen acres of land, he didn't want to be too ugly. After all, they were from the same village, and it would be hard to be criticized every day.

"Aunt, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about Goudanzi and Yaya. They haven't eaten for several days, right?"

The peasant woman trembled, and her originally hunched back seemed to have a spine, and she collapsed.

Seeing this, An Kaiyuan's eyes lit up, and he was about to strike while the iron was hot, when he suddenly heard shouting from the entrance of the village.

"Bear!! So big!"

"Wow!!! Brother Bo is back!"

"Brother Bo is so awesome! Even more awesome than his father!"

The villagers' chatter spread far away. The farmer's eyes lit up when she heard her son's name. She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she ran.

But she overestimated herself after all. She fell to the ground after a few steps, but she got up again soon.

Until she saw that familiar face, she couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed.

"My son!!!"