God cannot care for everyone, he can only rely on himself.

Chen Xingyu

The grasslands on Timi continent are always green and tempting, but unfortunately the wastelands here are also extremely desolate.

Chen Xing walked on the only path leading to the nearest Jier City in Forgotten Forest, surrounded by a wasteland. There were everywhere the wilderness left by war. There were also traces of defeat left by robbers robbing caravans.

The Timi continent always has constant wars, and countries fight each other for the sake of interests. War will displace many people. Also, after each war, villages of all sizes will appear like mushrooms after a rain. After all, people always have to survive, and gathering together is much more likely to survive than a single wandering.

Three years have passed since the last mainland war, and now is the time for the revival of all industries. Chen Xing knew that there should be a small village 20 kilometers east along the trade route on this wasteland. Seeing that it was not very early, it was a good idea to go there to spend the night. Thinking of this, Chen Xing accelerated his pace.

Chen Xing had good eyesight and saw the outline of the village from a distance. But Chen Xing always felt something was wrong. It was obvious that the village seemed too quiet now. It was already evening, but there was not even a smoke to light a cooking stove.

It was simply a dead domain, which was Chen Xing's only idea after he arrived in the village. The entire village was filled with corpses frozen in huge ice, and each corpse had a look of fear on his face. Chen Xing searched carefully. No matter what, it was Chen Xing's combat instinct to beware of the dangers around him.

"Who can forgive me..." A faint voice came from the square in the middle of the village.

Chen Xing slowly walked towards the square and found that the closer he got to the square, the denser the frozen corpses were. Finally, on a stone in the center of the square, Chen Xing saw the owner of the sound.

A teenager……

A boy about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a few pieces of cloth that could not be covered on his body, even if he was dressed. His long dark hair was scattered in front of him, and his head was low and he sat on the stone in the middle of the square. His shoulders were trembling slightly.

"Who can forgive me..."

"Who can forgive me for my sins..." the boy kept muttering.

Chen Xing slowly squatted down.

"Tell me, your sin." The hoarse voice made the boy tremble.

"I, I am guilty, all the people in the village, all....................... are dead. I killed my mother. I killed me. I am guilty..."

"reason."

"They said, I am the child of the devil, I, I bring disaster, they asked my mother to kill me. My mother held the knife, I was so scared, afraid..." The boy couldn't help but tremble, his whole body was shaking, trembling, as if he was escaping from everything around him.

He was also a victim of religion, Chen Xing couldn't help but shook his head and sighed. The struggle of the primitive sect in the mainland was extremely sharp. It was common to burn pagans to death. Even such a desolate place had such a custom. It must be that the villagers here wanted to regard the child as the messenger of the demon and ask the child's mother to kill him. The surrounding corpses must be the ice halo of the magic burst produced by the child's emotional excitement. So many people could be frozen in an instant, which shows that the child has extremely powerful magic. No wonder the villagers here regard the child as a demon. How can ignorant people understand how precious this power is. Since they want to kill this child so cruelly, then they can't blame anyone if they are killed by this child.

Sin? How can we talk about?

"Raise your head." The hoarse voice seemed to have magic. In the mind of this young man, this voice brought him endless warmth and safety.

The boy slowly raised his head. Under the cover of his long dark hair, there were purple-red eyes, flashing with the light of Yao Yi, but there was only endless pain and sadness in his eyes. His handsome and pale face was filled with fear, and he said tremblingly.

"Can you forgive me? Can you? Can you forgive me?" It seemed that you had caught a life-saving straw, and the boy's eyes were begging now.

Looking at this handsome boy quietly, Chen Xing only felt endless pity in his heart.

He slowly stretched out his hand and stroked the boy's head.

"Forgive you!! Me, Chen Xing!! Forgive you!!!" Like a vow, Chen Xing's loud and loud voice spread throughout the village.

At that moment, the boy's face experienced a change of despair to begging and then ecstasy. His lips were trembling, but he could not make any sounds, and tears kept sliding down the boy's face.

"Wow..." The boy could no longer help but howled loudly, and pounced on Chen Xing's body, grabbed Chen Xing's clothes tightly, and said nothing.

"Don't...wuwuwu..., don't leave...wuwuwu...wuwuwu...wuwuwu." The boy seemed to have found a sustenance, only knowing to beg continuously. At this moment, Chen Xing had become the only support for this boy.

"It's past, everything is over." Chen Xing reached out and gently stroked the boy's head, comforting him softly.

"Poor child, since no one agrees with you, let me agree with you. From now on, my surname is your surname, and your name is Chen Bing. All those who despise you and persecut you will be my enemies. You will live under my wings until the day you take off!!" Chen Xing's voice echoed over the entire village.

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Two figures walked from afar on the official road outside the west gate of Jier City.

"Don't always stand behind me and raise my chest." Chen Xing now felt a sense of regret. Chen Bing would never walk side by side with him and must follow him. He respected and relied on himself, but if others approached, he would immediately show strong hostility.

It felt like I had become his exclusive item, Chen Xing couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Star, I will always be your shadow, and the shadow cannot appear in front of your body." Chen Bing has escaped from his sadness and showed his stubborn side.

Helplessly, Chen Xing finally gave up.

Seeing the guards outside the city gate from afar, Chen Xing accelerated his pace.

"Hey, those two people, come here." The guard shouted at Chen Xing and the others.

I sighed in my heart, so-called King of Hell is easy to see, but the little ghost is difficult to deal with. Chen Xing knew that the trouble was coming.

Looking up and down at Chen Xing and the other two, the guards clearly revealed that you were not a good person.

Chen Xing tried to soften the lines on his face, trying to express his intention of being a good person. But it seemed that the effect was not great. Chen Bing behind him lowered his head and tried hard to hide his strong hostility.

"It's great, don't wink at me. You are not a resident nearby, right?" A guard next to him spoke first.

"Yes, sir, I came from the Forgotten Forest. This is my friend." There was no panic on Chen Xing's face.

"Oh? Well, that's fine, you guys go in." The guard seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly made way for the passage.

Chen Xing looked at the guard deeply, nodded slightly to thank him, and pulled Chen Bing into the city quickly.

The guard behind him who was looking for trouble couldn't help but complain.

"Captain, why did you put them in? You have to get some alcohol money."

"Shut up, don't you notice anything wrong with the person ahead? You don't think about which one comes from the Forgotten Forest is easy to deal with? If he takes action, you and I will have to explain it here immediately." The captain's words were obviously scared.
Chapter completed!