The flood season of the River of Wisdom has arrived as scheduled, and countless blank pebbles have been thrown to the shore, and crazy people are scrambling to fight for the blank pebbles.

Lu Li stood by the river, holding an umbrella that has not been named yet, and threw some guys who were snatching their eyes into the river. As for the consequences of falling into the River of Wisdom without protection, Lu Li should have considered it.

Picking up an empty pebbles that fell at his feet, Lu Li followed Professor Alice's method and tapped the pebbles with his hands, opened a transparent bubble that wrapped Lu Li in, and then jumped into the river of wisdom.

Transparent bubbles float towards unknown places as they enter the colorful river. The colorful light shines on the bubbles, making them particularly beautiful. In the colorful colors outside the bubbles, it seems to contain all the knowledge and magic of the world.

Under the infinite starry sky, a star emitted light, and Lu Li also felt a trace of tentacles entering the bubble, and Lu Li's mission panel also changed in it:

【Sub-copy: Candy House in the Forest】

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Bangier, who is 13 years old this year, is the eldest son of his family. Early in the morning, before dawn, he got up from the bed, dressed in fur to prevent the cold fog in the morning and the biting cold wind.

The season is slowly coming to the end of summer. Before the sun comes out, the fog and cold wind will make you feel the breath of winter.

Bangill rubbed a pair of red hands, holding a somewhat worn wooden barrel in his hand, and walked towards the river in the distance.

In this small village by the forest, it is not as prosperous as in a big city. There are no wells in the village. If you want to use water, you have to run to the river outside the village to fetch water. Next, whether it is the family's soup, feeding cows, or cleaning, you have to wait for this bucket of water.

Bangier, carrying the wooden barrel, came to the riverside, carefully found a safe place, and put the wooden barrel into the river to fetch water.

He looked around vigilantly, paying attention to any possible dangers. Last week, Helen from the next house was taken into the forest by an unknown beast passing by.

Although wild beasts in the forest generally do not walk out of the forest, there are always several examples. For the sake of his own life, Bangill has always been very careful not only for the sake of his own life, but also for his education to his sister.

Thinking of her younger sister Corandi, Bangier's heart was a little calm. People living in the small village outside the forest were all not wealthy people, and it was difficult to support themselves. After all, if there was conditions, no one would want to live in a safe town, even though it was a little smelly there.

A family that is difficult to support themselves will naturally work hard to support themselves. For example, Bangill gets up every morning to get water and cook, and then mows the grass and feeds the cows later.

Then, my father and mother didn’t have time recently, so Bangill needed to travel all afternoon to bring the saved milk to the town for sale in exchange for some money and some black bread.

Then he wanted to hide the black bread and wooden barrels, find a way to do odd jobs in the town, and want to spend a night in the town without being cold to death, and escape back with the wooden barrel and black bread the next day.

Yes, when you escape, the gangsters in the town like him the most. If they catch Banguil, then black bread or something will definitely be plundered and they will be beaten.

In addition to the above, Bangier, who can get home, also has to do a lot of housework. People of this era, especially those who are poor, live every day is a miracle.

And my sister Corandi is almost 10 years old this year. It is estimated that in a short time, she may be sold, and then she will become a slave to others or a standing street person.

Lifting the wooden barrel full of water, Bangill looked at the source of the river, which spread out from the forest in the distance, and the river filled with mist was in the forest. The mist seemed to turn black under the shadow of the forest.

An inexplicable panic appeared in Bangier's mind. The plan had been made long ago, but hesitated. There were people coming to fetch water intermittently. There were adults and children here, and they were all people who were not easy to live.

Bangil walked back with a wooden barrel full of water. Another young man touched Bangil lightly and gave him a look. Bangil hesitated and nodded, and returned home with the bucket.

The young man's name was Cole, two years older than Bangill. It was him and another man and Bengill who made plans. Bangill understood what Cole had just done, that was to find time and meet in the old place later.

My sister Corandi had already gotten up and was burning the fire. Seeing Bangier come back, Corandi smiled at her brother with tender face, and then continued to lower her head and blow the flames. The black and gray made her face covered with flowers.

Bangier's heart warmed slightly, and he hurried over and raised the pot, poured the water back into the pot, put a small amount of black bread, some wild vegetables and a small piece of dried meat that had been stored for a long time.

The wooden door sounded, and Benjill's father and mother both got up. Today they needed the village chief's house to discuss some things. Benjill tried to act well and after his parents finished eating.

Bangill and his sister were eating some soup with some residue left, and then they saw their father and mother walking out of the house with their only weapon in the house. The bow and arrow used by their father to hunt were taken out. Bangill said in his heart that he deserved to die.

Listening absent-mindedly as his father asked to feed cows and buy milk, Bangill glanced at the bow and arrow that was far away from him, and hesitated even more.

"Maybe my father won't sell his sister? After all, my sister is so cute." Bengill made an excuse for his plan to give up, and walked into the cow pen with the dead grass.

The two cows were the biggest source of wealth in the family besides the father hunting. It can even be said that he and his sister may not necessarily have these two cows. After all, the son and daughter can still be reborn, and the cows will die if they die.

"I'll go and sell milk for a higher price this afternoon. I'll talk to my father when I come back tomorrow. Maybe my sister won't be sold." Bangill walked to the cow pen and was about to put the dead grass in it, but the next moment his face turned pale.

The blood color faded from her already withered face, making Bangill look like a dead person. In the cow pen, the two cows fell to the ground with blue skin, spitting foam in their mouths, and they vented more air and intake less air. It seemed that they would not be able to survive.

In the corner of the cow pen, there was a big black snake spitting out a snake letter, staring at Bangier with his little eyes.

Bangill felt that his eyes were full of mockery of fate. The cow died and half of his family's financial resources were cut off. His sister would definitely be sold now, and maybe even he would not be spared.

Bangill felt something choking his neck, making it difficult and heavy for him to breathe. Thinking of his sister's smile, Bangill threw away the dead grass in his hand, and there was no hesitation in his heart.

Everything is to protect the lovely sister.
Chapter completed!