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Chapter 223 The Snow Fox of the Eminent Monk (8)

Bai Mujiu's expression was always calm, but it was Shu Xiaomeng who was in his arms, looking at everything on both sides, feeling a little astringent in his heart.

She has never faced famine, and in peaceful times, famine rarely happens.

It's not that she hasn't seen people who died of starvation. There are also cases of some patients who were starved to death because they couldn't eat.

But she had never seen people who were forced to starve to death under the cruel war.

Judging from the pits on both sides, there are many, many hungry people.

Bai Mujiu walked for almost a stick of incense, and finally came to a street in Baicheng.

Unfortunately, this street is the famous poor street in Baicheng.

Just standing at the end of the street, Shu Xiaomeng could feel the pain and despair coming from inside, even death.

Shu Xiaomeng poked her head out of Bai Mujiu's arms, her eyes kept rolling, she didn't know what she was thinking.

After Bai Mujiu saw that he came here, his calm face finally showed a little emotion.

He hugged Shu Xiaomeng and stood at the end of the street for a cup of tea.

Finally, he lifted his feet and walked on the street with her in his arms.

The streets are filthy and there is hardly anything to set foot on.

There were many people lying down on the street, if it wasn't for the slightly heaving chest, Shu Xiaomeng would have thought they were dead.

Regarding the arrival of this person and one fox, they just glanced at them lightly and then looked away.

Even though they are very hungry, their sanity is still there.

At this time, how can a person who can support a fox be an ordinary person?

They are afraid of death, and they know that they can't afford to mess with the man in monk's robe holding a fox in front of them.

The further Bai Mujiu walked in, the more restless the expression on his face became.

Although he had already thought of the tragedy of this world before, when he actually saw it, he still couldn't help being moved.

In war, civilians are the most innocent, but they are also the ones who suffer the most.

Bai Mujiu moved his lips, wanting to say something, but he still didn't say it in the end.

Shu Xiaomeng huddled in Bai Mujiu's arms, and couldn't bear to see them again.

Those numb faces and those almost desperate eyes made her feel oppressed.

"Mother... Mother... Mother... Don't leave me... Don't..." A shrill cry sounded in Shu Xiaomeng's ear.

She subconsciously looked for the sound, and saw a little boy in scanty clothes pushing a middle-aged woman who was also in scanty clothes. The woman's chest no longer rose and fell. Thinking about the boy's reaction, Shu Xiao Moe knows that this woman is dead.

The little boy's mother died.

Shu Xiaomeng felt that her eyes were a little dry, she turned her head, and couldn't bear to watch that scene again.

But the sound of "Mother, wake up!" echoed in her ears over and over again, as if to make her remember this voice forever.

At this moment, Bai Mujiu's pace seemed to speed up a little.

Shu Xiaomeng only felt a gust of wind blowing over her face, and it hurt a little, and it hurt her heart.

Shu Xiaomeng raised her small face and looked at Bai Mujiu with calm eyes.

Bai Mujiu lowered his head and looked at Xiaoxuehu with tears in his eyes. He felt a sudden pain in his heart. He seemed to have returned to a certain scene. She also looked at him like this, which made him feel very distressed.

(End of this chapter)