League of Legends Millennium Warlord

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Malzaha couldn't help but think of the rich man on the third floor of the hotel who threw down big bone sticks and poisonous steamed buns. If he had money, would it be easier to live?

"Dad, I'm sorry, I can't take you home..."

Malzahar found one of the paths of despair that was not the most despairing.

In the bustling crowd, no one helped, and no one came up to ask what was wrong.

Obviously they owe their father, but at this moment it seems as annoying as the father owes foreign debts. I am afraid that they know that my father is going to seek medical treatment from an old witch doctor who cheats money, for fear that my father will borrow money.

Just like the female stall owner who made the suggestion, she wanted her father to give all the money to the old witch doctor, so that no one would compete with her family for business.

Dad's honesty and kindness, in exchange for what...

At this moment, all Malzaha could recall was the happy laughter that echoed over the street.

The small body tried his best to support his father's cold body. Malzaha took his father to a remote place. Facing the night, he started digging a hole with a stolen shovel. I don't know when, a lame man stumbled away. When he came over, he first knelt down to the boy and kowtowed three times, then took the blood-stained shovel from the boy's **** hands, and started digging a hole with a lame foot.

Although there is not enough to eat, the strength of adults is still stronger than that of children.

Under the farewell of the old lame man and his son, Bieler held the air in his arms, and the man lay down in the yellow sand with a soft expression.

...

It was in the second half of the night when he returned the shovel, and Malzaha carefully opened the door, only to see his mother lit an oil lamp and sat on a bench made by his father, weaving straw sandals.

There was risotto that had cooled down on the table, and the largest bowl looked a little dazzling.

"Malzaha, why are you crying? Where's your dad? I thought you guys would come back together, is he still setting up a stall? Did he beat you again?"

Inside the tattered tiled cabin, Lydia looked suspiciously at her hands wrapped in cloth, her eyes were red, like a son who had just cried a lot.

She didn't know yet that her son was racking his brains trying to deceive her.

"Dad he... He went out with Uncle Duncan. Uncle Duncan said that he found an ancient tomb outside that had not been dug up. In order not to be taken advantage of by others, Dad told me to come back and take care of the stall first. Uncle Duncan tried his luck."

"Duncan? Humph, I didn't expect that stingy guy to have a generous day... Maybe this time, he might be able to dig out some treasures. Then we will eat a good meal of meat and give you a long body."

The woman's mood improved a lot in an instant, the despairing illusion finally faded from her mind, and a reluctant smile appeared on Malzaha's face.

"Mom, your illness will get better soon."

"Silly child, my mother believes in you. I'll go and cook you some hot food. Since your father won't come back today, you should eat your father's share. I know you are a foolish boy who can eat very well. It's just that we usually The family relies on your father to set up a stall to support the family, and you must first make your father full..."

Watching the babbling mother leave with the bowl, Malzaha was just sitting on the bed ready to take a breath, but the next moment he burst into tears, and ran to the kitchen room without even bothering to put on his shoes.

The bowl was shattered, and the thin woman lay on the ground and stopped breathing.

Malzaha knelt on the ground, he knew that he would never hear the woman who was always worried and chattering again.

"Why! Why let me see this! I don't want to see this!

! I just want my parents to be healthy and healthy, why can't such a simple wish come true! why!

! "

The lame man who was standing outside the door heard the boy's cry, hesitated for a while, then pushed open the false door, walked into the house, and soon saw the child kneeling in the kitchen, who had completely collapsed.

The cold risotto spilled on the ground made the cripple's stomach growl, but this time, the **** didn't pick up anything to eat, but came to the boy with a lame leg and knelt down beside the boy, speaking in a groaning manner.

"You are the prophet, you are the great prophet, you can see the future, you can see the future, I know, I know, you can see the future of everyone, tell me, tell me, my future What is it, what is your future? Tell me, tell me..."

Malzaha, who bit his lip, knew that even if he cried, no one in this world would be saddened by his tears, so the boy stopped crying and stared at the lame uncle beside him with red eyes.

He saw three ferocious domestic hounds pounce on the lame man from behind. The hounds ripped open the lame uncle's throat with their fangs, ate the lame uncle's body, and tore the lame uncle's flesh into pieces until the hound's The owner laughed and opened the curtain of the car, stuck his head out of the carriage, and the hunting dog recovered its ferocity and turned into a beast with a wagging tail.

Malzaha recognized the familiar agate ring from that hand.

In the slums of Amakla, you can't find a finger that is fatter, whiter and tenderer than this finger, but the dog only eats the **** uncle, not the finger, because the finger is the owner of the dog.

I couldn't kill the lame uncle today, and tomorrow the lame uncle will also die at the hands of that person.

The lame uncle will die as worthless as his parents.

Just like your own parents, death is worthless...

I can't do anything, I can't change anything, I can only watch the established facts happen in front of my eyes.

"You will die under the bite of the hound. The person who released the dog is the one who threw you the poisonous steamed buns today. He sat in the carriage and watched helplessly as you were killed by his dog."

Malzaha's voice was very hoarse, not at all like a voice a five-year-old boy could make, but the crippled man who was mad was convinced, trembling and kneeling on the ground and kowtow to the little boy again and again.

"Save me, please save me, you are a great prophet, you can definitely save me, you saved my life today, you can save my life tomorrow, I listen to you, I listen to you everything , please save me, Prophet, please save me..."

The boy took his empty eyes away from his mother, and he recalled what his father had told him before his death.

"Did I save you?"

"Yes, Prophet, you saved me."

Standing up from the ground, Malzahar whispered to the cripple.

"Go get the shovel in the house, at least in the end, I want my mom and dad to sleep together."

...

"Have you heard? Birel's son, Marzaha, is the only one left in the Birel family. I have seen since childhood that the child with a problem in his head is a broom star. Sooner or later, the Birel couple will be killed It's not me who said that, I really have to stay away from that disaster star in the future."

"It's a pity that such an honest person as Bieler died so early. I was thinking of asking Bieler to buy me two sets of chairs when my daughter got married. With only so much money in hand, he died me. Who to call?"

"Looking for Marilyn? Isn't her booth right next to Bieler's? Her husband is also a good craftsman."

"Forget it, Marilyn raised the price of things the day after she knew that Bieler died. Before, her carpentry charges were higher than Bieler's, and now it's even more outrageous. A chair actually costs a silver coin. , it's crazy! Alas, I still owe Bieler a silver coin. If I knew that Marilyn, a woman with a money-seeking eye, was so annoying, it would be better to give Bieler a little more business..."

"Hey, the Bieler couple's health is already bad, so don't bury the child of Malzaha. What can a five-year-old child understand? Maybe it will become enlightened when he grows up..."

"Yeah, it's too bitter, too bitter..."

The slums of Amakla have not changed much from the usual. Most of the people are worried about their livelihood today. Only a few people can sit on a high place and look down on the people who are blindly scurrying like ants. If there is a change, it is that many people found that Bieler, who set up a stall, became his five-year-old child, and the lame man who used to beg in hotels and stalls stopped begging, but followed the 5-year-old boy. Boys set up a stall.

"Malzaha... This is the money I owe your father, and I was unable to pay it back, but now... I'm sorry about your father, if you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me, I can help I will definitely help, after all, your father helped our family a lot when he was alive."

Taking the twenty copper coins handed over by the man, Malzaha nodded calmly.

"thanks."

Looking at the boy who looked increasingly dumbfounded, the man sighed and asked again.

"Malzahar, are you going to take over your father's grocery stall? Would you like me to show it for you?"

Finally glanced at the man, and a grateful smile appeared on Malzaha's face.

"Uncle, no need, I'm going to close the stall after my father's things are sold, and I won't open a grocery stall in the future."

"Then how are you going to live?"

"The Prophet! He is the Prophet!"

The lame man who suddenly spoke startled the man, and Malzahara pulled the lame man's hand, soothing the crazy lame man.

"I'm currently learning about divination by myself. Maybe I can be a fortune teller and earn some Hukou money."

"This... ugh!"

Even more certain that Malzaha had a problem with his brain, the man sighed and left.

Malzaha had long since cared about what others thought of him. The boy just sat silently on the bench and waited for the next customer. Under the condition of low prices, he believed that the items on the stall would soon be sold out by himself.

The wealthy businessman who drove the dog the day before yesterday couldn't find the lame man and had to give it up, but today he saw the vision of the lame man being taken away by the sergeants of Amakla and killed in the dungeon in the evening. He attacked the lame man three times in a row. With the appearance of not giving up until he kills the lame man, Malzaha knew that this matter was unavoidable, and he needed to understand it no matter what.

Running away from Amakla with the lame man to the Xiaosai Desert in the west could not survive at all. Going east and entering Icacia, which made the Shurimans disgusted, was even more desperate. The world was so big that he could not find it. The place to stay.

After all, he was still a child, and after thinking about it for a while, Malzaha looked at the lame man irritably, but the lame man who had been paying attention to Malzaha asked.

"Prophet, what did you see?"

"I'm not a prophet, don't call me a prophet, just call me a grasshopper. People living in the Akmala slums are all cheap, maybe it's not as good as a grasshopper, at least the grasshoppers on the grassland have Grass to eat."

First, he refuted the lame's name for himself, and then Malzaha explained.

"Uncle lame, if you are destined to die today, this is an unchangeable fact, will you accept it calmly?"

"If my death was the will of the prophet, I would accept it."

"Why? Aren't you very afraid of death and don't want to die? Why are you willing to accept death now?"

"Everyone will die one day, in the promise of the prophet, so that my life will have meaning."

I don't know when, Malzaha has been somewhat unable to understand the lame's words.

Before I knew it, it was already afternoon, and there were fewer and fewer items on the grocery stand. After knowing that Bieler's stupid son was a cheap seller, people in the entire Amakla slum took action, even if they didn't buy it. Let's take a look, finally when the sun begins to disappear, the fool who bought the grocery stall at a low price with the arrogant attitude of taking care of his younger generation has left~www.readwn.com~ Malzaha patted his **** and carried himself The bulging purse stood up.

This money is enough for him to leave Amakla, not to go to the desert of Xiaosai, nor to the terrible Icacia. He believes that as long as he steps forward, he can always find a place to stand.

As for the dilapidated but warm hut, after the parents left, it was no longer home.

"We're leaving, if you don't leave, you'll die."

"Prophet, am I going to die?"

"I saw your death, but I didn't want you to die."

"Then I won't die."

The mad **** became organized again in his speech, which made Malzaha suddenly curious about the origin of the cripple's uncle, because many of the words the **** said were not like what a beggar could say.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you are a prophet."

The crippled look was so sure that Malzaha took the somewhat awkward Shurima term 'prophet' in his mind. He didn't know whether it was the word prophet that made the crippling choose to believe in himself, or whether it was the result of saving the crippled that the crippled choose. trust yourself.

There is still a lot to think about, but it has to go now anyway.

He could even hear the rustling of armor and spears vibrating the ground, causing burrowing gerbils to flee.

The two of them did not even close the stall, and walked towards the northeast gate of Amakla together. At the same time, a group of soldiers who had accepted bribes was divided into two waves to block the grocery stall and the location of Bieler's house. The soldiers' marching routes were just staggered. The path of Malzaha and the cripple, so that the two groups did not meet at all.

The two of Malzaha went out of the city smoothly, avoiding the lore of the rich businessman.