Chapter 1 The Pursuit of the Ice and Snow Sacrifice (Part 2)
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The sweetness of the white porridge, mixed with the freshness of the green vegetables, the two different flavors are perfectly combined. After eating a bowl of porridge, Nian Bing feels as if he has regained a bit of strength, and even his energy is much better. Ordinary dishes
The porridge gave him a lingering fragrance on his lips and teeth, and it was extremely satisfying to his taste buds, which made him have a better impression of Cha Ji.
"Grandpa, thank you. This porridge is so delicious. Did you make it?" Nian Bing asked curiously.
A sad look flashed across Cha Ji's eyes, "Now, I can only make this kind of ordinary food."
"Ordinary? How could it be? This vegetable porridge is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten. It tastes really great. Even the food my mother cooked in the past can never compare to its taste." mentioned his mother.
, Nian Bing's eye circles couldn't help but turn red, and the strong hatred emanated, making Cha Ji on the side couldn't help but be secretly frightened.
"Kid, I still don't know your name? And why did you fall into the water? Where are your adults?"
Nian Bing's whole body froze. Although he was only ten years old, he had been following his father around for the past few years. He was much more mature than other children of the same age. His father once told him that he only spoke three points when meeting people.
The truth behind his words was deeply understood two years ago after he inadvertently exposed himself and his father and was hunted for a month. He lowered his head and said: "My name seems to be Nian Bing. Others
Yes, I can’t remember anything.”
After all, Nian Bing was only ten years old. In front of Cha Ji, who was experienced in accidents, how could people believe such words? However, Cha Ji did not ask any more questions, smiled slightly and said: "My name is Cha Ji, you can call me
Let me check Grandpa. You said you have forgotten everything, so where do you go?"
Nian Bing resisted tears and shook his head, "I, I don't know where to go."
Looking at his sad look, Cha Ji felt a trace of unbearability in his heart, "Forget it, kid, I know you must have some secrets in your heart that you don't want to tell. Grandpa won't force you. If you are willing, you can stay here temporarily.
Well, anyway, I am the only one in this peach blossom forest."
Nian Bing opened his eyes fiercely and said firmly: "No, thank you Grandpa Cha, but I have to leave. You saved me, I can't hurt you."
Chaji frowned slightly, "So, someone is chasing you. Who is so cruel that he won't even spare a child as young as you? In your sleep, you kept calling daddy, mommy, could it be that your
Are your parents already in trouble?"
Tears could no longer be controlled and flowed down his face. Nian Bing cried out in pain. Chaji quickly hugged him into his arms and comforted him: "Okay, everything is over. You must be frightened. I
This place is very secret, and it is a so-called forbidden area. Most people will not come here. You can live here with peace of mind. At least wait until you are healthy before you consider leaving. Go to sleep for a while. Grandpa will cook you something good to eat tonight.
." Under Chaji's comfort, Nian Bing fell into sleep again.
When the ten-year-old Nian Bing woke up from his sleep again, his consciousness had completely stabilized. The sunlight that originally shined through the window had disappeared. The birds seemed to have returned to their nests to rest, and the surroundings became silent.
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Getting up from the bed, Nian Bing found that he was wearing a large coarse cloth, obviously from Chaji. After moving his body, he seemed not to be so tired anymore. He gently opened the door and walked out. Around him.
It was pitch black, unable to see the scenery clearly, and the night fog was thick, bringing a bit of chill. He subconsciously tightened his clothes and walked towards another bright room next to him. He accidentally touched something under his feet and let out a cry.
A soft sound.
"Nian Bing? Come in." Cha Ji's voice came from the room.
Nian Bing pushed the door open and walked in. This was a wooden house that was larger than his house. Chaji held a book in his hand and looked at it under the bright oil lamp. When he saw him walking in, Chaji put the book on the
On the side, he said with a smile: "Let's go, grandpa will take you to the kitchen. Everything has been prepared just now, you just need to heat it up."
At this time, Nian Bing discovered that Cha Ji was extremely tall, but his upper body was already a little stooped. Holding Nian Bing's narrow shoulders, Cha Ji led him out of the room. As he walked, he said: "My small courtyard only has
I live by myself, and now that I have you as my companion, I’m not lonely anymore. Come, let’s see what delicious food grandpa has prepared for you.”
The kitchen is a separate room five meters away from the two bedrooms. When Nian Bing followed Chaji here, he was surprised to find that this kitchen was actually bigger than the house he lived in and Chaji combined.
Be big.
Chaji lit the oil lamp. On the table next to him were several plates of vegetables covered by a wooden cover. The wooden cover was made of woven rattan. You could see through the gaps in it that the dishes on those plates were obviously vegetables.
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Chaji opened the cover, and there were four dishes of green vegetables in total. The four different green vegetables looked like they were simply cooked. Chaji walked to the stove aside and paused, then took out the flint, his hands trembling.
Light a fire on the uneven firewood. "I have been cooking the dishes for a while, but unfortunately they are cold. Let's heat them up. Although the taste will be a little different, I think it won't be too far behind."
Nian Bing was surprised to find that Chaji's hand had been trembling. Although the flint stirred up sparks during the collision, it was difficult to light the firewood because his hand was very unstable. He quickly walked over obediently and said: "Grandpa
, let me help you."
Cha Ji sighed, a sad look hit his face again, and handed the flint to Nian Bing, "I'm old, I'm really old, I should use an oil lamp. Who would have thought that the ghost chef back then, now
Even the fire can't be ignited, everything has become a thing of the past."
Nian Bing did not pick up the fire stone, nor did he pay attention to Cha Ji's words. He was completely focused and said softly: "Passionate fire elements, please condense into the light of flames and bring warmth to the world." His
The sound was not steady, but came out with a special tone, which was a resonant tone. The little hand stretched out under the stove, and a small red flame rose up. Although the fire was not very bright, but
The firewood in the stove will burn immediately when it encounters an open flame.
Cha Ji stared at Nian Bing with his mouth open, and murmured: "Magic, this is fire magic. Great God! Did you send this child to me specially? Thank you, thank you, I finally have
I have gained hope, that's great." He cheered incoherently. Nian Bing, who was watching on the side, couldn't help but feel a little dazed. At this time, Cha Ji's waist seemed to be no longer bent, and he stood up straight, looking at the ceiling excitedly and cheering.
"Grandpa, Grandpa Cha, what's wrong with you?"
Cha Ji came back to his senses, grabbed Nian Bing's shoulders with both hands, and said excitedly: "My child, you are a magician, right? Tell grandpa, you are a fire magician."
Nian Bing's whole body was shaken, and then he realized that he had revealed his magic ability in the heat of the moment. He shook his head vigorously, "No, I'm not, I, I'm not."
"No, you are." Cha Ji said with certainty, "Kid, don't worry, grandpa has no ill intentions towards you at all. I'm just so happy. You are so young and you are already a magician. This is God's gift to me.
Such grace!"
Nian Bing seemed to have seen the scene in the Ice God Tower again, and shouted excitedly, "No, I'm not, I'm not."
Only then did Cha Ji realize that Nian Bing, who had just recovered from the panic, was a little unbearable under his own stimulation, and hurriedly said: "Child, listen to me, can you listen to me first? Look at it.
My hand." As he spoke, he let go of Nian Bing, turned his hands upward, and exposed his wrists.
Nian Bing was attracted by Cha Ji's words, and subconsciously looked at his wrists, "Ah -" There was a scar on the wrist veins of Cha Ji's hands, about one centimeter deep. Although the wound had already healed,
But the scar is shocking. The entire wound is sunken inward, showing a purple-black color, which looks extremely scary.