Chapter 623 I Like Your Name

The battle between the monsters has lasted for thousands of years, and the gods did not interfere in the slightest. I think this seems to be very interesting.

Some gods even made bets on which side would win the war.

And just as wars are happening every day, in a small village, which is also located on the border between the territory of the human race and the territory of the monster race, there is a small piece of wild bamboo forest in the backyard of a boy who scavenged waste.

It was the season of spring bamboo shoots. One day, as usual in spring, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy went to dig bamboo shoots.

Digging and digging, the little boy got a good harvest. There was a full basket. When the little boy wiped off his hot sweat and was about to return home, under a green bamboo, a little girl in a long emerald green dress was lying on her side.

Walk over and squat next to the little girl.

The little girl was very cute, carved in pink and jade like a porcelain doll, with long turquoise hair scattered on her shoulders.

Although the hair color is different from ordinary people, there is no sense of disobedience, as if this girl's hair color should be like this.

The little boy wiped the clean parts of his body with his small hands, for fear of staining the girl's white and flawless skin.

He stretched out his index finger and poked the little girl's face, it was as tender as an egg that he rarely ate a few times a year.

Poking and poking, the little boy's cheeks turned red, she was really cute.

"Hey, wake up wake up"

The little boy held the little girl's weak shoulders and gently pushed her.

But the little boy shook the incense for half a stick, but in the end he still didn't wake up the little girl.

But her slightly protruding chest rose and fell.

After thinking for a while, the little boy first put down his carrying basket, carried the little girl to his dilapidated courtyard, and then turned back to carry his bamboo shoots back.

Cover the little girl with a quilt, and the little boy who has never taken care of anyone clumsily feeds her. Every time he pries her mouth open, the little boy always blush for no reason.

Work for the adults in the village in the morning, come back at noon to take care of the little girl, go down to work again, and come back to take care of the little girl in the evening.

At night, since there was only one bed and one stack of quilts in the dilapidated thatched hut, the little boy thought about it, and every time he washed himself in the river before getting into the bed.

Every time I get into the bed, I feel warm and warm. Maybe this is what adults often say about warming the bed

And one day, when the little boy wakes up with the rising sun, the first thing that catches the little boy's eyes is not the girl's cute and quiet sleeping face, but the little girl's big blinking eyes .

The little girl woke up, and a pair of Kazilan's big eyes looked at the little boy.

The little girl was lying on her side, and there was no fear in her eyes, but curiosity.

Their eyes met, and they blushed a little when the little girl looked at them like that.

"what's your name"

The little boy quickly sat up and asked nervously.

"Name" The girl in the turquoise dress was also sitting on the head of the bed, frowning, "I can't remember."

"That's it"

The little boy scratched his head, turned over and got out of bed, and took out a thing called "book" from the cabinet.

This book was given to a little boy by a traveler.

The traveler called himself a scholar and even a monk.

In this war-torn era, the little boy didn't know what a monk named scholar was, but he also heard from the village chief's grandfather that he seemed to be a very powerful person.

"Choose one. If you don't have a name, it will be very troublesome."

The little boy spread out the books in front of the little girl.

"What words do you like?"

In fact, the little boy doesn't know any characters, but if she doesn't know the characters that she thinks are beautiful, then she will go back and ask the village head and grandpa how to read them.

Flipping through the books, the girl in the cyan dress finally placed the book in front of the little boy.

A pair of big eyes looked at him, as if saying: "You choose"

"I choose"

The little boy scratched his head, and his fingers finally stopped at the line of poem "The King is in the world".

"Qing Jun, is it called Qing Jun? What do you think?"

The little girl thought for a while, whispered two corners of her mouth, nodded happily, her eyes narrowed into two beautiful crescents.

"Um."

The word "Qingjun" became the girl's name.

In this small mountain village, there is a little hope in the life of a teenager with a companion.

For the young man, for the first time in his daily life, he seemed to have something to rely on.

In the process of getting along, once Jiang Feng and Qingjun went to pick wild vegetables on the mountain. Jiang Feng accidentally fell down the slope and broke his leg. Under the fluorescence, Jiang Feng's injury soon improved.

At this time, Jiang Feng knew that Qingjun was not a human being, but a monster that the adults called, so he asked Qingjun not to use demon power in front of anyone.

Two people eat together, sleep together, it turns out that happiness is a very simple thing.

One day, someone in the village got married, and Jiang Feng took Qingjun to have a meal.

Seeing the bride in red dress and red hijab, Qing Jun's eyes lit up.

On the way home, even back home, Qingjun was silent, and Jiang Feng didn't know why.

"Jiang Feng."

"Um?"

Sitting on a small wooden stool, the two put their little feet into the pot of hot water.

"I want to be your bride." Looking up, Qingjun said seriously.

But how could an eleven or twelve-year-old boy understand these things, but if you want what you want, you have the opportunity to agree.

"Um."

Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Feng nodded.

"That's it, Lahook."

"Well, hook."

The two little hands are pulling each other together, telling the most innocent and beautiful stories.

But one day, the battle between the monsters broke out again, and it affected this small mountain village. The small mountain village was destroyed, and the place where Jiang Feng and Qingjun lived disappeared in one day.

In the process of fleeing, the two encountered the Yaozu.

Seeing Jiang Lin, a human race, the monster clan wanted to kill Jiang Feng. Even if he was a child, Qing Jun would kill him in desperation.

The disgusting feeling of blood on her hands for the first time made the girl vomit and vomit, but she still resisted the nausea in her heart and dragged Jiang Feng to run non-stop.

But in the end, Qingjun was still caught up.

The leading banshee admired Qingjun very much, and said that as long as she was willing to go with her, she could let the little boy go.

Looking at Jiang Feng who was knocked out in his arms, Qing Jun agreed.

When Jiang Feng woke up, Qing Jun had already left.

Jiang Feng kept looking, but couldn't find it.

Finally, when Jiang Feng was suffering from hunger and cold, a woman with a long sword stood beside Jiang Feng.

"May I have your name?"

The woman with golden eyes asked.

"Jiang Feng." The woman smiled, "Jiang of the river, maple of the maple tree? I like your name."