The First Order

Ren Xiaosu wondered: "Is it Zong Clan, doesn't it mean that Zong Clan is raising them?"

Yang Xiaojin shook his head: "No, it seems that the bandit forces supported by resources are just to fight against the Zong clan. Therefore, the Zong clan has no way to take them, and these people are like the mouse, especially difficult to find."

Originally Ren Xiaosu was still confused, but when Yang Xiaojin mentioned the word "moon", he didn't know why he suddenly thought of Luo Lan...

Although the body types of the two sides are very different, they have one thing in common, that is, they both love to sewer...

At this moment, Ren Xiaosu thought he might be able to guess who is now supporting the bandit forces to disgust the Zong clan. If it is really like he guessed, then the eyes of Qing Zhen and Luo Lan are much longer than the Yang clan.

After all, the Yangs wanted to unite the Zong clan for these two or two years, and this bandit was sick for five or six years.

If you really want Qingzhen and Luo Lan to do it, how heavy are these two people's minds, what are they...

Of course, Ren Xiaosu did not know the beginning and end of the change of the Qing family, nor did he know how much time Qingying had spent for this.

Now it seems that the Zong clan is really disgusted, otherwise they will not find the Yang clan and the 178 barriers to help it. After all, the bandits they raised, but they can't control themselves in the end, it is not a joke to say it.

Ren Xiaosu said to Yang Xiaojin his guess: "I think it should be the Qings who are silently supporting them."

"It doesn't matter," Yang Xiaojin shook his head. "It has nothing to do with me."

"You treat Yang..." Ren Xiaosu hesitated for a moment, without asking.

"Don't worry about anything," Yang Xiaojin said: "Yang's decay and family love have long been dispensable. Let's go to the direction of Daban Mountain, where there are some small bandit dens and settlements."

"Are you familiar with this place?" Ren Xiaosu asked.

"It's fairly familiar with the outside world," Yang Xiaojin said. "I used to come there early."

Ren Xiaosu froze for a moment: "Why are you here?"

"Practice the gun," Yang Xiaojin replied.

At this time, Ren Xiaosu realized that it turned out that Yang Xiaojin was actually practicing guns with bandits in the wilderness?No wonder Ren Xiaosu always feels that Yang Xiaojin is very similar to him sometimes, like wild grass on the wilderness.

"Want to learn?" Yang Xiaojin looked at Ren Xiaosu: "I teach you."

Ren Xiaosu raised his eyebrows: "My marksmanship is also very good."

"I don't know what your ability is, but you can learn other people's skills directly," Yang Xiaojin said. "But you haven't learned everything. The breathing method is wrong."

Ren Xiaosu smiled. Sure enough, he was a perfect-level firearms master. He could see his shortcomings at a glance. Although he can re-enact his skills, there must be a big gap between the advanced firearm skills and the perfect level.

He is not hypocritical: "How do you plan to teach?"

"Practical teaching," Yang Xiaojin said calmly.

Ren Xiaosu whispered: "I thought it was teaching by hand."

"What?" Because Ren Xiaosu's voice was too low, Yang Xiaojin didn't understand what he said.

Ren Xiaosu said: "It's okay!"

Yang Xiaojin glanced at him and said, "How should I dress up to be more like a refugee?"

"I'm good at this. You can't bring a cap," Ren Xiaosu said. "How can a refugee bring a cap."

At this time Yang Xiaojin took off the cap simply and neatly, and Ren Xiaosu froze for a moment. He really rarely saw the other party take off the cap.

"And then?" Yang Xiaojin asked.

"Hair is too tidy, you don't have to deal with it too much, just treat it a little bit," Ren Xiaosu looked at the other party and said that the clothes were like that, but the details were still different from that of the Liumin, who cut their hair all by themselves Yes, so it’s never tidy, and no one takes care of this.

As soon as he finished talking, he saw that Yang Xiaojin pulled out the dagger in his sleeve, but he didn't hesitate to start cutting his hair and rubbing it.

Yang Xiaojin originally had short hair flush with his chin, neat and neat, but when the dagger was cut, the hair tip was the same as the dog had nibbled.

Although it can be taken back to the original state in a month or two, Ren Xiaosu was surprised that Yang Xiaojin didn't care about his image in order to pretend to be like a Liumin.

But he knew that some girls in the barriers cherished their hair as much as their lives.

This Yang Xiaojin was too open-minded.

Yang Xiaojin shook his head: "Now, is it a bit like it?"

"Well, it looks like," Ren Xiaosu said with a smile: "The face is still a bit clean, and the lining of the clothes is a bit clean, but it doesn't matter. According to what you said, it will take another day for us to reach Daban Mountain, in this loess wilderness. After a day of walking, nothing is clean."

"Yes," Yang Xiaojin nodded: "Let's talk together. In case we arrive at the human settlement, people ask us about our relationship and don't wear it. You... how old are you this year?"

The two people didn’t seem to ask more personal questions for the first time until today. In the past, they never discussed these issues. In Jingshan, they discussed what’s in the mountains. At 109 barriers, they discussed Li’s technological breakthroughs. It's a gangster in the river valley area. They never seem to have known each other seriously. Everyone seems to care less about this.

Ren Xiaosu vaguely remembered that Yang Xiaojin should be 18 years old. He is 17 years old. If he tells the truth, I am afraid that Yang Xiaojin will have to call her sister.

Ren Xiaosu pondered: "I am 20 years old this year."

Yang Xiaojin nodded: "Well, I am 21 years old. You just call me sister. If you meet someone, don't talk about it."

Ren Xiaosu: "???

Why don't you open your eyes and talk nonsense? Right, Xiao Xiaosu used to be a routine for others. Today, others are given routines.

"Are you 21 years old?" Ren Xiaosu was dissatisfied: "I'll take a look at your resident ID card."

"Lost," Yang Xiaojin said casually: "Okay, don't care about these details, but you lied first."

Ren Xiaosu was a dumb loss. The two of them were heading northwest. He still wondered how he could find the place back.

In the vast wilderness, two people are like two little black spots, and the hills of the earth are like waves, like rolling on the ground.

In the evening, the shadows of the two people were pulled on the ground for a long time, and the sparse cloud that touched the ground in the distance burned all the way to the top of the head.

At night, the stars in the sky are like sea, as if they are within reach.

Yang Xiaojin said, "I'm hungry."

Ren Xiaosu echoed: "Me too."

"I don't want to hear this..."

"So why don't you even bring supplies?"

"How could Liumin bring supplies, I am now a Liumin," Yang Xiaojin said with a vigorous voice: "And you don't need to bring supplies with you."