Chapter 64 Save My Brother...
He ran stumblingly, but he always held the younger child tightly.
Until he came in front of the stars and knelt down in front of them without hesitation.
"Save my brother, please save him!!!"
He held the little child high up in the air, but walked forward on his knees, with tears in his eyes, which were filled with crazy and eager pleas.
His belly was big and round.
The child he was holding in his arms also had a round belly.
The only difference was that the child opened his ignorant eyes, as if the snow and the act of being held up and begging had nothing to do with him.
The tears streaming down his cheeks failed to wash away the dirt on his face. Instead, they made the child, kneeling in front of the stars, even more embarrassed.
Xingxing was stunned for a moment, then reached out and gently picked up the child in front of her.
This child was so small, even smaller than the stars. His skinny hands and feet were dangling as if they could be broken at any time. His dark eyes were staring at the stars dully, and he seemed to have no reaction to anything.
But after being hugged by Xingxing, he stepped on his brother's hands that were under his feet when he bent over and kowtowed, and subconsciously shrank into Xingxing's warm arms, trembling and begging for life like a little animal that was about to freeze to death.
"Boy, he is about to die." Qiuqiu said softly.
Xingxing stretched out her hands to hold the weak little star in her arms, then looked down at the human cub who was kneeling on the ground, kowtowed on his forehead and begged.
Upon seeing this, Qiuqiu sighed softly, revealed his figure, briefly controlled the blizzard in the dream, and covered the three children with a light and warm protective shield.
"Xiao Wu, before Ru Meng, you should have known about this deal of our Spacetime Bureau. It was your brother's obsession that was captured by the Spacetime Bureau, and we reached a deal with him. But for the fairness and stability of the transaction, we still have to ask for your opinion."
"Xiao Wu, are you willing to end this brief relationship with your brother and let him go to a new world and have a new life? The price is that we will use your brother's body and continue to live with his identity in this world."
Qiuqiu was unusually serious, and his words were filled with indifference and coldness towards life and death.
But to Xiaowu's ears, these words sounded like heavenly music.
He raised his head suddenly, his eyes blazing as he eagerly promised, "I am willing! I am willing to do anything! Please, send my brother to reincarnate quickly. It doesn't need to be a very good identity, I just hope that he can have enough food and clothes in his next life. I beg you..."
He began to kowtow hard again.
Even though this was a dream, his forehead was soon stained with wet snow water, turning blue and purple, looking extremely miserable.
"Star?" Qiuqiu looked at the cub who was still holding the little star.
The stars nodded slightly at it.
The next second, a time and space contract was established between the three children.
Xiaowu looked up in surprise, staring at his brother in a daze, watching him curled up in Xingxing's arms, his trembling body gradually turning into white light and disappearing.
He raised his hand and touched his heart.
It's empty.
Then, he was caught off guard and met Xingxing's gaze.
He held his breath and finally realized... his brother's new life meant that this precious and beautiful child in front of him would continue to live in his brother's place.
This child will not have enough to eat, will not have warm clothes, will be hated by everyone, and will always be labeled a beggar.
Is this what they call a deal?
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something at a loss, but then everything went dark before his eyes, and he completely disappeared into the dream.
After the owners of the two dreams left one after another, the wind and snow in this dream finally stopped, and Xingxing entered another world and another body without any preparation.
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Winter, 206th year of Tianxi.
Li country, Kyoto.
The prosperous capital city is still bustling in the evening. Tonight is the Lantern Festival and there is no curfew. Only the imperial guards and the Five Cities Army are patrolling various places in the capital city in turn.
All the common people and officials flocked to the streets specially designated by the government for the Lantern Festival. There were huge crowds of people, but under the exquisite lanterns that were glowing with the cold wind, there were not only ordinary people, wealthy families, powerful officials and gentry, but also homeless beggars who were kneeling in the snow, in tattered clothes, with dirty faces, holding broken bowls to beg for food from passers-by.
When the stars opened their eyes, the first thing they felt was cold.
The bone-chilling cold spread from his knees to his entire body. The icy stinging sensation made his body seem numb and he could hardly feel the existence of his lower body.
What followed was extreme hunger.
I was so hungry that I felt sick to my stomach. It seemed as if I had lost my desire for food. I just wanted to vomit out everything in my stomach, regurgitating cud and vomiting like a cow.
He swallowed subconsciously, but his throat felt like it was scraped by a razor blade. Not only did it not relieve the dryness in his throat, it also made his throat hurt so much that he wanted to cough.
Xingxing is somewhat familiar with this feeling.
When he first turned into a zombie, he was almost starving to death, but zombies cannot starve to death, and now this body seems to be unable to hold on any longer.
As soon as he entered this body, Xingxing's little body shook and he almost fell to the ground. Qiuqiu was so panicked that he kept calling his name, hoping that he could hold on a little longer.
But the star did not fall.
He was held firmly by a thin little hand.
Then the whole person was hugged by another cold and trembling little body.
Like two corpses cuddling together.
But the child who was holding him did not comfort him, nor did he ask him to hold on any longer. Instead, he held the broken bowl on the ground with his other hand, knelt on the ground and begged hoarsely to everyone who passed by:
"Master, please be kind and give me something to eat, please, Master..."
"Madam! Madam, please be kind and give me and my brother something to eat. My brother is starving to death. I kowtow to you and beg you to save him..."
"This lord..."
The words he spoke kept changing, but they were all unremarkable. No one passing by gave him a bite of food or a penny. Only a servant following a rich man kicked him impatiently, calling him a stinky beggar and telling him to get away from him so as not to offend his master.
Just as he was about to kowtow to the next person, the frail brother in his arms suddenly tugged gently at his tattered linen clothes.
Xiaowu paused for a moment, lowered his head, and met his brother's bulging, frightening eyes.
"go back……"
Xingxing panted softly, and even saying just two words seemed to have drained all his strength.
Xiaowu was stunned and subconsciously hugged him tightly.
"Brother, are you hungry? You can't eat the soil at home anymore. If you eat it... you will die." He said in a trembling voice, his voice full of sadness and despair.
He seemed to have completely forgotten the dream.
But Qiuqiu said to Xingxing: "Dreams can only penetrate into his instincts. His fate with that star has completely ended. Xingxing, his soul will not mistake you."
So he begged the stars to save a child.
Now he is kneeling on the roadside again, trying to beg others to save him.
Facing Xiaowu's desperate and even fearful pleading eyes, Xingxing shuddered, and used all her strength to pull at his tattered linen clothes again, and said with difficulty: "Brother... go back."
As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was drowned out by the noisy voices and the cold wind, but by looking at his mouth shape, Xiaowu could still hear his brother whispering with all his might.
Xiaowu's hands were shaking. He looked up in fear at the people coming and going. They were wearing clean, thick clothes and soft shoes with thick soles. There was even a romantic scholar who was holding a fan in his hand and fanning himself elegantly in the cold winter weather.
But no one even glanced at him and his brother.
Even if they died here quietly, the imperial guards would only curse them with disgust, and then call for people to move their bodies away and throw them far away, so as not to add a layer of bad luck to the prosperity of the capital city under the feet of the emperor.
Xiaowu suddenly felt so hateful!
This hatred even overwhelmed the fear that his younger brother might die of starvation or cold, and also overwhelmed the hunger that had already caused his stomach to ache. He was born strong, and even though he was so hungry that his hands and feet were weak, the 7-year-old boy was still able to pick up his 3-year-old brother and stumble away from here.
Leaving this magnificent sight of lanterns, and also leaving the only place where he might have hope of begging for food tonight.
Walking on the dark road, Xiaowu hugged his shivering brother tightly, trying in vain to provide him with some warmth with his body, but how good could he be?
His hands and feet had long been frozen to the point of festering and sores, and the linen clothes he was wearing could only slightly cover his body. He had already wrapped another larger and thicker linen clothes around his younger brother.
But the sackcloth could not stop the cold wind, rain and snow; it only made them colder and more desperate in the howling wind.
The romantic snow scene that the talented scholars in Kyoto vied with each other to write about was now a death warrant for the two little beggars.
A string of small footprints were deeply embedded in the snow. The dim moonlight was faintly filled with pale mist. Xiao Wu walked and stopped, looked up at the moon in the sky, and vaguely realized that it was not the moon that was foggy, but he was crying.
The child in his arms was no longer moving, only the occasional tremor and weak, cold breathing reminded him that his brother was not dead yet.
Finally reaching the outer city, Xiaowu hugged his brother tightly, letting out one or two animal-like sobs, and said in a muffled voice, "We're almost there... Xingxing, we're almost there, don't sleep, if you sleep... what should I do?"
He was afraid that he would not be able to protect his brother's body.
He was afraid that he would be forced by those people to drink a bowl of steaming broth.
He stopped halfway. The world was vast, but he suddenly didn't know which direction to go. He didn't know where the way out was for him and his brother.
Not only him, Qiuqiu was also shouting "Xingxing" at the top of his lungs.
In real life, it does not have the abilities it has in dreams. Even if it wants to provide warmth to the two children for a short period of time, it cannot do it!
Until it was forced into a corner, it gritted its teeth, and regardless of the restraint of the power of rules, threw a small bottle of spiritual spring water from the space of the stars, which fell out of thin air at Xiaowu's feet.
It’s a violation, so be it. If it’s not, both the stars and the mission targets will die before the mission even begins.
But it could only throw out that small bottle, and it paid a heavy price for it.
Because since the space was upgraded, it, as a system rather than the owner of the space, can no longer enter and exit at will.
Now that Xingxing has fainted, Qiuqiu can only pray that this small bottle of spiritual spring water can extend the lives of the two children.
Even if it's just to give Xingxing a breath, as long as he can wake her up, all problems can be solved.
Xiaowu was startled by the sudden appearance of something, and fell into the thick and soft snow pile while holding Xingxing, looking around in panic.
After a long while, he spoke in a timid and trembling voice: "You...are you the ghost who came to take us to hell?"
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