I Am a Magic Sword Chapter 730: Lack of experience

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"You fledgling young people, you just lack experience!" The innate warrior put on the predecessor's posture, and said with some earnestness, "When you have more experience, you will no longer sympathize with the refugees."

"Senior, can't I really open one side online?"

After all, Deng Yifei still couldn't get past that hurdle.

"No, you go down, I want to rest!"

The innate martial artist did not expect that Deng Yifei did not even understand what he meant, and waved him out angrily.

It was so obvious that Deng Yifei didn't dare to insist anymore. He pushed out the congenital warrior's room, greeted the mayor and the militia captain, and left.

Passing by the group of controlled refugees, hesitated about the riots last night. Many of the young men among the refugees died. Most of the rest were women, children and old people. Their thin bodies shrank and squeezed tightly together. Want to get warm from other people.

Although spring is approaching, the weather is still cold.

When the refugees saw Deng Yifei, almost all of them dangled their heads because he was stained with too much blood.

"Master Sword Spirit, is it really impossible to save them?"

"Of course not. If you are stronger, maybe that innate martial artist will let you go!" Chen Hao whispered, "If you have money and a lot of spiritual stones, you can still buy him. Believe it or not?"

Deng Yifei glanced at the refugees, lowered his head, and said nothing.

For these refugees, he can do nothing.

He is not strong enough to save them.

"Have you ever thought, if you can really save them, how do you plan to place them?" Chen Hao asked again, "Or, you saved them, and then let them starve to death?"

"I... never thought about it!"

"It's okay!" Chen Hao said magnanimously, "You have to know that in this world, human power is limited. You cannot save all people or kill all evildoers. Yu Xin, that's right!"

"Hmm!"

"By the way, the little girl you saved, are you going to see? I suspect, she might still be hiding under the bed!"

"It's really possible!"

Deng Yifei quickly changed direction and ran towards the girl's house.

The room of the family was still in a mess, with corpses everywhere, blood stained the ground, and there was almost nowhere to go.

Last night the riots spread to the entire town. After suppressing the refugees, the militiamen, in addition to controlling those refugees, were also busy extinguishing the fire and rescuing the injured. They also just started to clean the corpses in the town. Come.

Deng Yifei stepped on the corpse and arrived in the bedroom. He patted the bed lightly. There was no movement under the bed.

He knelt down and looked inside, just in time to see a pair of horrified eyes.

The girl shrank desperately, and Deng Yifei faintly heard a suppressed cry.

"Come out, you should know me? Last night, I rescued." Deng Yifei said in a gentle voice as much as possible.

Under the bed, the girl's cry stopped, her eyes opened again, and she looked at Deng Yifei vigilantly.

"Those...the mobs were killed by the militia, you are safe now, come out!"

Deng Yifei handed it out.

After a long time, Deng Yifei felt his hands and was caught by a pair of cold and trembling hands.

He gently pulled the little girl out.

The little girl looked a little smaller than Deng Yifei, her clothes and pants were torn to pieces, her face was covered with dust, and a black tear stretched from the corner of her left eye to the corner of her temple.

It may be because of the cold. When Deng Yi flew out, she half-bowed and kept swinging.

She glanced over the surrounding corpses and looked directly at the female corpse at the door, tears streaming out again.

Deng Yifei lowered his head and felt extremely uncomfortable.

What happened to this little girl also happened to him.

He won't coax a girl, he just wraps the bedclothes stained with mob blood on her: "Follow me!"

Speaking, he couldn't help but talk, took the little girl by the hand and led her to the street. The little girl did not resist, but was pulled away mechanically.

Just after being pulled onto the street, some townspeople found these two people.

"Xiaolian, are you okay?"

An old grandma hurried over and asked.

She also looked at Deng Yifei very vigilantly, but she didn't dare to say much.

After all, the red blood on Deng Yifei's body looks very bluffing.

"Do you know her?"

"Of course I know, in this town, there is no one I don't know!"

"Then take care of her!" Deng Yifei stuffed Xiaolian's hand into this old woman's hand, "When I rescued her yesterday, her family died!"

Listening to Deng Yifei's words, the old woman's eyes suddenly became kind.

After all, this boy helped their town last night!

But immediately, she spit in the direction of the refugees viciously: "The group of beasts who killed a thousand knives should be cut by a thousand knives!"

"Don't worry, I will take care of her, Xiaolian is a hardworking girl!"

"Well, that's good!"

Deng Yifei finished speaking and turned away.

Master Sword Spirit has a right saying that to help others, you must do what you can. He has helped the people who should help. He has done his best and has a clear conscience.

Xiao Lian blankly watched his back gradually disappear, tears streaming down again.

In the inn, Deng Yifei took a bath, washed the blood-stained clothes and put on him, and then left the small town.

His martial art uniform, previously placed in a bag, had long been torn to pieces by the crazy group of refugees.

Deng Yifei walked along the official road to Shang Jiucheng. He encountered many refugees, but those refugees saw that he was young and strong, and with forbearance and tolerance, they did not dare to approach him.

In addition, every ten meters away, Deng Yifei can find dead bodies lying on the side of the road.

Some are a single one, some are several in succession, because the weather hasn't warmed up, and the corpses haven't decayed, so they look terrible.

On the lips of some corpses, Deng Yifei could still see some dry leaves of grass.

There are also refugees lying on the side of the road, motionless, venting more and less air, staring at the sky with open eyes.

When Deng Yifei passed by, their eyeballs followed Deng Yifei's unconscious rotation...These are people waiting to die!

Some people who dragged the family with their mouths weakly encouraged their family members and said: "Walk around again, wait until the next town, maybe we can find something to eat!"

"Really? Father, I want to eat steamed buns...No, I want to eat frogs, just like the ones I ate the other day!"

"Of course it's true. I don't lie. I will hunt you over there. I can eat whatever you want!!!"

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