Not fitting in with the world.

Su Mo holding the little girl's hand, did not speak, pulling the little girl back to the boat.

The little girl did not have an umbrella just now, and now she is all wet. Su Mo wiped her hair and said calmly: "All wet, go inside to wash..." Change your clothes."

There is a separate room in the boat house, which has a bath bucket, burning hot water, taking a bath will not be cold.

Looking at Su Mo, the little girl was a little overwhelmed and cried out in worry, "young master..."

Su Mo looked at the little girl's worried face, touched the little girl's messy hair, smiled and said, "I'm okay, go." After washing, we ate."

"Well..." The little girl looked back three times in fear. She had never seen such a Su Mo, Su Mo has always had a smile on her face, easygoing and calm. And now Su Mo, although the face is the same with a smile, but the little girl feels Su Mo heart seems very uncomfortable, that uncomfortable let Su Mo smile is a little far-fetched.

Su Mo looked at the little girl's move, smiled and waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Go quickly." Do you want me to wash it for you?"

"Um..." The little girl thought seriously and nodded, "OK!"

Su Mo laughed dumbly and made a vicious expression: "Go to... Or I'll give you a naked spanking."

The little girl put out her tongue and went into the room with a chuckle.

When the little girl entered the room, the smile on Su Mo's face gradually faded.

Su Mo quietly took off his clothes, dried himself, the damp wind blew, could not help but play a chill.

Looking at the pouring rain outside the boat, the gloomy sky began to darken, the cold breath hit, Su Mo's mood gradually under pressure.

Two fresh lives just died on that street!

Human life is really like mustard...

Are you upset?

I don't feel right... Su Mo came back to God, changed a dry clothes.

Su Mo took out a pen and paper and sat down at the table. According to the memory of his past life, he began to draw things, but what he did was no longer calligraphy and painting.

One stroke at a time, it seems to be releasing all the repressed things on the paper.

A piece of paper drew a simple thing, Su Mo looked at it, put it aside, took a paperweight and pressed it. He took out another piece of white paper and continued to draw.

Just one picture after another, occasionally stopping to think, and then continuing to draw.

The bad paper is thrown aside, and the good paper is pressed aside.

The little girl washed and changed a clean suit of clothes to come out and saw Su Mo painting and looked closer.

See, Su Mo painting things, she can not understand some.

"Young Master, what are you drawing?" The little girl asked in a childish voice.

Su Mo turned back and smiled, the little girl just after taking a bath has a light fragrance with the body, let him gradually calm down.

"I'm drawing a weapon that gives ordinary people attack power comparable to that of the strong Builder!" Su Mo did not hide, truthfully said.

"Is there such a weapon?" The little girl asked puzzled.

Su Mo nodded, as if meditating, but also like in memory: "Yes, more weapons can let ordinary people send out the ability to destroy heaven and earth." I just can't do it."

"Why did the young master draw this?" Little girl looked at Su Mo calm face, worried asked.

Su Mo put down the pen and paper, touched the little girl's head, smiled and said, "Don't worry, I just want us to have some self-protection ability, young master wants to protect the girl!"

"Uh-huh! The little girl nodded, but the worry on her face did not fade away.

"It's the last one. When I finish, we'll have dinner." Su Mo picked up the paper and pen again and continued to draw.

"Good," said Hermione. Little girl went to Su ink behind, began to take care of Su ink long hair, Su ink still will not hair.

The little girl took out a wooden comb and combed Su Mo's long hair. Suddenly, as if she found something, she exclaimed, "Young master, you have a white hair!"

Su Mo was stunned and then shook her head: "You pull it out!"

Little girl obedient to pull this white hair, continue to help Su Mo long hair bundle. Just her hair method, it appears Su Mo some elegant.

Little girl help Su ink bundle finish hair, Su ink also just finished drawing the last drawing, deeply relieved.

'It's getting dark! The little girl watched the fading sky outside the boat and got up to light a candle.

"Yes, it's getting dark." Su Mo also looked outside the sky... Some will see the dawn of tomorrow, some will not even see the night.

'Let's eat! Su Mo went to the table and took out a pile of food that she bought today.

The little girl was immediately happy, jumped to the seat and sat down to eat a bunch of food bought today.

"This sauce chicken leg is delicious!" The little girl bit a chicken leg, satisfied to Su Mo said.

Think about when I was wandering alone and had to fight for food with wild dogs, and look at the present days... The little girl could not be more satisfied.

Although the little girl did not have much memory of her own wandering before, it seemed that she could not remember how she went to wander, and the memory before wandering could not recall at all.

Su Mo also ate some things, looking at the little girl's face smile, the bottom of my heart gradually soft.

"You eat in the boat, I go out, you sleep first, don't wait for me." Su Mo wiped his mouth, picked up the side of a few drawings, smiled to the little girl said.

The little girl stopped immediately, looked at Su Mo and asked, "It's getting dark soon, is the young master going to listen to music again?" But it's raining today, so the ship building is closed..."

Su Mo shook his head, shook a few drawings in his hand and said: "I will find a blacksmith shop, let someone type this thing out."

"That young master take his umbrella!" The little girl said cleverly. She knew that Sumo had something she wanted to do, and all she needed was support. In this world... The only people who can depend on each other are the master and servant or brother and sister.

To the bow covered a raincoat, put on a pair of bamboo hat.

"I'll wear this!" Su Mo turned to the little girl smiled, and then turned into the rainy night.

The little girl put down the chicken leg and did not eat it again for a long time.

...

At the blacksmith shop, the little blacksmith looked at the heavy rain outside and said to the old blacksmith with some sadness: "The rain is afraid to fall for several days, and there will be no business in these days!"

The old blacksmith lay beside him in a chaise longue, drinking wine and not caring.

"There is business, there is business, there is no business for a while will not starve!"

The little blacksmith nodded and looked at the ticking rain outside: "It's just that the people under the rain are upset and a little bored."

"Be calm... How can you hit iron well like this?" "Preached the old blacksmith.

The little blacksmith curled his lips and was about to speak when a visitor entered the door.

Guests wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat can not see the guest's face.

The little blacksmith went up to meet him and opened his mouth with a respectful voice: "This guest, but to buy equipment?"

The guest took out a piece of paper and gave it to the little blacksmith. He asked hoarsely, "According to this drawing, can it be made?"

The little blacksmith took the drawing and looked at it, said "wait a minute" and gave the drawing to the old blacksmith.

The old blacksmith took one look at the paper, sat up immediately, and looked at it carefully.

After looking at this for a moment, the old blacksmith got up and went to the guest and asked, "What material will the guest make this utensil out of?"

"Black Iron!" The guest said faintly.

"Nature can make..." The old blacksmith nodded, but said hesitantly, "Just...."

"Just what?" 'asked the visitor.

"If I am not mistaken, the guest is making a strong bow..." The old blacksmith looked at Sumo and continued, "Just... Who can pull apart this strong bow made of iron?"

"You don't have to worry about that, you just have to make it!" The guest seemed relieved and continued, "You know what to do."

The old blacksmith confidently said, "Naturally, it is made of multiple layers of black and iron."

The guest nodded and continued, "Is there a string that can match the strong pull of this bow?"

The old blacksmith thought for a moment and then said, "Surely the ordinary bowstring cannot withstand the pull of this strong bow." The bowstring can only be made of mithril or sinew."

"Is there?"

The old blacksmith nodded: "Just happened to have a previous other guests left an extra piece of the dark beast tendon, enough."

"Yes! That's for you to do!" The guest nodded and said, "How much silver?"

The old blacksmith thought thoughtfully and clenched his teeth: "Fifty-two."

Fifty-two is actually a good price, but he was afraid that the guest would think it was expensive, after all, fifty-two is not a small amount. But did not think that the guest just nodded, then threw over a bag of silver.

"Here's half. I'll give you the rest when I pick it up." The visitor dropped the money and the paper and turned and walked out.

"When will the guests pick it up?" "Asked the old blacksmith.

"Noon tomorrow."

The guest walked out into the rainy night and soon disappeared.

The little blacksmith leaned forward, looked at the silver and the drawings, and said, "This guest is really a mystery, what is the use of this strong bow?" Nobody can pull it away!"

The old blacksmith patted the little blacksmith on the head and said, "Be quiet, ask less and do more!"

The old blacksmith glanced at the holes in the bow on the drawing and sighed.

"I'm afraid this drawing is only part of the apparatus."

...

Su Mo came out from the blacksmith, and found several blacksmiths in turn, and gave the remaining drawings to several blacksmiths to build. The cost of other parts is not high. Only the bow body and bow string are the most expensive, he also understood that the dark beast tendon can not be messed with...

All the parts were built by different stores.

Wind and rain, Su Mo came to the street again...

The woman fell on her knees...

There was no trace on the ground, only the wind from the rain... The cold is still cold.

Su Mo stood quietly, back desolate lonely, as if with this world does not integrate.

Not far away, the ship building that should have been out of lights did not open tonight, the lights were dim, and there was no song...

This night, extra quiet...

That night, Su Mo stood in the streets of the capital... at midnight