The black-red blood meandered on the black and white bloody ground, and little by little it slowly crawled to the feet of the white one, touching the white broken boots. The blood still carried the temperature, steaming hot on the dirty black and white snow.

Bai's body trembled, and the whole person froze there.

Shiro was looking at a cat corpse. I kept my feet on the cat's corpse and ran it over like a cigarette butt. The cat's body was trampled into a strange shape, and the thin fur glued to the upper and lower halves of its body. The gray, originally black-patterned fur was now stained with blood, and on top of the blood was a thin layer of snow.

As the foot crushed, more blood flowed out of the cat's body, and a section of intestines was exposed in the gray fur.

The cat's head was tilted, its mouth slightly open due to the squeezing of its body, and it stared at a pair of grayish-black eyes that half-protruded into their sockets.

"Did you hear what I said, this place will be Uncle Ben's in the future. You are not allowed to take food in this place in the future. Otherwise, you'll end up like this unlucky cat. ”

In front of Bai, a middle-aged homeless man with a disheveled hair said. The homeless man has a mouthful of black and yellow teeth, and as he speaks, the severe bad breath can affect even a white nose that is almost frozen a few steps away, and has long been accustomed to the smell of garbage.

"Hey, idiot, did you hear that? "The homeless man threatened with a fierce face. Bai still didn't react, the homeless man raised his foot and stepped on the cat, turned around and ignored Bai, and rummaged through the garbage can by himself. He left several bright red footprints on the snow.

The homeless man quickly found what he was looking for, the business of the restaurant was good, and the food here was always hearty. Of course, this is relative to an adult, not to add a small child and a cat.

He turned to leave, pushing Shiro away from the middle of the road. Shiro hit the wall, but he was still sluggish. Bai looked at the eyes of the cat who had been with him for nearly a year, nostalgia, unwillingness, and pain, and he suddenly understood something.

Yes~. The homeless man screamed in pain. Shiro slammed into his back, and a slender icicle was stabbed into the homeless man's back by Shiro's grip.

The homeless man struggled to shake his body as he reached for his back and grabbed Shiro off. With a bang, the homeless man kicked Bai away. Shiro rolled on the snow a few times, lying on the snow and no longer moving.

Reaching behind his back, he screamed and pulled out the ice pick on his back, and after seeing the bright red on the ice pick, the homeless man became more and more angry.

"Damn imp, I'm going to kill you like that damn cat!" He roared and walked towards Shiro, ready to give him another hard kick.

Then, he was kicked away by a tall man, rolled on the ground several times in embarrassment, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Ninja, ninja!" the homeless man's eyes widened, and he sat down on his knees and begged for mercy.

The ninja with a white bandage, a masked, and a large knife behind his back had no interest in the homeless man. He turned his head to look at Shiro, who seemed to be lying on the ground unconscious.

Just now, he saw that the ice pick, which was not short, was clearly suddenly condensed in the hands of this wanderer. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the ability of the Shui Wuyue Clan, which was already wiped out by the clan.

If you take him in, you may be able to cultivate a very useful tool, but it may also attract some unnecessary trouble. Such a judgment passed through my mind, and I didn't make a decision that day.

He looked at Bai for a while and left, he still had a task to complete.

The ninja left, and the homeless man was almost ecstatic, he spat hard, stopped his plea for mercy, got up from the snow on his knees, patted the snow on his body, and fled like a dog that had been running away with his tail between his legs.

Shiro woke up half an hour ago, with a sharp pain in his abdomen, he stood up and looked around, there was no sign of the homeless man. He didn't know why he was still alive. He walked slowly to the place where the cat's corpse was lying, next to the dumpster that was always full of food.

Bai stood on tiptoe slightly, rummaging in the trash can, he was familiar with it, and after a while, he found a large clean bag. In a year, Bai has grown up a lot, and he doesn't really need that shabby little bench in the corner.

The cat was lying on the snow, its body had become as cold as snow, and the blood had congealed black on its fur, making the hair unsightly tangled together.

Shiro gently touched his friend's head with his fingers, and in the past it would scream impatiently, but now it lay there quietly.

The exposed intestines are carefully stuffed back into the cat's abdominal cavity, and Shiro carefully cleans up. He sat on his knees for a long time, and when he stood up, his head was a little dizzy.

He finally packed up, and touching the bag, he walked out of the alley step by step. Shiro was going back to that little broken cabin, and he was going to bury the cat in that place, because that was home.

When I'm hungry, it seems that nothing has changed, and Shiro searches the garbage bin, looking for food inside. Shiro heard the dog barking at him all the time, and he glared back without showing any weakness. Shiro is experienced in fighting stray cats and dogs, and he and his feline companions have been able to guard their food very well in the past.

But this time, Shiro gave up. He took a few steps back and left the food for the dog.

He saw that behind the dog, several puppies followed their mother. Mother and child. Bai used to be a child who was protected by his mother.

"Gotta live. Mom's words came to Shiro's mind again.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Shiro doesn't want to live anymore, Shiro is too tired. Bai wandered aimlessly, and then he sat down in the middle of a bridge.

Shiro clasped his hands on his knees and buried his head in his arms. Starvation, or freezing to death, either way of death seems acceptable at this time.

Kaz, Kaz, this is the sound of a person's feet stepping on the snow. However, the sound has stopped in recent times, and it has not gone away.

Shiro looked up, and a masked ninja with a large knife on his back was looking at him.

After a while, the man spoke in the wind and snow, and his voice was cold through the mask, but it still made Bai feel a trace of temperature.

"Little ghost, you don't seem to have any interest in living. So, how about living as my tool from now on. ”

Everyone has a need to be needed.

And at this moment, Bai felt very clearly that he was being needed.

So, Shiro nodded.

The mouth behind the bandage seemed to provoke a slight arc, and the man turned to leave. After taking a few steps, he turned to Shiro, who was still sitting still, and said, "How long are you going to sit there, my tool." ”

After trotting a few steps, White followed by the side of Zai Bu,

"My lord, what should I call you. ”

"I'm calling it no more. ”

"Then I'll tell you not to behead adults again. ”

In this way, Bai followed the long bridge and disappeared into the wind and snow.