Chang Zhaowen immediately knelt on the ground and held the girl's thin wrist, this child didn't look very healthy, his arms were even thinner like matchsticks, and there were bones under the thin skin, not even a bit of meat. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chang Zhaowen put his fingers across the pulse at her wrist, and her brows were almost knotted, no, she really couldn't feel the pulse beating!

The middle-aged man slowly put down his daughter, looking at her small body lying motionless on the cold ground, with an indescribable sadness.

The man didn't say a word, Tie Qing stood up with a face, dead, the little peanut actually died like this! It has been almost ten years since his wife died, and her only daughter has also inherited her mother's disease.

Even if there was little hope, even if countless doctors sentenced his daughter to death, he never gave up hope.

Terminal diseases that cannot be treated by human beings may have hope in other dimensions. Didn't you say that God would open a window for you when he closed the door?!

When he received the invitation to the Dark Sky Bazaar, he thought that the heavens must have opened his eyes and let him touch the window.

And now...... My daughter is still dead, what's the point of him surviving alone?!

"Ah!!h

"Eh!" The middle-aged man's large-scale movement involved a group of people who were chained to his feet with him, and the rest of the bound prisoners were also pulled to the ground one by one like dominoes, screaming one after another.

The red-faced rakshasa raised his hand to stop a few soldiers who were about to step forward to control the riot, and the human race really loved to fight in the nest if it was okay, and it would be good for the unbeatable boy to suffer a little.

"Captain!" the wolf soldiers were a little anxious, if they just let it go, in case this commotion became too big and alarmed the black and white samurai, it would be troublesome. He knew that this soup was priceless just by smelling it, and if it alarmed the big guys, the soup would definitely be taken away and taken to the auction, and at that time, small people like them would completely lose this rare opportunity.

The red-faced Rakshasa nodded, almost, he waved his hand, and the figures of the two gray-armored soldiers flashed, and they quickly dragged the middle-aged man away.

The red-faced Rakshasa walked up to the middle-aged man and stepped on his chest: "Stupid man...... No, stupid fellow, your daughter won't live long, it's her own life that is thin, she can't stand the good things, it's really a waste of that bowl of soup!"

The red-faced Rakshasa felt that he had helped Chang Zhaowen once this time, and the other party should always want to get his love, should the soup that was not sold but only given away, should he also have his share?

Chang Zhaowen was lying on the ground with his back facing the sky at this time, he propped up his elbows and slowly stood up, except that his hair was a little messy, he was not injured at all, with his current muscles and bones, an ordinary person was really not so easy to hurt him with his bare hands, in fact, as long as he wanted, he would have been able to push away the middle-aged man who was dragging his neck.

It's just that his mind is also messy now, why is this happening, is it really a void that can't be remedied?

Suddenly, his eyebrows moved, his eyes caught a subtle movement, he quickly squatted down with a bend of his knees, picked up the girl who was lying quietly on the ground, turned over, let her lie on his lap, and patted her back hard.

"Bastard, what are you going to do?" Although his body was trampled under his feet by the red-faced Rakshasa and he couldn't move, seeing that Chang Zhaowen was actually slapping his daughter's corpse, the middle-aged man's forehead was bruised, his eyes were red, and he struggled violently.

"Wow!" Little Peanut opened his mouth and spit out a black blood clot, opened his eyes slowly, the black eyes rolled around, his eyes were a lot more brilliant than before, the sickly yellow on his face was swept away, and his face was actually ruddy.

Little Peanut rubbed his eyes, turned his neck, and found that his father was trampled under the feet of the terrible red-faced ghost, crying "wow", struggling to pounce on the red-faced Rakshasa, a pair of small hands fluttering and beating the legs of the red-faced Rakshasa.

"Alright, let them go. Seeing the scene of father and daughter relying on each other, the soft part of Chang Zhaowen's heart was touched, and he thought of the man he had just seen in Xuanse City who abandoned his young son, like Little Peanut and her father, who were normal human family affection.

"Captain Gray Armor, what are you going to do with these people?" Chang Zhaowen raised his head and looked at the red-faced Rakshasa with blazing eyes.

"How to deal with it?" the red-faced rakshasa let go of the foot that was stepping on the middle-aged man's chest, "Bring it back and punish it according to the regulations, they should be sent to the homeless, whether they can turn over depends on whether they have luck next time." ”

"Exile!" the people who were chained looked at each other, they knew that they could not escape the punishment if they were taken away by the Gray Armor Corps, they thought that they might be fined or something, but no one thought that they would be sent directly to the hellish place of exile.

"Don't! Why are you arresting me, I want to go back! I want to go home, what a damn rally, don't you want to play?!" In the face of bad news, some people can't stand the blow and collapse, and some people will rise up to resist.

But in the face of overwhelming superiority, all resistance was futile, and the young man who opened his mouth to protest had been knocked to the ground in the next second, and warm blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Isn't violence forbidden in the Dark Sky Bazaar?, why are you still so cruel to him?" As a human being, he watched his fellow human beings be treated so cruelly, which made Chang Zhaowen very unhappy.

The red-faced captain grinned nonchalantly, "The rules are used to protect the people who abide by the rules, they are now prisoners, so they are naturally not protected! By the way, can you give me a bowl of soup? If it is cold, will the effect be discounted?"

Chang Zhaowen glanced at the red-faced Rakshasa coldly, this guy's eyes are really poisonous, and as the temperature decreases, the energy that shines in the soup is also declining, and it really shouldn't be delayed.

"That's it," Chang Zhaowen walked to the side of the little peanut father and daughter who were hugging and crying, and said: "A bowl of soup, change the freedom of one person!"

"What?!" the red-faced Rakshasa was a little surprised, "Do you have a relationship with them?"

"Nope. Chang Zhaowen shook his head, "My pot of soup is not small, but it's not just for you here, no matter who it is? whether it's a prisoner or a vagrant, as long as someone is willing to save them, for every one rescued, I will give him a bowl of soup!"