"Streamer knows, then...... Where do we go now? ”

"Go and have fun."

"Le'er, where is he now?"

"Come with me, and you'll know when you see it."

Streamer nodded, and Shangyi walked forward silently behind Yingchen, and the next way, the three of them were silent.

The three of them went around Ningcheng for a long time, and finally found Le'er's figure in a remote southeast corner of Ningcheng.

Le'er was dirty, her hair was unkempt, and her clothes were tattered and dirty. Although he looked like a six- or seven-year-old child at this time, his appearance had not changed much, and his eyes were still as bright as before, but they no longer had the same joyful look as before.

Le'er shrank in the corner, being forced to punch and kick in the corner by a few people who looked like a family, and stood far away, watching the whole process in his eyes, but the look in his eyes did not have half a wave and ups and downs. Shangyi wanted to come forward to help, but was also stopped by Yingchen.

"To be punished is to be punished, so what's the point of helping him in this way. He lives here now as a mortal and doesn't remember us at all. He is now a mortal, and he has to accept the qiē of the world, and we should not interfere. ”

"Just now...... What is that thing called Ruan Fu, master, aren't you meddling with your business? ”

As soon as the streamer's words fell, he felt a murderous gaze fall on him, he took a deep breath and smiled wryly, "I...... I didn't say anything. Merely...... Master, if you don't make a move, I'm afraid that Le'er will be killed. ”

"It doesn't matter if you are killed, you are punished and you have to go through what you should experience. Otherwise, what's the point of me punishing him to the human realm. ”

"Meaning...... I don't think it makes any sense......" Streamer muttered quietly, but although his voice was small, it still fell impartially to Haunting Dust's ears.

Yingchen turned to look at Streamer, the smile in his eyes made Streamer shudder, "Streamer, now Lian Qiao, He Yu Shangshen, and Emperor Wenchang are looking around for the real heir, Shangyi has been helping me study the method of resurrection from the dead, it seems that only you have no work recently." I think you've been too idle lately, so you've been so idle to say something unpleasant, don't you? ”

Looking at Streamer's painful and tangled face, Shangyi couldn't help but turn around and snicker, looking gloating.

"It's not...... Wrong...... Be...... It's ......"

"Since you also think that you are too idle...... Recently, the flowers and plants in my demon world have withered, and piles of ugly ones are there, so when you go back this time, you will be responsible for cleaning up all the flowers and plants in my palace. ”

"Huh?!"

"By the way, don't use mana ......"

"Huh?!"

At this moment, Le'er was dragged out of the corner by the people who had beaten him just now, he opened his eyes and looked at the sky with a somewhat dull expression, leaving patches of bright red blood on the road he passed.

Yingchen clenched his fists, but still stood there, indifferent.

"If you feel distressed, go and see it, and no one dares to laugh at you......"

"Streamer, the flowers and plants of the entire Demon Palace have been handed over to you......"

"Master, you are guilty of your own sin, and you cannot live......

"Also, by the way, let's clean up the entire Demon Palace."

“……”

Streamer was depressed, but when he saw Yingchen taking a step towards the place where Le'er left, he chased after him in some surprise and shouted, "Master, where are you going?" ”

"Look at Le'er?"

"Didn't you say no?"

"Did I say no-go?" Yingchen shot back unceremoniously.

"That'...... Then why do you want to punish me......" Streamer protested unconvinced.

"Oh...... It's one thing to have fun or not, it's another thing to punish you or not. ”

“……”

What is this place......

Yingchen hid his figure and quietly followed behind the group, who laughed loudly as they walked, cursed in their mouths, and kicked the injured Le'er a few times from time to time. Lingering Dust had a cold face behind him, clenched his fists and stared coldly, eager to make the gang in front of him disappear immediately.

Finally, the group came to the back door of a house, they violently kicked open the wooden door, scolded and walked in, came to a dilapidated house, threw Le Er into it, and locked the door with a stone lock.

This is......

Yingchen frowned, quietly entered through the wall, looking at the black hole, the room that was ventilated everywhere, and his heart was sour.

Haven't you gone too far......

Yingchen sighed, he didn't expect Le'er to suffer so much.

She cast a stober spell, picked up little Le'er, and gently placed her on the bed. Although the movement was very light, Yingchen still inadvertently touched his wound. Xiao Le'er frowned slightly, with a pained look on her face.

So many injuries......

It's only been a month......

Yingchen admitted that she was indeed distressed, but she never regretted it......

It's for fun, but it's also for yourself.

At this moment, a thin little boy came in from the window on the side, also six or seven years old, but his eyes and demeanor were indifferent and mature that did not fit this age. He took out a jingle nut from his bosom and a package containing many medicine bottles, lifted Le'er's clothes and helped him carefully treat the wound. Before leaving, he took out a black steamed bun and put it next to Le'er, and then left over the wall with skillful movements.

This kid ...... Have you been taking care of Le'er?

Yingchen smiled softly, picked up a thin quilt to cover him, jumped out of the window where the boy had just entered, and followed him closely.

Following the little boy to the front yard, Yingchen saw many people practicing martial arts, leg pressing, and somersaults, some people were playing something with cane drums, plate drums, baskets, clappers, flutes, and pipas, and some people were standing in the corners, babbling and practicing their voices against the blue-gray walls.

It used to be a troupe......

The boy followed him to a room where there were two children of six or seven years old, a boy and a girl, who were sitting on the floor, with a large stone tied to their legs, making a standard one-line horse. The little boy came here, looked around, breathed a sigh of relief, put a heavy boulder on his leg, and went to the wall and stood upside down.

"Brother Chao'an, how is he doing?"

"What else, the consequences of escaping, we all know the consequences."