After being stunned for a while, the people in black still came back to their senses, and saw that the spirit had such a great influence on the wind, and the men in black who took the lead frowned more and more. The girl couldn't stay, so she took one last look at the wind, and the man in black who took the lead ordered the girl to be killed.

Soon the men in black raised their knives again, this time with a clear target, it was the poor female doll spirit. This time the wind could no longer protect the spirit, and his heart sank to the bottom at that moment.

Does he want to watch the girl he cares about the most die under the knife? The kind of powerless heartbreak pain, the heart that hits the wind, "Don't hurt her, don't hurt her." ”

"Then in what capacity are you going to say this?" The one who opened his mouth was still the head of the man in black.

"What do you say?" Ignoring the pain, the wind closed his eyes, suppressed all his emotions, and unconsciously grasped Ling's arm.

The spirit who didn't know the situation at all, and his face was full of tears. was unconsciously scratched by the wind, but she didn't say a word, just hugged the wind tighter. A child's feeling, she is about to lose the wind, lose the person she is closest to and care about the most, and the tears flow even more uncontrollably.

yes, whether he wants to be or not, he still has to go back to that position. I just don't know when I'll see you again.

A mature body that does not belong to a child was dyed with the wind, his eyes were sharp, and after glancing at the people in black, he glared at the leader of the men in black, "Don't put away the knife yet." ”

"You're acknowledging who you are."

"Well, then you have any objections to my words."

"Don't dare, little master. It's just that this girl has too much influence on you, and I'm afraid that the owner will ••••••"

It was still the leader of the man in black who was speaking, and it was at that moment of indecision that the middle-aged beggar man finally rushed over.

It was already a middle-aged beggar man who was desperately coming, but it was still too late. The wind has spoken, and there is no room for manoeuvre.

Maybe there was no room for manoeuvre in the first place! Who called the wind the people there? How could that place let him go?

The middle-aged beggar man saw the blood stains flowing on the ground, and the wind lying in the arms of the weeping man's spirit, and the blood was still oozing from the wound. He didn't have time to think about anything before he attacked the man in black.

It's a pity that no matter how high the kung fu of the middle-aged beggar man is, the other party is not a vegetarian. This time, the men in black are collectively besieged, and there are naturally a lot of people, and there are more ants and they can eat elephants! Not to mention people.

After countless rounds, the middle-aged beggar man grabbed the spirit and retreated to the corner. He was also accidentally stabbed a few times on his body, and blood-colored traces were exposed, but fortunately, they were all external injuries and not serious.

Seeing that the man in black was about to continue his attack again, the wind endured the pain. Always looking deeply at Ling, looking into her clear, clean and abnormal eyes, hoping to always remember her boyish style.

At that moment, the maturity and sharp gaze in Feng's eyes that did not match his age were even worse, and the aura of the whole person became serious, with a deliberately outgoing momentum.

"Let them go, and I'll go back with you. Otherwise, you will wait to collect my body. The sound of the wind, no longer the gentleness and warmth that the spirit loves, takes on a cold and resolute edge.

The people in black didn't dare to make any more moves, and the man in black who took the lead hurriedly turned around and bowed to the wind on the ground, "Yes, then the subordinate will take the little master back." ”

"Hmm." As soon as this word came out, everything was a foregone conclusion, in order to protect the spirit, no amount of unwillingness would help, and the wind was about to become a thing of the past.

The leader of the man in black hurriedly went up to fight and hug the wind. He was careful not to touch the wound of the wind, and turned to leave.

The middle-aged beggar man has not opened his mouth since he came, as if the wind will leave, as calm as he expected.

"Wind, wind, don't leave Ling'er, don't, wind, wind, ••••••"

The spirit in the arms of the middle-aged man was crying breathlessly. More than four years of interdependence, more than four years of never abandoning, more than four years of growing up day and night. Although the child is young, this love is true and pure, and it is not stained with dust.

"Wind, Ling'er will be obedient in the future, don't go, don't leave Ling, wind, wind, don't go, the wind ••••••" The girl Ling's eyes were only left with the wind, and she called him again and again not to leave.

The pain in his body is not as uncomfortable as in his heart, and he wants to speak, he wants to say goodbye to Ling, and he wants to say goodbye to the middle-aged beggar man. Although this beggar man was not his real master, he taught him a lot of things.

These more than four years of getting along and more than four years of indulgence are also the most precious memories of the wind. But he couldn't open his mouth, and his choked throat couldn't make a sound at all.

It turns out that in times of pain, how much people want to speak, but they can't make a sound.

How much the two children don't want to, no matter how much reluctance the two pairs of eyes are, no matter how deep the affection, look at each other deeply. It can't stop the fact that it is about to come true, and the wind is still carried away by the people in black.

Until there was no figure of the man in black, only a little girl was left in the alley screaming frantically "wind". After making sure that there was no more danger, the middle-aged beggar man let go of the spirit.

It's as if nothing happened, but the bloodstains on the ground tell the story of what happened. The spirit lay beside the blood stains left by the wind, and the tears whimpered incessantly, crying heartbreakingly.

The memories of more than four years have drifted in front of her over and over again, and the wind has long become the most important person in her life, no worse than her father. Last night she was talking to Feng about getting married, just now Feng was still by her side, but now she can never see him again, she has lost him.

The silence around her contrasted sharply with the girl's crying. The middle-aged man walked up, pulled up the spirit on the ground, and helped her pat off the dust.

"Ling'er, you have to grow up early. Remember, you can only protect the people and things you want to protect if you are strong enough. In life, no one will sympathize with the weak, only the strong are worthy to speak. ”

The middle-aged man's voice was serious, in fact, he felt that the departure of the wind was not a bad thing. In this way, the spirit will grow faster, the children will grow up, and a light that cannot be caught will flash in his eyes.

That night the spirit developed a high fever, which did not go away, and it burned all night. The next day was better, but the spirit, who was not very sick, was healed after seven days. During her illness, she kept howling the wind, and several children took turns to stay with her.

"Yu'er, the wind is gone, it's all my fault, I lost the wind." The spirit in a daze said.

"Ling'er, good Ling'er, the wind will come back, so you must get better quickly." As a fellow girl, Rain sat by the haystack and talked with the spirit.

"Well, the wind will definitely come back." Spirit added in his heart that Feng had promised to marry her and be her bride. The wind promised the spirit, and it would never break its word.

This little vow, perhaps in childhood, was more of a joke, but the spirit at that time was taken seriously. She didn't talk to the other kids, and she didn't tell her daddy. This is the secret of the two of them, which belongs only to Spirit and Wind!

The departure of the wind, the thunder and lightning rain are also very uncomfortable, after all, it is a relationship for many years, how can it be so forgetful? But it's better than the spirit, everyone knows that the wind and the spirit have the deepest feelings, and the bond is also the deepest.

No matter how sad or unhappy you are, life has to go by day by day.

The seven-year-old girl's spirit seemed to be sensible overnight, not only her, but also her three other children. They began to learn Kung Fu by heart and worked hard to become strong. It's just that although Ling is a little smart, her martial arts talent is the worst, but fortunately, she has also grown up by relying on some crooked ways.

Time is the best medicine, and the child's heart is also the best regulation. On days when there was less wind, there was too much laughter and laughter among the children at the beginning. But children are children, and slowly they are happy again.

For the wind, the children will always remember it in the depths of their hearts and will not forget it. Especially Ling, she always believes that the wind will definitely come back, and she doesn't want to be her bride!

In the past, when the wind was there, Ling always held the wind alone, and only liked to sleep with the wind. At that time, the electricity actually liked to hold the spirit, but the wind was there, and he couldn't squeeze in. The wind always consciously sleeps between electricity and spirit, separating him from spirit. When the wind was gone, he slept next to the spirit every night.

It's just that the spirit doesn't hold the electricity, maybe it's the wind in her subconscious, which is her unique pillow. On the other side of the spirit is rain, and on the side of the rain is always thunder.

The four children always slept together, kept each other warm, and seemed as carefree as before, but pure warmth. It's just that this peace didn't last for a full year, and something happened that changed their lives.

Spring is blooming, everything is recovering, new hope and new vitality, everything is so thriving. For the four beggar children, it is also everything like a new life, but the hazy happiness is the real happiness?

It's been almost half a year since the wind left, and the children are still begging for money and cheating as before, practicing and studying, no, they are more than a little more serious than before. Now these four beggar friends have changed their previous yang and yin disobedience, and they are practicing martial arts spontaneously and wholeheartedly.

In the past six months, the children's martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds, and they are already children with a good foundation. Especially Lei, his progress is staggering, he has just turned 12 years old, and he is no worse than the average master.

Yesterday, the beggars and children had gained a lot, but today they did not go out, but stayed in front of a dilapidated house that was obviously deserted to practice martial arts.

This dilapidated house is no longer the dilapidated temple they stayed in before, and in half a year, they moved twice again. The children also don't know why their master is moving, but trusts their master unconditionally.

The afternoon sun was a little hot, but after all, it was only spring daylight, and the children were sweating profusely. The dilapidated courtyard in front of the broken house is not large, and there are children working hard there. The flying posture is dazzling, but it is heroic, and they are smart and handsome.

The two gates of the courtyard were so dilapidated that even the doorknobs were only half cut off, and they were pulled open from the outside. The children stopped practicing martial arts and looked at the door.

I saw their master, a middle-aged beggar man, carrying a man about his age, and a 12 or 3-year-old boy walking in beside him.

"Master (Daddy)?" The children spoke in amazement.

"Ling'er, Yu'er go into the house and clean up, so that this brother can lie down. The electricity went to fetch a bucket of water, Lei closed the door, watched outside the door, someone followed, and immediately notified the teacher. ”

"Yes." The children did not doubt, did not hesitate, got used to believing, and started to act as quickly as possible.

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