Chapter 467: Beggar

Of course Jenner wants to kill, even if Molz doesn't say it, Jiang Tiandao won't let him go.

Not to mention that he drugged Moltz.

Now the question is how to find him.

After the battle just now, this guy must know that he is not his opponent, will he hide?

Molz shook his head: "He's not going to go away, he'll definitely come back to us." But this guy is very sinister, like a sinister and vicious cobra, he will definitely hide in the shadows, jump out and bite us fiercely when we are most unprepared. ”

Just when Jiang Tiandao and Moltz were talking about Jenner in bed, Jenner was in pain in a dilapidated house at the moment, and no one could help him, so he could only use his left hand to put his broken right arm on it, and then fix it with splints and cloth strips.

When fixed, there is a cry of pain from time to time.

Finally secured the broken arm, Jenner was already sweating profusely in pain.

"Jiang Tiandao, I will definitely not let you go!"

"And you, Moltz, I'll be sure to ride you under the crotch too, you wait!"

Jenner gritted his teeth and whispered an oath there.

Now what? The opponent's strength is obviously stronger than his own, and he also broke an arm, so he is not their opponent at all.

Is it just watching this pair of dogs and men leave? Jenner would never allow such a thing to happen.

He is a man who will take revenge, and if he has a vengeance, he will never leave it until tomorrow to take revenge.

Wounded? As long as he can get revenge, he can overcome anything.

Moreover, even if he is not Jiang Tiandao's opponent, he will always have a weakness, as long as he finds his weakness, he will definitely be able to kill him!

Where is Jiang Tiandao's weakness?

Jenner suddenly thought of Ye Yubin, this guy was almost ignored by himself.

You must know that the target of Moltz's operation this time is not only Jiang Tiandao, but also Ye Yubin.

Thinking of this, Jenner's eyes narrowed, and a fierce light flickered.

On the street of Potou Town, a beggar came with what appeared to be a broken arm, fixed with strips of cloth and splints, and a broken bowl in the other, begging along the street.

He was dressed in tattered clothes, unkempt, and when he saw someone, he stretched out the broken bowl.

But if you pay attention, you will find that the beggar kept his head down and never spoke, like a mute.

But no one cares about him, no one cares about a disabled beggar.

When people saw his dirty clothes and the smell of his body, they covered their noses and avoided him.

Only the naughty children followed the beggar and threw stones at him.

The beggar still kept his head down, not knowing how to dodge, but when he occasionally looked up, there was a hint of viciousness in his dark brown eyes.

He slowly walked through the town, to the west end of the town, sat down under a large locust tree, put the broken bowl on the ground in front of him, and nibbled there with a half-laden biscuit in his hand that he did not know who threw to him.

But he obviously didn't get used to this kind of life, or because there was no water, and he didn't nibble on this half-pulled baked cake for a long time.

In front of him was a row of old courtyards, the gates of which were tightly closed.

There are basically no residents in the old yard here, and the young people have gone to the city to buy houses and start families, leaving only an old yard here.

The beggar slowly nibbled on the cake, but his eyes were wandering around.

Finally, he heard the creak of the door opening.

The beggar immediately lowered his head, but his eyes looked through his long, dirty hair that hung down.

I saw a courtyard door slowly open, and an old man over seventy years old walked out of it.

The old man's hair and beard were all white, but his body bones still looked very strong, and he walked out with a vegetable basket at this moment, as if he was about to go to the street to buy vegetables.

Seeing a beggar sitting at the door of the house, the old man was stunned for a moment and walked over.

The beggar quickly lowered his head.

The old man walked up to him and kindly asked, "Where are you from?" ”

The beggar did not look up, as if he had not heard.

The old man shook his head and sighed: "It's all poor people! He took a stack of bills from his pocket, took two and put them in the beggar's bowl, and walked towards the market.

The sound of footsteps in his ears was far away, and the beggar raised his head to look at the old man who was far away, and then at the change in the bowl.

Then continue to sit there.

An hour later, the old man returned with a basket of vegetables.

The beggar still sat there, nibbling on the never-ending half-laden pancakes, and the change in the bowl remained untouched.

The old man sighed: "Poor man, come, come to the house and have a bowl of soup." ”

As he spoke, he dragged the beggar closer to the courtyard.

In the courtyard, a middle-aged man was sitting on a stone bench, holding his head in his hands.

There was also a girl in her twenties sitting in front of him, as if asking something.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the girl turned her head and said, "Grandpa, are you back so soon?" ”

After speaking, he was stunned and looked at the beggar behind his grandfather: "...... is this?" ”

That's right, this yard is Ye Qing's grandfather's yard.

Grandpa said: "Xiaoqing, this is a poor man, let's make him a bowl of rice, see that he always gnaws a piece of dry baked cake, and he can't swallow it." ”

"Okay." Ye Qing readily agreed, stood up, took the basket from his grandfather's hand, and smiled at the beggar: "Uncle, you sit there and rest for a while, and I will cook for you." ”

The beggar nodded in fear, looked up secretly, and was immediately dazzled by Ye Qing's beautiful face.

He glanced at it, and quickly lowered his head again.

He sat on the stones in the courtyard and looked around the courtyard with the rest of his eyes, as if there were only three people in the courtyard now.

His eyes stayed on Ye Yubin's body.

Since the beggar came in, Ye Yubin has not looked up, and sat there with his head in his hands.

"Xiao Ye, tell us if you have anything on your mind, don't always bury it in your heart, burying it in your heart won't solve anything." Grandpa said.

Ye Yubin shook his head and raised his head, ready to say something.

He looked up, but saw the beggar sitting there.

At this time, the beggar was looking up and patrolling the courtyard, and his four eyes happened to collide together.

Ye Yubin was suddenly stunned, he seemed to have seen these eyes there.

Recruiting land, he remembered something, and his eyes were suddenly full of horror.

And the beggar seemed to realize something, and when he wanted to bow his head, it was too late, and a sneer suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye.

Ye Yubin's body began to tremble, and even his hands began to tremble.

Grandpa noticed his abnormality and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" Leaflet? ”

Ye Yubin stammered: "Dad, let's go!" ”

(End of chapter)