"Go away! Don't come back, get out of here! After a detour of the alley, I caught a glimpse of an elderly gray-clothed man in an inn pushing and climbing, and a man dressed in white tattered went out.

The man in white stumbled and pulled as if drunk, and the sleeves of the man in gray were unexpectedly raised by the man in gray, and he slapped the man in white in the face, and raised his foot and kicked on the knee of the man in white.

A man in white, who didn't hold his foot, quickly knelt on the ground. The man was dressed in white, and he had already been covered with dirt and white gray, and even if his thighs knelt on the ground, he still refused to let go of the black hand that was grasping the sleeve of the man in gray.

The angry eyes shot out of the gray-clothed man's eyes. I saw the man in gray shouting at the inn, and when he saw a little two, he stretched out his hand and took out a big wooden stick.

The man kneeling on the ground didn't seem to be afraid of his big hand, but he still didn't let go, and he kept muttering something to the man in gray, and his eyes begging for mercy calmly passed to the man in gray. The man in gray didn't seem to see anything, and pushed the man hard.

Suddenly, the man in white was in a hurry and was forced to fall down the steps of the inn, but he saw the man slowly get up, and then tried to walk towards the man in gray again, the man in gray seemed to be afraid that he would entangle himself again, and then grabbed the wooden stick with his big palm and pushed the man in white straight forward.

In a moment's time, the ruthless wooden stick finally separated the two of them a little. The man in gray didn't let go, and he held the stick again, and smashed it at the man's body from a height.

"Stop!" The sky was shocking. Finally, he couldn't help but wait an inch from the wooden stick to the man in white, and quickly stepped forward to intercept it with one hand, and the wooden stick smashed violently, shook his hand and closed the wooden stick in his palm, and threw it aside.

"You, who are you! What do you care about us!! The man in gray roared angrily at the sky.

"You 、!?" Scanning his eyes over the two of them, he caught a glimpse of the man in white with a thin face, obvious concave eye sockets, and a person who was the scourge of poison. The words of the man in gray are nothing more than proof that the relationship between the two is not strange. But the man in gray looked angry, and there was obviously a look of disdain, could it be that he despised his relatives because of the poison?

Seeing the comer, the white man got up drunk, and hurriedly walked slowly towards the crowd.

"Nosy !!" The man in gray snorted angrily before picking up the stick and entering the inn. The crowd of onlookers then dispersed. Shocking Zitian moved and followed the man in white.

"Don't follow me!" Skimming into an alley, the drunken man in white suddenly sat idly on the empty ladder, raised his hand to get rid of the messy hair and reflected his small black eyes, and looked at the shocking Zitian impatiently.

"It's irritating, isn't it? Don't have money for medicine? Half-squatting beside him, his cold eyes swept over the man and said coldly.

"Look, it's so cold in the winter, and you can still sweat. Isn't the anxious mood irritable and stuffy? The man did not respond, and Shocking Zitian continued,

"The contempt of the neighbors, isn't it very uncomfortable, and when the pain is itching at night, do you want to find a short?" Raising his eyes to look at the blue sky, Zitian continued.

"Who are you?" Only then did he seriously look at the man who was shocked, and finally spat out in surprise.  ；

"These, does it matter if you don't have any medicine?" Jing Zitian smiled coldly.

"Do you want to detoxify? Is it normal to live? Looking at the man's godless sunken eyes. Jing Zitian asked with cold eyes.