"What are you doing!" the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was thumped to the ground by a group of well-dressed thugs, sliding some distance away from the gravel on the ground. A wound was rubbed against the sharp stones on the ground on the handsome slightly feminine face, and blood was pouring out, and the scarlet pattern on his forehead lit up, but no one saw it.

"Hahahaha, this fool actually asked us what we were doing!" The head of the gangsters had a fat head and big ears, and an arrogant smile appeared on his face, and asked his companions who were gathered together, and the dirty soles of his shoes that he didn't know what to step on were slammed on the back of the young man, "The brothers told him, what are we doing!"

A young man with a nose facing the sky flatteringly looked down at the fat-headed and big-eared head, and when he looked at the young man, his expression changed to viciousness:

"We're teaching you, silly boy," the thugs laughed. Some passers-by were about to walk over, but they found that it was this group of local bullies, who shrank their heads and walked to other places, not daring to come this way.

"Silly boy, listen, no matter where you come from, the fairies in the Daogong Mansion are not for strangers like you to talk to, our boss doesn't dare to take a second look at the little fairy, you fool can actually talk to her! And your eldest brother, tell him to take care of his soul-hooking eyes, and don't have anything to do to seduce others. ”

Since the refugee brothers from Nanling lived in their Zhuangzi, the girls in the Zhuangzi seemed to have learned badly, dressed up all day long, and often passed by and met the two brothers.

The big one is a normal beautiful boy, and the fight is very good, everyone can't beat him, even if he can't beat him, why can this stupid boy be favored by the fairy from the palace?

A fool, just stay in the residence provided by the Dao Palace, come out all day long, if it is not for the protection of his eldest brother, he doesn't know how to live. Just like this, how can those girls be like blind, helping him everywhere, can they be popular if they look good? Especially that fairy Zhang, every time he comes to Zhuangzi, he will go to see him, and he has taught them a lesson for this, which is really unbearable.

Hearing that his dead ghost brother hadn't appeared for three months, everyone speculated whether he was dead outside. After all, there have been frequent changes in the south recently, and the eldest brother was forcibly requisitioned by the monks, and the other people have come back one after another in the past half a month, but his eldest brother has not returned, and it is not a death or anything. But this kid is unconscious, and he hangs out all day long.

He waited for a long time to make sure that the stupid boy's big brother wouldn't come back before he came to look for trouble.

"Say hello to his face, let the girl in the Zhuangzi see that without this flower and moon appearance, this is a fool's egg, hahahaha......"

The boy was powerless under the beating of the thugs, he endured the strong feeling of vomiting, biting his lip so hard that he didn't let out a moan, and curled up in a ball, trying to reduce the pain.

This group of thugs brutally beat the boy for a while, and the young man's originally handsome face was completely invisible, his body was full of traces of being trampled on the soles of his shoes, holding his head with both hands, and he seemed to faint without movement.

One of the thugs probed his snort with his fingers, jumped up in panic, and stumbled, "Big brother, how is he...... It seems to be out of gas!"

The gangster leader didn't believe it, and poked his hand: "It's really gone." There was a slight acceleration in his heart, and he quickly calmed down, the eyes the size of mung beans rolled around, and then looked around, it was all his people, and kicked the young man's body a few times with his foot, the young man's originally curled up body opened weakly, his closed mouth and nose were full of dark red blood, and the vermilion pattern on his forehead became gray and bleak, losing his original aura and holiness.

Really dead?

The thugs who were fighting well looked at each other, and finally looked at the head, waiting for him to come up with an idea.

Tou Tou took a mouthful of thick phlegm on the young man's body, and said viciously: "It's okay if you're dead, anyway, it's a Nanling refugee, and no one will be held accountable if you die, just find a ravine and lose it." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the two stout gangsters: "You, and you, find a place to lose him, bad luck, so unbeaten, garbage thing!"

"Then, boss, shall we find a place to go to the bad luck at night?" said one of the thugs in a voice that seemed to be stuffed with thick phlegm. His words were echoed by several voices.

The head immediately abandoned the remaining trace of panic in his heart, and shouted happily: "Go, go, everyone hasn't had a good time for a long time, let's go to the town tonight to have fun!"

"The boss is so good!" a group of people patted their horses' ass, running against the two people carrying the corpse, and hugged their heads and walked away outside the Zhuangzi.

The "corpse" of the boy was thrown into a ravine full of bones.

During the night it rained heavily, and the filthy rain flooded all the dirt in the ravine, and then floated all of them up and down deeper.

In the heavy rain of the night, no one knew that the young man, who was once thought dead, moved unnaturally in the filthy ravine water.

It's uncomfortable.

That's all he feels.

Those arrogant and evil laughter echoed in his ears, he didn't know what he had done wrong, why he was constantly ridiculed, spit on and abused by these people, yes, where did his brother go, why didn't he come to him.

Hehehe, I didn't expect another prey, excellent materials.

An abrupt coldness appeared in his thoughts, and it was not a voice that he knew. The consciousness of the young man's chaotic pain is hot and cold and gloomy on the other hand. The confrontation between the extreme cold and the extreme cold caused him to split into two halves and four pieces...... And even more.

Ah, is it sad, the world is vast, the world is ugly, why abandon you alone!

Say no more, put away your mercy!

Your good brother just thinks you're a burden...... Don't say it, he definitely won't!

Alas...... After all, it's not my own brother.

I don't want to listen, I told you not to speak, shut up, shut up!

Why am I here? Who the hell are you?

Poor worm, because you have been abandoned, abandoned in the rainy night, you can only soak in the sewage like a floating corpse, the sewage will retreat your body into the abyss, no one will save you, poor worm, both pressed by the covenant of God in the mortal world, and will fall into the abyss.

The voice pierced through his heart, piercing his soul, and he felt a cold gaze looking down on him from the endless darkness, no, it was looking at a black shadow next to the fiery Dan Divine Covenant rune.

The black shadow was clearly him, and the unique pattern of the Dan clan on his forehead flickered with black yin fire.

The pure god covenant was polluted at some point, and in his consciousness it was extinguished and then bright.

But it was cold, full of compassion, and it was as if the voice of evil and depravity did not appear again. The heavy rain was dripping between heaven and earth, and in the sewage, the young man suddenly struggled up, and his soaked white hands followed the water potential, catching a life-saving branch, but the water was fast, and the fragile branch could not bear it at all, and with a few "clicks", the boy and the branch were washed into the darkness together.

The heavy rain was even more cheerful.

......

I didn't expect it to rain so heavily in winter.

It was not enough to describe the five days of heavy rain, it was like the sea overturning, and the terrain of Haicheng was not high, because of this unusually heavy rain, many low-lying places were flooded.

The monks and disciples of the Divine Palace did not dare to take a moment of leisure, and ran around for days to help evacuate the residents near Haicheng. Qualified people have long since left Haicheng and gone to the interior of Kowloon Island to take refuge in the disaster.

Cheng Zhaoxi has not been idle in the past few days, and has been helping Manager Cheng to deal with chores in the Divine Palace under Haicheng. Even so, there is still a shortage of manpower. Mortals worry too much, and they dare to quarrel with monks when they are stubborn.

Cheng Zhaoxi changed shifts and sat in a verandah outside the Lower Shrine, a verandah without enchantment, and the noisy sea breeze swept the rain, all splashing on the ground of the verandah, accumulating a thin layer of water.

Suddenly, something struck, and she reached out to fish, and it was a vermilion fire fruit.

You don't have to turn your head, you know that it was Xiang Cong who threw it over.

She didn't wipe it, picked up the fruit and "clicked" and took a big bite, the fragrance overflowed her mouth, which refreshed her spirits, and she squinted her eyes with satisfaction as she swallowed the sweet and sour juice.

Xiang Cong held a large bunch of fire fruits in his hand, opened an enchantment, sat down next to her, and also picked up a fire fruit and learned her to gnaw it.