Walking on the bustling streets, Weizhuang walked aimlessly, there were no days of peace in Handan City under the beacon fire, and it was rare for him to come again in the future, just wanted to go a few more times.

Looking at the front of her like a child asking this and that by the stall, with an excited and novel look, Wei Zhuang knew that she used to spend most of her time singing and dancing in Feixue Pavilion, and rarely went out shopping.

As he walked, he suddenly noticed a burning gaze staring at him, a master like him had a keen sense, many times higher than ordinary people. Looking at the corner of the street, a little beggar was curled up and looking at him excitedly.

Seeing Wei Zhuang looking over, the little beggar's gaze became even more eager, and she stretched out her hand, carrying a broken pottery bowl with a notch.

Wei Zhuang walked up to the little beggar and squatted down, took out a piece of gold from his arms, put it in her hand, and asked with a smile: "Put it away, don't let others see it, the wealth will not be exposed." In the future, it is quite pitiful to find a place to live and be a beggar. ”

The little beggar didn't expect Wei Zhuang to squat down to talk to her and give her a piece of gold. She nodded flatteredly, and the gold was hidden in her bosom, and she babbled, gesturing with her hands and feet.

Wei Zhuang frowned, he knew that the little beggar was expressing his gratitude. He said with a little sympathy: "It turns out that you are a little mute. ”

The little beggar kept nodding.

Wei Zhuang took out a piece of gold from his bosom again and handed it to her: "Then you will be much more miserable." No matter what other beggars say, they can cry and shout, and perform a miserable story to gain sympathy. ”

The little beggar looked surprised, he didn't expect the Engong in front of him to be so kind. She had such good luck today.

People on the street came to see that a handsome man in rich clothes was talking and laughing with a little beggar in tattered clothes, which was really a strange sight.

Wei Zhuang didn't care about the eyes of these laymen, looked at the empty broken bowl in front of the little beggar, looked around the street again, and said with a smile: "Your position is not good, at the end of the street, there are too few people, people who pass by here generally go shopping for a day, there is not much money left, and they don't have the heart to give alms to an inconspicuous little beggar." You better collect the gold and go to the countryside and find a place to live, for this money will be enough for you to live for two or three years. ”

"Haha...... I didn't expect Wei Zhuang, a cold-blooded swordsman, to have a kind heart? A delicate soft voice sounded behind Wei Zhuang.

Wei Zhuang got up, looked back at the snow girl standing behind him, and said expressionlessly, "Is it strange?" I'm in a good mood today, and I see that her face looks like an old person, so I do it casually. ”

The Snow Girl stepped forward, also took out a few pieces of broken silver from her purse, and said with a smile: "Come, hurry up and find an inn to live in, and live a good life in the future." ”

The Snow Girl turned her head to look at Wei Zhuang and said, "Wei Zhuang, why don't we adopt her, she is pitiful." No one knows better than me that life as a beggar is hard, especially since she is a child. Good no good? ”

The little beggar looked at Wei Zhuang eagerly, she naturally didn't want to continue to live like this.

Wei Zhuang shook his head ruthlessly: "No, I have done this to the fullest, I don't want to have one more oil bottle by my side." ”

"Let's go, everyone has her own fate, a little beggar like her, there are no less than hundreds in Handan City, and there are more in the whole world, and we are powerless to change." After saying these cold-blooded words, Wei Zhuang stepped away.

The fire of hope that rose in the little beggar's eyes was ruthlessly extinguished, and he lowered his head in disgrace.

Snow Girl's face was full of pity and reluctance, although she had the heart to let the little beggar get out of such a dirty and tired day, but she herself was now attached to Wei Zhuang and had no ability to adopt the little beggar. She could only say sorry helplessly, and followed Wei Zhuang's footsteps step by step.

Walking to the turn of the long street, the Snow Girl suddenly stopped, pulled Wei Zhuang's clothes and said anxiously: "Wei Zhuang, stop quickly, that little beggar was beaten by a group of ruffians, you go and stop it." ”

Wei Zhuang looked back, only to see the little beggar curled up and lying on the ground, and four or five seventeen or eighteen-year-old ruffians standing around her were punching and kicking her, and she was clutching the clothes on her chest and not letting go.

Wei Zhuang stood still and did not move. It was clear that he didn't want to meddle.

Seeing that she couldn't pull Wei Zhuang, the snow girl had to hurriedly run over alone, and at the same time shouted: "Stop!" Stop! Don't fight anymore! ”

The people who stopped the ruffians at first sight were the girls who gave money just now, and Wei Zhuang, the noble son in their eyes, was looking at this place with cold eyes, and was busy scattering and fleeing like birds and beasts.

The little beggar's face turned pale, and a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, apparently injured by those ruffians. But the skin that comes out is fair, delicate, and ready to burst. He immediately found out what kind of little beggar this was, it was clearly a delicate little girl.

He put his arms around the little beggar so that she would not move, and said to her, "Don't move, for your wounds are not yet healed." ”

The little beggar who struggled a few times immediately felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't help coughing a few times.

Wei Zhuang grabbed her wrist and injected a true qi again, protecting the girl's heart and lungs. He put the little beggar into the snow girl's arms and said to the little beggar, "All right, don't move. ”

He touched the little beggar again with his hand, and touched the little beggar's whole body.

The little beggar hid in the arms of the Snow Maiden and cried out in grievance. She was forced to beg for food in the city of Handan. In order to protect her innocence, she had no choice but to dress as a man. She has always been pampered, and she has suffered a lot, but she didn't expect to show her stuffing today. What I didn't expect was that the man in front of me, who was regarded as a good man, was a good person, but he was also a cold-blooded person, and he had no consciousness of pity and cherishing jade at all.

Seeing Wei Zhuang's rude behavior, the Snow Girl couldn't help but say angrily: "Wei Zhuang, you have gone too far. She's already pitiful, and you're still bullying her like this. ”

Wei Zhuang didn't pay attention to it, but said coldly to the little beggar: "Yes, your roots are good, and you can become a martial arts master if you cultivate it well." I don't need waste under my hands, and from today onwards, you can come with me. With that, he turned and left.

The little beggar stopped crying, and the Snow Maiden picked up the little beggar and followed closely when she saw the Snow Maiden rushing over to relieve the siege, and there was still a sweet smile on her dirty little face.

Ignoring the dirtiness on the little beggar's body, the Snow Girl picked up the little beggar and helped her wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth. What's bad is that he didn't know how to treat her, so he had to shout to Wei Zhuang urgently: "Why are you still standing there, why don't you come and save her." ”

Hearing this, Wei Zhuang sighed, walked up to the two of them, took the little beggar from the Snow Maiden's hand, and injected a true qi into her chest to probe her injuries.

"Ah......h

The sensitive part of the little beggar's chest was touched by the man's rough big hand, first stunned, and then "ah" let out a shy cry belonging to a girl, regardless of his injury, twisted his body and struggled in Wei Zhuang's arms.

Wei Zhuang felt that something was wrong when he just picked up the little beggar. As soon as he took it into his arms, he felt that the little beggar's body was light and delicate, like a girl. At first, Wei Zhuang thought that the little beggar was too thin, but what entered his nose was not the body odor that often occurs on the beggar's body, but the musk of a girl like Lan Ruxin.

Wei Zhuang took a closer look, and the stains on the little beggar's face were more like they were deliberately smeared, and Wei Zhuang walked away at the collar of his clothes.

A beautiful woman in rich clothes walked down the street with a little beggar in tattered clothes, following a handsome young man. It's a peculiar scene.

No one knows what this scene stands for today. It's just that ten years later, there is one more terrible assassin in the rivers and lakes.

The moon is dark and the wind is cold, the life is invisible, the thousand changes are inexplicable, and the black jade unicorn.

The black unicorn is formless and formless, but it can transform sentient beings. He is proficient in disguise, imitating people's voices and tricks that are so similar that almost no one can detect them. I am afraid that the world does not yet have its inexhaustible defenses. A fan-like character, the Moyu Qilin, known as the "No. 1 killer in the world", began a turning point in her fate.