I saw that under the cover of the lush and dense branches and leaves of the cherry tree in the courtyard, Ye Huai'an, who was wearing a black tight-fitting robe, was quietly hidden in it at this time.

A pair of obsidian-deep eyes shone strangely in the night light, and they fixed their eyes on the place where the cherry blossoms were.

Stretched out his hand and slowly took out the silk handkerchief from his arms, and by the moonlight, he lowered his head, looking at the cyan cherry blossoms on the silk handkerchief with rough stitches that seemed to be incompatible with this silk handkerchief, a strange color slowly emerged in his eyes, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and the hand holding the silk handkerchief also unconsciously rubbed back and forth on it, raised his head and looked at the house of Luo Qingying again.

Eight years ago, outside the Temple of Mercy and Grace, several beggars dressed in tatters, unkempt, and barely visible were beating a little beggar who looked much younger than them, and was also dressed in tatters.

The little beggar was thin and thin, lying on the ground, hunched like a malnourished shrimp, with his head curled and his hands tightly clasped to his chest, as if he were guarding something very important to him.

The little beggar's hands, body, and face were already blue and purple at this time, and there were a few scars on his hands, face, and arms, and he didn't know who had scratched them, and there was a red liquid slowly oozing out from the wounds, mixed with the dust on his body, and slid down on the cold ground.

"Stinky boy, hurry up and get things out, you hurry up and take them out......"

One of the older beggars squatted down, stretched out his hand to the little beggar and wanted to snatch the things in the little beggar's arms, and kept clenching his teeth and silently bearing all this, and the little beggar who was tightly guarding the things in his arms faced the evil hands that stretched out to him, opened his mouth and bit it fiercely, and then there was a scream like killing pigs around.

"Ah...... Ahhhh......h Let go, let go of ......"

The few people next to him who were kicking the little beggar's body with their feet, and a pair of fists were also cold and ruthless on the little beggar's body, and only after hearing this scream, these people stopped.

"Boss?!"

"What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you come over and help?"

"Oh!"

Some of them reached out and pulled the little beggar's arm, some broke the little beggar's head, and some continued to kick the little beggar's body, trying to make the little beggar let go of his mouth, but the little beggar bit the previous beggar's arm tightly as if he was ruthless, and the corners of his lips were already overflowing with red liquid, and he didn't know whose it was.

"Ah...... You~~ Hurry up and let go of ......"

The beggar who was bitten by the little beggar was in a hurry, and smashed a punch on the little beggar's face, and at the same time, the bitten arm was pulled hard, so that he could break free smoothly, but the place where his arm was bitten was blurred like minced meat at this time, and the corner of the little beggar's lips, the red stream, also flowed more urgently.

"You and he~ don't want to live anymore, but dare to bite Lao Tzu...... Second, third, a few of you will put him ~ in for me, Lao Tzu doesn't believe in this evil, and a few of us can't cure him......"