One of the little beggars was very conspicuous, or rather cute-looking, much better than the others.

Small-scale wars broke out in many parts of the Land of the Hundred Nations, and it was the people living at the bottom who suffered.

The little beggar is ten years old this year, and he was raised by an old beggar with hard work. Last year, the old beggar was old, and after years of hunger and cold, he finally did not survive and passed away.

Therefore, in order to protect himself, the little beggar often fights with other beggars. Only by making other beggars afraid of themselves can they not be bullied and oppressed.

The little beggar followed the army to this city, trekked through mountains and rivers, and suffered a lot. During this period, the little beggar planned to rely on his own ability to earn money to eat, but no one looked down on the little beggar and disliked the little beggar very much.

Therefore, the little beggar can still only live by begging, and he is often hungry.

"I heard that this city is very prosperous, so I shouldn't continue to be hungry!"

When the little beggar entered the city, he walked alone on the corner of the street, rummaging through the garbage heap for anything to eat.

"Found it!"

Just casually flipping through it, the little beggar found a moldy bun, like a treasure.

The little beggar patted the dust off the bun, looked around cautiously, and made sure that no one would snatch his bun, and then gnawed it with confidence.

"It's still meat buns, it's delicious."

The little beggar quickly finished the moldy meat bun and licked the oil from his finger again. I don't know how long it has been, but the little beggar hasn't eaten meat buns.

"When I make money in the future, I will eat meat buns every day."

The little beggar fantasized about that day, and his saliva couldn't stop flowing. His ambition is not so ambitious, he just wants to fill his stomach without feeling the taste of hunger.

When the passers-by saw the appearance of the little beggar, they all moved away to the other side, and their eyes were disgusted.

The little beggar is used to this scene, who calls himself stinky?

Sometimes the little beggar wonders if he was born in a rich family, would he have no troubles?

No matter who you are, as long as you live in this world, you will definitely have troubles. It's just that the little beggar still can't understand that in his cognition, he has no other thoughts than to feed himself every day.

As for getting married and having children, the little beggar couldn't even think of it, that kind of life was too luxurious.

When night fell, the little beggar found a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and planned to clean up this place, and make it his own home in the future.

Under a flyover, the little beggar finds that no one occupies it. There are basically no beggars in this city, and naturally they will not seize this sloppy place under the overpass.

During the day, the little beggars either crouched on the side of the street and begged and said something nice; Or just rummage through the garbage heap to see if there's anything you can use.

At night, the little beggar curled up under the overpass, supported his chin with his hands, and looked up at the bright moon: "It is said that cultivators don't have to starve, if only I were also a cultivator." ”

The little beggar's thoughts were extremely pure, and the taste of starvation was so unpleasant. Sometimes starvation is so bad that it's worse than death. The little beggar once saw the scene of cannibalism, and every time he thought about it, he couldn't sleep, like a nightmare.

Half a month later, something happened under the overpass.

Five or six beggars occupied Tianjiao, and the little beggar was only ten years old this year, where could he beat so many people, and he was directly driven out, with a blue nose and swollen face.

"From today on, this is where we are staying. Boy, get out of the way and find a place again. ”

These beggars are well-known bullies and often bully their own kind. The little beggar knew them, and they didn't cross paths before, but they didn't expect to be beaten today.

At first, the little beggar was reluctant to leave, and he came first, so why let it go to others. However, there are dark places in every corner of this world, and quarrels and fights between beggars are sometimes more cruel than those of cultivators.

The little beggar knew that he couldn't beat these people, so he could only leave in disgrace.

The little beggar bit his lip so hard that his chapped lips were bitten out of blood. However, the little beggar did not feel the pain in his body, only the sharp pain of tearing in his heart.

Ever since the old beggar died, the little beggar has been often bullied. A small shelf every three days, a big shelf every five days, is a common occurrence.

However, the little beggar gritted his teeth every time and survived, he had to live, no matter how hard life was. Because, only by living can there be hope.

Tick!

A tear fell from the little beggar's eye socket and just slipped to the wound on his face, and a strong tingling sensation hit the bottom of his heart.

In the darkness of the night, there was silence, and no one saw the little beggar staggering forward in the darkness. Even if a practitioner sees it, he ignores it and doesn't care about it.

The little beggar kept walking towards the front, and he did not dare to stop, for fear that the beggars would come and beat him again. In a few years, when I grow up, I will definitely fight back.

The little beggar was covered with wounds, one green and one purple, and he had been hungry for a long time. I don't know how far I went, but the little beggar fainted.

The next day, the sun shone on the earth.

"Look, there's a man lying there?"

As soon as some of the cultivators stepped out of the guest room, they saw a small beggar lying under the attic from a distance.

"That's where the fairy lives, and I'm afraid this person will die."

"Looking at that person's clothes, it looks like a little beggar from out of town."

"Shall we go and clean up this beggar, lest we dirty the fairy's place. If our actions make the fairy happy, maybe we will get some chances. ”

Many people looked at the little beggar lying under the attic, and planned to go over and drag the little beggar out and throw it into the mass grave, so that the place where the fairy could not be dirty.

When a stout man was about to use his magical powers to drag the little beggar out, the door to the attic slowly opened.

"See the fairy."

Suddenly, hundreds of people all bowed down and saluted, not daring to look directly at the fairy's face, for fear of blaspheming the fairy.

As early as last night, Cheng Furan had already noticed that the little beggar had fainted here. When she saw that the little beggar was pitiful, she did not expel him.

Cheng Furan lightly touched the little beggar's eyebrows, the injuries on the little beggar's body visibly recovered, he snorted lightly, and gradually woke up.

The little beggar opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Cheng Xunran, and subconsciously said, "Sister fairy, where am I?" ”