(Maple Leaf admits that he has a bit of a bad taste, he likes the red clothes in Warcraft, and he borrows it from it, not plagiarism)

Han Feng Gao decided that the little witch had nothing to do and wandered around the surrounding cities, saying that the market here was good.

Suddenly, the calm street was in turmoil, and loud shouts and ridicule came from the people in front of them.

"Hey, these hooligan mercenaries, relying on the power of the mercenary group, have nothing to do for a day, and they know how to bully little girls."

"Be quiet, these mercenaries can kill."

Han Feng's eyes penetrated through the gap in the human qun, and took the small figure curled up on the ground into his eyes: her tattered clothes were extremely dirty, but her hair color was so conspicuous red, even dust could not hide it, a bewitching red!

In front of her, a mercenary man, laughing arrogantly, punched her roughly.

After being hit like this, the girl on the ground did not let out a single cry, and stubbornly protected her head.

The onlookers qun, although their faces couldn't bear it, they didn't come out to stop them, they looked at the girl on the ground with a point of pity, seven points of disgust, and two parts of fear in their eyes.

Han Fenghuo turned around, his body moved slightly, and the person had disappeared.

The mercenary laughed wildly and swung his huge fist fiercely, his fist with a piercing sound of breaking wind, and then ...... The laughter came to an abrupt end. A white palm lightly pressed on the huge fist, resisting all the power, and the big mercenary looked at the owner of the hand.

A young man in a purple robe, one meter six tall, with a slightly immature face telling others that this is actually a child, and his thin body seems to sway slightly in the breeze.

"Have you had enough?" The cold voice came from the seemingly extremely young mouth in front of him, making the mercenary's heart involuntarily flood with a trace of fear.

The mercenary swallowed a mouthful of saliva, moistened his somewhat dry throat, and said dryly, "What are you going to do?" Why help this demon-cursed girl?"

The young man rolled his eyelids, his tone did not improve because of what he said, and he was still cold: "Are you rolling?" Or die?"

The mercenary twitched, he didn't expect anyone to dare to talk to him like this, his eyes were full of anger, he pulled out the axe on his back with his backhand, and said with a cruel smile: "Get out? Until now, I have never seen anyone dare to talk to me like this. ”

The young man didn't even lift his eyelids this time, he bent down directly, ignoring the dirtiness on the girl's body, and gently picked her up. Feeling his movements, the girl finally reacted and slowly raised her little head.

Han Feng only felt a loud "boom" in his head, and looked at the little face in a daze, "Blood God Body!" ”

I saw a pair of blood-colored eyes blinking lightly on a somewhat messy little face. Legend has it that one of the descendants of the inheritance of the Demon Ancestor of the Flood Desolation, and also the strongest inheritance, the Shura Demon Eye actually appeared in this other world.

In the blood-colored pupils, there seemed to be a monstrous killing intent, which was the killing intent inherited from the Nine Nether Styx, and even Han Feng couldn't help but feel a little numb in his skin.

As if sensing the fear in Han Feng's heart, those big blood-colored pupils flashed with a hint of ridicule and sorrow, and he struggled gently, wanting to get out of this warm embrace.

Han Feng took the ridicule and sorrow that flashed in his blood-colored pupils into his eyes, his heart tightened, his arms clenched, and he squeezed the girl who was only seven or eight years old into his arms, letting her struggle slowly fade away.

With a sigh, infinite pity rose in his heart, and he gently stroked the red hair.

Han Feng, who picked up the little girl and was about to get up, suddenly felt a strong wind behind him, the corners of Zui were slightly lifted, the sleeve robe was gently waved back, and the huge sword qi came out through his palm.

"Poof." The mercenary who wanted to sneak attack suddenly spewed out a blood mist in the sky, mixed with some liver fragments, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Breaking the body's formless sword qi, surpassing the heaven-level martial arts, how could it be that only a small mercenary at the division level could block it, even if Han Feng rebuilt it after sealing it.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers were stunned at first, then screamed violently, and fled in all directions.

The little girl in Han Feng's arms, her blood-colored pupils stared at the lifeless mercenary corpse tightly, her soft little tongue quietly rose out, and a small drop of blood was added to her lips, and on it, there was a small drop of blood spilled.

Coming to a clothing store, Han Feng put the little girl down, his chin raised slightly, and motioned for her to pick out clothes. The girl with the blood pupil gently raised her finger and pointed to the one on the far left, a dress that was as red as blood.

Han Feng frowned slightly, and said softly: "Change one, this one is not good." The girl shook her head, her fingers stubbornly pointing at the red dress.

Well, Han Feng had to admit that as the inheritor of that lineage, he really had a special paranoia about the red of blood as he remembered in his memory.

Han Feng had no choice but to order the attendant standing on the side to take it down, and said to the waitress on the left, "Take her to take a bath and put on new clothes."

Looking at the girl who quietly entered the back hall with the attendant, Han Feng exhaled.

He now somewhat understood why the mercenary called her a girl cursed by the devil, and he had been stared at by her blood-colored pupils for a long time, not to mention ordinary people, even if it was himself, he felt a little numb. (Note: The body of the blood god is second only to the origin body of the protagonist Han Feng, and it is very strong)

A panicked figure suddenly ran out of the inner hall, it was the waitress, she ran to Han Feng and couldn't stop bending down to apologize: "I'm sorry, my lord, I really can't stand that girl's eyes, I'm sorry."

With a helpless sigh, he waved his hand, motioned for her to leave, and got up to enter the inner hall.

The girl stood naked in the huge tub, her blood-colored pupils filled with mockery and sadness. Sensing that someone was coming in, the girl raised her head and looked at the man in front of her, no, it should be called a boy. (At this time, Han Feng was only 13 years old in the Phantom World)

Han Feng touched his nose a little embarrassed and shrugged: "They didn't dare to come, so I was the only one who came." ”

Being a strange man? The boy looked at his body, and the girl's face finally changed somewhat, and she squatted down slightly, and a pale red quietly appeared on her little face.

Han Feng smiled bitterly, Shen took a towel in his hand, handed it to her, and asked, "You should be able to wash it yourself, right?" Hurry up, I'll be waiting for you outside." After speaking, he ran out a little embarrassed.

But I didn't know that the moment the girl came out of the other party's embarrassment, Zui's corner moved slightly, with a hint of a smile.

…………………………

The delicate red silk is softly scattered on the delicate shoulders, and the blood-colored pupils on the delicate little face are set off by a red dress on the body, showing a chic and bewitching beauty, although the body is small, but it has everything a woman should have.

With a slight dry cough, Han Feng still stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Introduction, my name is Han Feng, what's your name?"

The demonic blood-colored eyes glanced at him and landed on the red clothes on his body.

"Red."

"Red?" Han Feng rolled his eyes depressedly, did he need to be so perfunctory? Sure enough, the guy with the body of the Blood God was really unimaginable for the guy to be attached to red, and Han Feng came to a conclusion.

"What about you...... Forehead. Never mind. Han Feng retracted the question in a dejected manner, he could see everything about the girl without asking, and he was worried about where she was going.

(Maple Leaf: Don't be surprised, Han Feng is not a stallion who loves one, the heroine and Han Feng must have an emotional foundation and a good personality)

"What? Want to get me somewhere else? Do you want to sell it to slave convicts? Or sell it to those shameless big families?" The corner of the red-clothed zui drew a mocking arc.

Han Feng was stunned and almost fell. A descendant of Shura who, according to his memory, may cause a great turmoil in the universe of the Chaos Demon Race, is worth that, and I really ...... Outdated.

Han Feng raised his eyebrows and asked playfully, "Why do you think so?"

Hongyi pouted disdainfully and sneered, "Aren't you thinking so?"

Han Feng took a deep breath, Okay, bad girl, the identification is complete! The tone was quite helpless: "If you were my sister, I would definitely beat your little ass to the ground at this time."

"Sister? Hehe, I can't call it that. Hongyi smiled lightly, the desolate expression on her little face was not what a girl who was less than ten years old should have, and stubbornly pushed Han Feng away and ran towards the outside of the store.

Han Feng grabbed the girl's arm, ignoring the other party's terrifying eyes, and said helplessly: "Okay, since that's the case, I declare that you are mine!" ”

"At least until you're able to ...... on your own"

“…………”

On the street, Han Feng took the little hand in red and moved forward slowly, it was not early, I don't know if I can find a place to stay, a purple-robed young man couldn't help but secretly said.

After seeing the girl's strange blood-colored eyes, the surrounding people couldn't help but shudder in their hearts, and couldn't help but bypass the road and let the two pass.

Feeling the frightened gaze of the pedestrians around him, a trace of sadness and mockery flashed in the blood-colored pupils of the red clothes, he held Han Feng's small hand, trembled slightly, and pulled it a little harder, as if it was pulled out of Han Feng's big hand, but was held by the huge force coming from those hands.

"Why do you ...... Help me, I'm just a man cursed by demons." The red clothes murmured softly, there are no real fools in this world, especially for the girls who are struggling at the bottom of the world.

Han Feng smiled slightly, stopped, squatted down, lifted the girl's beautiful red silk with his hand, stared closely at the pair of demonic blood pupils, and said gently: "How do you know that you are a person cursed by demons?"

Hongyi chuckled, there was sadness in his smile that could not be hidden, and his little finger pointed at the pair of blood pupils: "It's ...... It is the gift of the devil. ”

"No one will identify with a person who is cursed by the devil, I just want to live an ordinary life, I want family, friends, is it that such a simple wish, I am not qualified to fulfill it?"

"Why...... Why would my family do that to me? They...... They actually wanted to kill me...... Why?"

The red clothes shouted at Han Feng a little frantically, and the fingers of his hands suddenly stood up violently, stabbing towards the pair of blood pupils. Looking at the momentum, if it was really stabbed, those blood pupils would definitely not be protected. Han Feng sighed lightly, feeling a little sour in his heart, he didn't expect this girl to have such a tragic experience, and the girl is not only a blood inheritance, but also a soul inheritance. Legend has it that the true nobility of the inheritance does not come from the bloodline, but from the nobility of the soul and the personality...

The palm of his hand reached out like lightning, grabbed the little hand, and gently hugged the girl, and the warm voice invaded the dry and cold young heart like spring rain: "Who said that no one agrees with you, in the future, you will be my Han Feng's relative, I agree with you."

"I identify with you"

The simple four words shattered the fragile indifferent coat of the red clothes, and the small teeth bit Zui's lips, and the crystal fell quietly from the blood-colored pupils, hitting his cheeks.

That little heart, vitality gently appeared again, accompanied by a name, invaded the heart.

"Han Feng, you agree with me, then I~ also agree with you, you are the first and the last."

A smile appeared on the bewitching little face. The blood-colored eyes also emitted a heterochromatic glow.

Han Feng smiled and put the girl on his back, and said with a smile: "Let's go, if we don't find a place, we will sleep on the streets."

"By the way, remember, Red."

"Hmmm......"

"In the future, don't care too much about other people's opinions, as long as you live happily and feel satisfied.

You have to understand that even if the whole world denies me, there is still me who believes in me, my life is quiet, and I make my own decisions and sway my own self. When sad, the embarrassed crying is also very exciting, after the tears are dry, the head is raised and laughing so brightly, when frustrated, silently looking for the long-lost destination of the soul, when happy, erect all the JiQing in the body. Forever, let yourself live beautifully, beautifully! And it's as simple as the lion can never get the approval of a sheep."

The red-clothed little zui lifted it slightly and nodded slightly.

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