Chapter Seventy-Seven: How to Be a Good Beggar

"How many years have you been hungry?" Xiao Yunmo was really shocked when he saw Mu Cong'an eating. But how did she feel that Mu Cong'an seemed to have a grudge against this roast chicken, and the fierceness of the bite was really indescribable.

"It's not okay for you to go hungry like this, no matter what kind of place you are thrown into, you have to eat enough to have the fighting spirit. Xiao Yunmo stood up and patted the ashes on her body, this is how she lived.

...... This girl talks a lot, Mu Cong'an secretly thought in his heart, but how can such a thing as fighting spirit be so good to get.

Yun Mo, who witnessed all this, remembered that the reason why she said so much at the beginning was probably because she almost didn't talk to people properly, after all, she was still a child at that time, but after ten years, she was no longer interested in chatting with people.

Xiao Yunmo grabbed Mu Cong'an's dirty hand and was about to go outside.

Mu Cong'an was startled and wanted to withdraw his hand, but his hands were covered with blood, and he couldn't let this girl get it. But Yun Mo couldn't help but drag him to death.

Although Mu Cong'an has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, he has been hungry for several days in a row, and his body and mind have been severely damaged, so he can't match Yun Mo's strength.

"I'll tell you how to live, first of all, we can be good beggars first. ”

Is there still a good beggar?

Mu Cong'an really couldn't understand Xiao Yunmo's brain circuit.

"See, these roadsides are all low-level beggars, and we have to be at the level of elders. Xiao Yunmo said seriously, this is what she saw from the small book that accumulated dust in the master's study.

Yun Mo followed them out, and once again doubted herself, she was really like this before, but those pamphlets were burned by the master on the grounds that she was not doing her job, and since then, all she has seen are serious books.

Mu Cong'an let her pull her away, not knowing what this girl was going to do.

But what amazed him was that Xiao Yunmo just talked with those beggars for a while, and they led an old man to see Mu Cong'an.

Xiao Yunmo pointed at Mu Cong'an and said, "This is the one I said, he is good at martial arts, he is a good seedling in the duel, and he just got a roast chicken for me." ”

Mu Cong'an: "???"

The old man nodded in satisfaction, and motioned for them to follow.

The memories after that were all about how they really got mixed with the elder beggar step by step, during which Mu Cong'an gradually began to speak, but only with Xiao Yunmo.

Yun Mo really looked at it from the outside, maybe Mu Cong'an saved her three times and twice because she was the life-saving straw that took him out of the quagmire at that time.

Until, they arrived in Cloud City by chance.

Mu Cong'an stood for a long time in front of a mansion, where the grass was overgrown and the door was stained with blood.

Yun Mo, who was in memory regression, couldn't see the words engraved on the plaque clearly, and there was no way to wipe it.

Xiao Yunmo followed beside Mu Cong'an, and she asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

Mu Cong'an didn't speak for a long time, he took a deep breath, and after calming down, he continued: "My parents were killed, and I want revenge. ”

"Ah, what are parents like?I've never met my parents, do I have parents?" Xiao Yunmo fell into deep thought.

Mu Cong'an couldn't help but feel a little sad when he saw her innocent appearance, and couldn't help but reach out and touch her head.

"However, if you want to take revenge, you can't look half-dead now. Xiao Yunmo said seriously, "However, I think you should live more happily and don't let unhappiness occupy your life." ”

That translates to don't let hatred be all you have.

Mu Cong'an lowered his eyes and let go of hatred, how could it be? However, how fortunate he was to be able to meet her.