After a breath, blood gradually spilled from the beggar's coarse cloth clothes, and the pain almost made him faint. The middle-aged man looked at the beggar proudly with a swollen face as if he had lost his breath.

"Alright!

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the two big men finally withdrew their hands, patted their hands with a snort, and spit on him with a mouthful of phlegm.

The beggar heard that his body was as if he was dead, and when he saw the middle-aged man leaving, several beggars who were lying on the side and watching the excitement rushed up, grabbing a few white crystals in his bowl.

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

After a period of confusion, the beggar's body finally moved, he stretched out his hand and touched it for a while, and finally came across the broken bowl that was missing a hole, but the white crystals that were empty inside had already been snatched away by the other beggars. The bustle of the streets did not cease because of his bad encounter, and the shouts of the hawkers were still loud.

"Hot buns, just a white crystal!"

His eyes were fixed on the past, and at this time, a thin white bun suddenly fell from the feet of the owner of the steamed bun stall, and the boss moved under his feet, and stepped on the thin white bun, and the bun suddenly flattened to one side, and the foot marks on it were clearly shaking.

The beggar crawled towards the bun stall with his bloodied and broken body. It was as if he had not eaten for many days, and hunger had left his eyes sunken and his body as thin as paper.

The pedestrians on the street did not see him as a living man, trampling on his already wounded body, and only a few poor families avoided him.

I saw that his face was distorted, and he seemed to endure the severe pain and crawl forward with all his strength, and saw the tentacle of the bun, which had already been trampled by him because of the lack of attention of the boss of the bun.

He stretched out his blood-soaked hand and grabbed it, but it was out of reach. He gritted his teeth again and scratched it, his fingers touching the hot, tender bun, he let out a long breath, and with a movement of his fingers, he was about to get it, however, an impatient voice sounded.

"Go, go, go, damn beggar, don't get in my way. ”

Ignoring the voice of the boss of the bun, he quickly grabbed the bun and ignored the dirt on it, frantically stuffed it into his mouth, and poured it one bite at a time. The violent cough made him out of breath and his face flushed.

The boss of the bun had already walked up to him and scolded angrily.

"Didn't the damn beggar hear?"

The boss of the bun kicked him in the abdomen, and in an instant, the bun stuck in his throat spit out, his twisted body flew out upside down, and the bun that he had bitten a few mouthfuls flew out of his hand, and there was a trace of blood in the air.

He watched the bun fly away with wide eyes, and was about to grab it when there was a scolding from behind him.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way if you don't want to die!"

A galloping carriage crashed into the wind.

"Ahh

With a "bang", the sound of bones cracking was particularly clear in the noisy street, and he stared at the bun and disappeared into the crowd. His brows were tightly locked, his face was as pale as paper, and he was unusually ugly, and a mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth, and his body slammed to the ground, and his eyes rolled and he fainted.

The middle-aged man frowned, and a big man who was also dressed in black suddenly walked into the room.

"My lord, Lord Hong has been waiting for adults for a long time, but I am afraid that I will annoy my adults again. ”

The middle-aged man didn't seem to hear the sound in his ears, and looked at the horse on the street below, standing tall and stomping on the ground with his hooves.

"Phew..."

The coachman held the reins tightly, and the carriage shook with a crisp and pleasant sound, and the blue silk of the carriage was hung with pearls, crescents, jade, and luxury.

The carriage stopped, a sexy hand holding a boneless fan stretched out of the window, and a cold man's voice sounded.

"What's going on!"

The coachman immediately threw himself on his knees and kowtowed heavily.

"The villain should be damned! The villain should be damned!

"I just killed a beggar!"

The coachman glanced at the carriage, trembling and not daring to move, sweating profusely on his forehead. Finally, a gloomy, annoyed voice came from inside the car again.

"It's okay! ”

The coachman said yes again and again, breathed a sigh of relief, inhaled hard, quickly got on his horse and rode quickly forward in the carriage.

It wasn't until the carriage disappeared into the chaotic street that the middle-aged man came back to his senses, rolled his dark eyes and muttered.

"Do you think he did it on purpose? The middle-aged man beside him was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer, and the middle-aged man said slowly.

"Well, remember to take him with you. ”

As he spoke, he turned around and walked out of the house, and the middle-aged man was shocked and looked inexplicably at the beggar who was breathing under the window.

In the backyard of Wuxian Building, Hua Gongzi stepped into the moon gate angrily, and before the figure could stand, an anxious and panicked male voice sounded.

"Childe, it's not good! Nu Yao fled. ”

"What!"

He stared at the people who came quickly with a calm and dark face, and the tall and sturdy body of the person who came was just standing, and he said coldly.

"Are you all shit? ”

The big man raised his eyes and looked at him timidly, and hurriedly defended.

"I've stopped people, Childe, look..."

The middle-aged man stretched his tone and didn't dare to vote in private, Hua Gongzi had a problem that he didn't like to be a slave who was in charge of his own affairs, and he pouted at Hua Gongzi, whose face was getting more and more ugly, and the big man didn't dare to come out.

"Humph!"

Hua Gongzi snorted coldly, he didn't want her to flee in such a hurry, but before her injuries healed, she became more and more bold, and immediately ran towards the small courtyard.

The blue ground with rain marks seemed to be soaked by the rain, and a woman in gray in tattered clothes stood in the courtyard, and more than 20 big men surrounded her.

A fine silk dress printed with animal patterns appeared in the courtyard, staring at her with the cold eyes of Fang Hua Gongzi in front of her. When she saw someone coming, she was stunned, arched her body and leaned behind her left hand.

"I really didn't expect you to have the strength to struggle?"

Hua Gongzi's voice was full of cruelty. How could he let her go for nothing, Nu Yao smiled coldly, her eyes full of mockery.

"Childe is not trustworthy, so why should I listen to Childe. ”

"Oh!"

He pretended to be profound, slapped his palms twice, and when he casually, there were two big men dragging a woman dressed in gray to push her in front of her, and the big man crossed the sword, and the woman was a slave under the cold light, only to see the blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth, and her expression was in pain, and she lost her bewitching appearance at this time.

"Sister save me! I don't want to die. ”

As soon as she saw Nu Yao, she struggled and was about to run, but she was trembling by the cold knife on her neck, her teeth chattered and she couldn't speak.

"If you want to go, she has to bury you. ”

Hua Gongzi's eyes flashed with a victorious smile, and his expression was relaxed without the slightest hint of nervousness.

"Sister... Sister save me!"

The slave sobbed and sobbed, and her eyes were full of hazy mist. Nu Yao's mind froze, obviously she just knocked her unconscious, but she was injured, it seems that he must have done a good thing. Staring at Hua Gongzi with a smile on her face, the short knife in her hand flashed coldly, and attacked him directly, and with a turn of her right hand, the short knife cut at Hua Gongzi's neck.

"Protect the master!"

An exclamation. She stiffened, the short knife in her hand stabbed straight into her chest, and the slave who was close at hand stared at her with wide eyes, and blood gushed from the corners of her mouth like a stream. With incomprehension and unwillingness in those eyes, Nu Yao stood motionless as if she had lost her soul.

Hua Gongzi took the slave's dilapidated body and threw it away, took out the handkerchief and wiped his hands with disgust, as if he had stuck something unclean, and then said casually.

"Xiao Yao'er, you don't want to escape from the palm of my son's hand. ”