"Tsk, this bandit still has a time to shed tears." The master didn't know when he came out of nowhere.

It was a shame to be seen in tears by outsiders, and I jumped up in anger and punched him in the lower abdomen, but it hit him in the palm of his hand.

My physique is still very good, I have been lying down for so many days, and I am alive and kicking as soon as I wake up.

"It's not a small hand. This kid has no one to teach but me. "He's sick, and he's so happy to be beaten.

"Bunny, let's be naughty when we come together. It's not that someone saved you, where are you still living in the mud, hurry up and admit your mistake. "My father jumped out and reprimanded me.

Heaven and earth conscience, we really don't live urine.

With my head high and my hands on my chest, I can't be humiliated. But I have written it down.

"What does Master Time mean?" My father obviously knew that I was going to do this, and he didn't stop adding to it.

"You should have known what I meant when you chose the name, but the decision is yours." That being said, looking at the master's eyes, there is obviously a hard look.

I didn't care what they were nagging, I was tired, and I lay down in bed to rest.

But I never thought that after the full recovery, my parents actually put a lock on the inside of the door, and only opened it when I went out, and the yellow key wore a black thread for sewing clothes, which was tied to the wrists of my parents and the master, how could I bear it!

Then I had to settle the old accounts together. I was so committedly surprised that I was going to help my mother cook, and I stole a chili pepper while they were not paying attention, and used my father's razor to scrape it into slag. The chili residue must not be wasted, and he squeezed it in a circle on the master's bed with both hands, and then threw it evenly under the sheets. I have to say that this chili pepper is really tender and juicy, and it is dipped in chili water. If you don't bother to wash it, just dry it with your mother's face towel.

The next day, the nightmare. When I opened my eyes, I was in mid-air, and the heavens and the earth were turned upside down. The ankle was in his father's hand, and his first reaction was to cover three inches below the umbilicus and shout: "Close your eyes, don't look." ”

My father threw me back on the bed, and when he noticed that their faces had gained a lot of weight, he immediately stopped doing it, "What good things did you steal?" Gain so much weight in one night! "I saw the master smiling behind his parents, scratching left and right, with a dried chili pepper in his mouth.

"I'll let you use chili." My father turned me over, butt up, and slapped me hard.

"There are outsiders here, let me go, and I will be rewarded in the future." When the matter is revealed, you can only give in. The lines on TV are really useful, I didn't even expect to be able to say such domineering words.

"Let you go, I'll let you go," a slap slapped me on the ass.

"Why don't you want to let you go when you use my razor to scrape the peppers," another slap was crisp and loud.

"Rub chili water on the towel, why don't you want to let you go." A loud butt trembles, and the elasticity is really good.

"Why don't you want to let you go by spilling peppers on the bed?" Bounce bounce, my ass hurts.

"You know too much!" How can it be my style to get beaten all the time? If you can't fight back, you have to fight back.

"I know too much." Father pumped three times in a row.

"Stop, the gentleman doesn't move his mouth." I do have a lot of pain.

I have to admit that I am a man. At the end of the morning exercise, I didn't say a word begging for mercy, let alone shed a tear. Even when it was time for lunch, I maintained the pride of a man, and I didn't say a word or move my chopsticks. It's so faceless, there are outsiders who are still spanking.

After eating, the master went out, and it seemed that he was going to stay at my house for a while. Although my parents did not agree to him taking me as an apprentice, they did not object to me calling him a master.

A sword lay quietly on the master's bed, and the dark golden scabbard was carved with fine cloud and thunder patterns, which was very gorgeous and low-key. The sword dart on the sheath tail is a cloud pattern, the two protective rings on the sheath are connected, and the name plate is engraved with two words: point breaking. The sheath is flat. The round hilt handle was wrapped with a fine rope, but the ring of the sword head did not hang the spike, and the small sword grid was almost nonexistent, delicately stuck in the sheath. Slowly pulled out the sword body, there was no sound, the whole body did not change much, it was very narrow. The raised sword ridge in the middle of the sword body is not high, there is no blood groove, the clear brilliance shines, and the sword blade is a little dazzling. It seems to be fragile, but it is actually flexible and slightly stiff, and it is impossible to say what material there is.

Of course, these are not what I could say at that time, I just know that I like it very much, I really want to have one of my own, and even fantasize about the sharp edge of my sword.

In the past, I would not hesitate to keep it for myself, but this time I quietly put it back. Only the eyes are full of nostalgia.

There is a saying that people are iron and rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry, not to mention that I didn't eat breakfast or lunch. At two o'clock in the afternoon, my stomach was like a precursor to a thunderstorm. The most hateful thing is that they put a bowl of rice on the table to seduce me, and I will not eat it if I starve to death. I'm going out to find something to eat.

The prison escape program officially began, and although the most common and oldest lock on the door became the biggest obstacle. Now I am very depressed, it can be said that Brother Ming is very angry, and the consequences are very serious.

The steaming sun made this afternoon lifeless. I turned out half a bottle of fountain pen water, and I don't know where the fountain pen went, so I used a brush. God knows how to find a piece of paper that can draw for me. Ready, pouting and lying on the bed, no, no, how many times was just slapped in the morning. I'm going to draw a murderous sword on the sheets! No way, the master's sword left too much impression on me, it simply lingered.

I learned the posture of others grabbing a brush, but the sheets were not flat, and I couldn't draw straight lines. After only a few strokes, I decided not to draw a sword like my master, and the one I drew is called the Green Snake Sword. I was so focused on the drawing that I didn't notice that I was smiling as I was drawing. The napping parents were simply creepy when they heard this sound, and the child didn't leave any sequelae.

Run over and open my door. Fascinated by the pictures, I was taken aback and knocked over the fountain pen. My mother exclaimed, and quickly picked up my quilt and threw it into my father's arms.

"I'll clean you up later. Get me some water. My mother picked up the pillow and threw it on the quilt in my father's arms, and said to me in a fierce voice.

In any case, there must be a cooperative attitude. I ran to the kitchen.

"Do you want a big cup or a small cup?" I yelled, climbed into the cupboard, and opened the window.

"I want a pot, hurry."

"Oh, here it is, right away." Half of my body had already slipped out of the window. Thankfully, my house is a bungalow, not a building.

"Can you hurry up and get a water with such ink." The mother shouted, but there was no response.

"It's broken!" The father threw away the contents of his arms and ran to the kitchen, only the open window sash was dangling.

"Yan Mingyi~~" I had already run out for some distance before I heard this sound, and then the sound of the neighbor's door locking.

Now it's time to find something to eat. After a long journey of almost an hour, we came to the market. I was attracted by the smell of pancake fruit, and I went straight to stand in front of the stall and began to drool.

It would be nice if I could be full just by smelling it, I don't have any money on me.

The vendor noticed me, "Kid, have a try?" ”

I was awakened by his voice, looked up in confusion, looked at him, and then looked at the side, "Hey, where's my mother?" ”

It's a big deal to get lost, the little vendor immediately pulled his throat, "Sell pancakes and sell pancakes, my pancakes here are fragrant and fragrant, I don't want to leave when I smell it, my mother is so anxious when I lose it, pancakes and pancakes sell pancakes, whose children will take them away"

A crowd of people quickly gathered around under the shouts of the vendors, and it was a nice feeling that everyone was watching. A hurried figure squeezed through the crowd, and I ran over to hold her hand, "Mom, you've thrown me three times, don't throw me again, okay?" ”

"What do you say?" The mother who had just recognized him had apparently not yet reacted to what was going on.

"Mom, I want to eat pancakes." Shaking her arm.

"Who's your mother, go home quickly." She shook my hand away.

"Mom, you don't want me anymore." I wept.

The crowd exploded, and the confused sense of justice is always the best place for the masses of the people to make use of, and it is easy to be infected and unknowingly obey the will of others is its greatest weakness. Even if it's wrong, they'll smile and continue next time.

"Why are you so ruthless, and your son is thrown away like this? You see how cute it is. "The first one to jump out was a big lady.

"I'm really not."

"It's not that people will hold you? What do children know? You're still pretending! "Righteous indignation.

"I'm not even married!"

"No wonder I threw away such a lovely child, unmarried, pregnant, raised, no hukou, no schooling? Girl, the days are still long, there will always be a way. "Serious words.

"Alright, alright, don't say it, I'll take him away." She took me by the hand and was about to leave.

"Mom, I'm hungry, you haven't given me food for a day." I was nailed in place.

"Okay, okay, I'll buy it for you." What else can I do?

When the piping hot pancake fell into my hand, the calla lily bloomed again. He bowed deeply, "Thank you, Auntie." "Turn around and squeeze out of the crowd and run away. And the crowd was still there, apparently wondering, what does this mean?

"I've said it all, I'm not!"

I spent the afternoon wandering the streets. Grabbed an ice cream, this really doesn't blame me, I was thirsty, a little kid actually held the ice cream, looked at me with two eyes full of superiority, stretched out the tip of the tongue and touched it gently, smashed it twice, and the aftertaste was endless.

This is a naked provocation, I went up and snatched the ice cream, stretched out my tongue and licked it hard, it tasted really good. After eating three or two bites, it was too icy and had a headache.

Looking back at the stunned little brat, hey, there's still a bottle of drink, and it's mine.

Truth be told, this little kid is taller than me.

There was a shouting and a stone hit my ass. A tattered child with a dog ran by, followed by five children in pursuit, and had time to stop to pick up stones. While chasing, he shouted: Kill the one who asked for food, kill the stray dog.

How dare you hit me with a stone, or ass! I don't know if I've been beaten there, and it hurts to touch it? I don't care if you're injured by mistake or not, I just can't get used to seeing you bully too many people. Look at me, the bullies are taller than me. I took a sip of my drink and threw it away, and chased after it.

A scene was formed on the street, with the child and a dog fleeing at the front, and the five children behind me scolding and chasing after me, and I chased after the five children at the back.

The indifferent crowd dodged the flying stones and went on with their business.