"Ouch!" the beggar chirped, but he had only been thrown out, and was not too seriously injured.

Wei Mo picked up the beggar and didn't take it seriously. He was full of worries, turned around and left, and had to find a way to save Sister Qin'er.

"Wait, boy!" the beggar hurried after him, grabbed him by the belt, and pulled him away.

Because of the excessive stride, many things fell off the beggar's body. There were a pair of rotten shoes, a rag wrap, and a black wooden stick like a burning stick fell to the ground.

The beggar hurriedly bent down to clean up his mess, as if it were all treasures, and passed by with his nose covered in spite of passers-by.

Wei Mo frowned and stared back at him, "What are you doing?"

"Why are you helping me up?" the beggar yelled at him.

"Unreasonable!" Wei Mo pointed at the black line in his head, "I was kind enough to help you up, is it still wrong?

The boy shook his hand and continued walking.

But this beggar is simply a super sticky dog skin plaster, no matter how much he shakes it off. When Wei Mo went to the east, he followed him to the east, and when Wei Mo walked the alley, he drilled the alley, and it was like a shadow, and the smell was stinking.

Wei Mo was already in a bad mood, and this time he was even more annoyed. He is not a good man and a woman, and the white eyes and sufferings he has suffered since he was a child have all piled up into negative emotions. It's like a pile of gunpowder that can be detonated at the slightest spark.

And today, in the Warm Pavilion of Wufeng Garden, Lin Tianxiu's words were a fire, which had already ignited the anger and resentment in his chest.

Wei Mo turned his head and stared at the beggar fiercely: "Are you going to let go?"

The beggar seemed to be frightened by his momentum, and flinched, but still shook his head and muttered, "I won't let go!"

"Good!" Vemo snorted, turning and burrowing into an uninhabited alley.

The alley is narrow, and the mouth of the alley is full of garbage. He chose this place because he planned to beat this guy up, and then go out to find a way to save him.

The beggar followed Wei Mo into the alley, but Wei Mo grabbed his neck with a flip of his hand, pinched him fiercely, and pressed against the wall.

At this moment, the beggar finally realized his mistake and should not pester the young man. He was shivering with fear, his hands and feet were cold, but his body seemed to smell even worse.

"Y-What are you going to do?" asked the beggar in a trembling voice.

Wei Mo's eyes widened fiercely, staring at him: "If you follow me again, I will kill you!"

"Oh, oh~" The beggar nodded, cold sweat crackling down his forehead.

Wei Mo was still ruthless after all, how could he take the life of an innocent person at will? He let go of his hand, maintaining a fierce and slightly stiff expression on his face, and turned to leave.

As soon as he took a step, Wei Mo stopped, rolled his eyes, and couldn't help but gasp. It's cold, this breath of cold air chokes his chest with a hot pain. But he didn't breathe in the cold air, otherwise he wouldn't be able to contain the anger in his heart.

On the ground, the beggar was clinging to his feet: "I won't let you go! You have to tell me why you helped me up!"

"Can I do it with cheap hands?" Wei Mo didn't even have the strength to get angry, "I'm sorry, can I drag you back now and throw you in front of someone's house?"

If he didn't win the first place and could get everything back from his original place, he would rather not participate in the Shizi Trial! Then Qin'er would be fine, and he wouldn't have met this stinky beggar.

"No, ahh

Wei Mo thought he was pretending, and shook his foot and kicked him away. The beggar rolled into the garbage heap.

Wei Mo walked away, but he couldn't help but glance back, for the beggar had become too quiet for a moment. He looked back and saw the beggar lying on his stomach in the garbage, buried face down in the garbage, motionless.

"You can't die so easily, do you?" said Wei Mo's head.

He thought about it, but he still couldn't bear it, so he walked over to take a look, and when he saw that it was not tight, he saw a wound more than a foot long on the beggar's leg and stomach.

The wound was deep, and the flesh turned out. But this is definitely not a new injury, because the edges of the wound are already white and rotten. At the wound, there were several white maggots burrowing in and out, and Wei Mo wanted to vomit when he saw it.

The strong stench on the beggar's body must have been emitted by this wound.

Wei Mo couldn't bear to look at it, sighed, dragged him out of the garbage heap, made him lie flat on the ground, and raised his hand to hold his wound.

In the spiritual veins, the spiritual power surged, the light blue streamer lingered in his palm, and a spiritual pill floated and sank in the light.

Wei Mo pointed his palm at the wound and slid it slowly from top to bottom. Wherever the spiritual power passed, the flesh-turning wound gradually regained its bloody color—although there was still ash and grime mixed with it.

After about a dozen breaths, the wound was significantly healed by seven or eight points, and the rest was left to the beggar to recuperate on his own.

"Hey, my spiritual power recovery ability is still not strong enough. Otherwise, Sister Qin'er's injury, why do you need to work so hard?" Wei Mo sighed.

In the process of healing, the beggar has woken up. He raised his head, turned back to see Vermodon beside him, and saw the flood of light at the wound, and his weed-covered eyes flashed with surprise.

When Wei Mo saw the beggar wake up, he hurriedly got up and walked away, too lazy to entangle with this man again. Alas, I didn't expect anything to go out, but I provoked a crazy beggar, bad luck, really bad luck!

"Wait, boy!" the mad beggar stopped him again, and scrambled to his feet, trotting after him, grabbing Wemo by the arm and dragging him away.

Wei Mo was speechless: "What the hell are you going to do?"

"Why are you saving me?" the mad beggar questioned him instead.

Wei Mo was crazy, he picked him up before, he thought he was nosy. Now to help him heal, he thinks he is nosy.

But thinking about it, Wei Mo really wanted to slap himself a few times: "What are you ** not nosy?"

Gasping for air, Wei Mo gritted his teeth and made a fierce appearance again: "I'll kill you!"

The teenager who has just entered the voice change period is still very naïve.

The mad beggar's eyes were bigger than him, his teeth were gritted harder than him, and he said, "You kill, I don't want to live in the first place." Who told you to delay my death? Now you have to compensate me!"

"Won't I give you a knife?" Wei Mo felt as if there were ten thousand hornets buzzing around him.

"No, you'll have to help me find medicine!" the mad beggar demanded, "and you've healed my wounds, and you're not all healed, so how uncomfortable is it?" ”

Annoyed, Wei Mo swung his fist and slammed it into the mad beggar's belly.

"Oh~" The crazy beggar's facial features are piled together, his expression is exaggerated, and his voice is more exaggerated than his expression. His waist arched, his stomach retracted, as if it were not a fist that had struck him—not to mention a single point of force, but a boulder falling from the sky.