Another cold winter is coming, and the heavy snow for several days has covered the entire town of Deno with a layer of silver makeup, and the cold wind after the snow, cold and biting, whistling, rolling up the broken snow on the ground, and constantly smashing on the buildings on both sides of the street. Several dilapidated buildings let out unbearable moans in the howling cold wind.

As in previous years, the doors of the houses in the town were closed, and under the biting cold wind, there was not a single figure to be seen on the streets of the town, which were not wide.

In the face of the biting cold wind, even those who are not very well-off would rather eat one or two less meals, nest at home, and take advantage of the fire.

Click! click......

At the moment when the cold wind stopped slightly, a slightly rapid footsteps were heard.

Who is it? In such a harsh climate, still outside?

Looking in the direction from which the footsteps came, at the end of the street, a slightly thin figure appeared.

It was a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a childish face. His thin and shabby clothes could not have the slightest effect on keeping out the cold in the cold wind, and his slightly thin body was constantly trembling in the cold wind.

The young man, who was pale because of the cold wind, held a clay pot tightly, although his body was constantly trembling in the cold wind, but his hand holding the clay pot held the jar in his hand, for fear of accidentally dropping the jar to the ground.

Click! click......

The boy walked forward quickly, his clear eyes revealing a hint of anxiety, as if he was worried about something.

Walking through the crooked streets, the boy came to a mansion with a very unique architectural style.

The vermilion gate and the two stone lions beside the gate show the extraordinary status of the owner of the mansion in the town.

Bang!

The boy raised his frozen hand and knocked on the door, and countless snow chips fell as he knocked on the door.

Crunch!

The heavy door opened, and a big man in a heavy cotton jacket appeared in front of the young man.

"Why have you been there for so long?" the big man looked at the young man impatiently, with a white breath in his mouth.

The boy did not speak, and walked quickly into the courtyard.

The high walls of the mansion blocked the cold wind, and the courtyard was noticeably warmer, and in the very sheltered corner of the courtyard, a large stove was spitting a roaring flame, exuding an inviting warmth.

When the young man entered the courtyard, he closed the door with a curse, came to the fire, picked up the wine jug on the stool, poured a big gulp, and sat down.

The boy glanced nostalgically at the stove and walked inside.

"Master, you are so bad!" ......

A burst of laughter came from inside the room.

The boy hesitated and pushed the closed door open.

Inside the house, a beautiful woman dressed as a maid was sitting in the arms of a young man with an extremely strong figure, and the man's hand was groping through the woman's clothes, and when she saw the young man coming in, the woman quickly pushed away the man's strange hands, got down from the man's body, straightened the clothes on his body, and walked to the side.

"Young Master, the chicken soup is here!" the young man ignored everything that happened in the house, and put the clay pot in his hand on the table in the room.

The young man glanced at the boy, got up from his chair, and came to the table.

The woman, dressed as a servant, quickly brought a delicate soup bowl, lifted the lid of the clay pot, and spooned the chicken broth inside.

The steaming chicken soup, with its strong aroma, instantly fills the room.

The boy couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The young man took the chicken soup handed by the woman, and took the opportunity to touch the woman's white and soft hand before serving the chicken soup.

"Poof!"

As soon as the chicken soup was in his mouth, the young man spit it out.

"Horn!" the delicate soup bowl was thrown to the ground by the young man, and the steaming soup splattered all over the room.

Looking at the hideous face of the young man, the young man's pupils shrank sharply, and there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

The young man's gloomy gaze looked at the young man.

"How do you do that?" the young man's voice was colder than the cold wind outside, making the young man's body tremble.

"Young Master, I'm sorry!" There was no excuse, and the young man knew very well that any excuse would be useless.

"Let you go to Xi and buy chicken soup again, you have been going for so long, and the soup has become cold, how can you drink it?"

The young man looked at the still steaming clay pot, gritted his teeth, and lowered his head, he knew very well that the young man in front of him was just looking for a reason to teach him a lesson.

"Hmph!" the young man snorted coldly, raised his hand and slapped it on the young man's face.

"Horn!"

The crisp sound resounded throughout the room, and the bright red fingerprints of five people suddenly appeared on the young man's pale face, and he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

The young man did not let the boy go, took another step forward, approached the boy, raised his foot and kicked him violently, kicking the boy to the ground, and then punching and kicking.

In the face of the young man's fists and feet, the young man who fell to the ground did not resist, but just curled up tightly, allowing the young man's merciless fists and feet to fall on him.

After a few minutes, the young man finally stopped, shook off his hands, which were a little painful from the beating, and stared fiercely at the boy who was curled up on the ground without saying a word.

"Useless thing!" After the boy kicked him hard a few more times, the young man coldly dropped the sentence and slammed the door.

The beautiful woman dressed as a servant watched all this silently, although there was a trace of unbearability in her eyes, but she did not dissuade her, she knew very well that it was not the first time that something like this had happened, and if she had spoken out to persuade her, the young man would be tortured even more.

It wasn't until after the young man had left that the woman came up and reached out to pick up the boy who had fallen to the ground.

However, as soon as the woman's hand was stretched out, the boy pushed it away.

The boy struggled to get up from the ground, reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and limped away.

The woman dressed as a maid watched the boy leave, shook her head, and began to sweep up the debris on the ground.

Whew......

Outside, the cold wind was still blowing, and the relentless cold wind seemed to be touched at this moment, wanting to blow everything that happened in this building without a trace.