"Run!"

A group of ragged children ran out of the dilapidated courtyard gate and fled in all directions. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Judging from their clothes, their family doesn't seem to be wealthy... No, it's very bad.

A wrinkled old man staggered out of the courtyard gate, anger written all over his face.

"Stop!"

The angry voice was more like an urgent urging at this time, which made the children's pace obviously speed up a lot, but due to the speed, a lot of candy fell out of the child's pocket. But if you look closely, all of those candies are shoddy and not good.

The old guys don't stop because the little ones are stealing inferior products. After all, for him, no matter how much money is fate, and bad candies that can be sold for money are naturally no exception. He continued to chase in the direction where the children were the most.

Perhaps because of hunger, the children's feet were much slower than expected, and even far less than the healthy old man.

Ahead of you, you have to escape the alley and enter the market. If they don't do anything, they'll be chased.

"Leave Dumb behind!" ordered a slightly older-looking child.

Yes. At this time, the escape of all the staff has become a luxury. It would be safer to leave a victim in case the old man continues to follow.

So among the children, an unkempt little guy was pushed to the ground by his companions. It fell right at the intersection of the alley and the bazaar.

This little guy named "Dumb" is the unlucky ghost that everyone has chosen.

The old man walked a few steps to the side of Dumb, who had fallen to the ground, and kicked him up, followed by another punch and kick. He seemed to be going to take all his anger out on those below him.

It's a small bazaar. Although it is a slum, you can buy daily necessities and food.

There were many pedestrians passing by, but they all turned a blind eye to this scene. No one cares what happens to a little dirty child.

Who knows if he's a "golden finger" or not.

You know, in the slums of the Holy Capital, at least nine out of ten children are engaged in that kind of shady business. Many of these children who steal are orphans without a father or mother. can only barely survive on petty theft and handouts from nearby well-wishers.

They even formed a group, as if they were called "cheetahs".

Judging by the name, they probably wish they were running faster.

The interior of a large group is a small group. It's hard to survive on your own, so it's important to have good relationships with others. Dumb is usually silent, and almost no one has heard him speak. Such an unsociable guy is enough to be called an outlier.

Therefore, when he encounters danger, he is often the one who is abandoned.

Dumb has always been obedient in the face of the lost owner. Who let him steal someone else's stuff? Although it was to fill his stomach, he knew that it was wrong to do so, and he would naturally stop when the other party was tired.

He raised his face high and rushed towards the old man.

When the old man saw that instead of crying or howling at his fists and feet, he took the initiative to beg for a fight, and his anger was a lot stronger.

Doesn't he hurt at all?

He raised his arms in the air, ready to give the little imp a little more... Lots of colors to look at.

"Stop!"

Hearing the shout, the old man really stopped. Slum dwellers are unlikely to drink this common phenomenon. So it's very likely that the person speaking is an outsider. The old man wanted to hear what he would say.

Walking towards the two was a man dressed as a traveling merchant.

The old man gave him an inquiring look.

The merchant gave him a few bronze Oren and motioned for him to leave.

The old man kept his legs firmly on the ground. This amount of money simply did not make up for his losses.

The wandering merchant certainly guessed what he wanted. After a moment, as if he had made up his mind, he took out a few bronze Oren from his pocket again with trembling hands and handed them out.

The old man looked at the fabric of the other man's clothes, and knew that he would not get any more money if he asked for more. He cursed in his heart, and the poor ghost turned and left. Anyway, beating this little imp is just to vent his anger. The clanging Oren coins in his hand were already very gratifying to him as an unexpected bonus.

As for why the merchant wanted to save that little ghost, he didn't bother to investigate. Maybe he's a pervert who likes to abuse imps like this, or sells the imps' entrails to the black market... It has nothing to do with him.

You Shang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the old man leaving. He walked up to the child and crouched down. Hold your child's face with both hands and wipe the dirt off it. Keep your eyes open and look closely.

Dumb didn't know why the person in front of him looked at him so seriously.

"What's your name?"

You Shang asked.

"Ahh Stay..."

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"One, two, three. ”

The audience only felt a flower in front of them, and a faint smoke dispersed from in front of Triss.

There stood a teenager with an innocent expression.

He was well-dressed, and obviously not an ordinary product. Obviously, there are no such guys in the circus.

The audience was silent at first, and then thunderous applause. No one thought that a magician could actually conjure a living person from a distance.

Even the guests of the designated program applauded in surprise.

"Wonderful!"

He complimented in a low, hoarse voice.

Triss puffed out her chest proudly. She proves that the magicians of the Red Oriole Circus are indeed worthy of their reputation.

The head of the regiment, Ietta, knew that the money from the wealthy guest had only then fallen into her pocket. By this time, her two pupils had been completely filled with Oren, and she began to fantasize about how she would sleep peacefully in the pile of money in the future.

However, there is one person who seems to have been neglected.

"Where is this?"

He touched his black hair and said innocently.

He's the guy who was transformed here by Triss with a teleportation spell.

Triss suddenly didn't know how to explain it to him, and she probably knew that it was rude to send someone without permission.

"Sorry to bring you in suddenly. It's this gentleman who wants to see you......" she said.

There was almost no explanation for these words, and the young man who was teleported was completely confused. He could only look at the girl who wanted to see him, in confusion.

"Who are you?"

He didn't know each other.

The mysterious guest laughed to himself, "Young Master Papitt, of course you don't know me. But I know you. After all, I look at your pictures every day and wonder how I can put you to death......"

Bang!

A bullet hit Papitt in the chest.

It happened so fast that Trisden, who was next to her, froze in place. She saw that the wealthy guest had an extra pistol in his hand.

Killing people in public.

The sound of gunfire and the fall of Papitt caused panic among the circus spectators and circus staff, who fled in all directions, screaming and fleeing. There was chaos in the field.

Papitt fell to the ground on her back, groaning in pain.

"This shot didn't kill you, it's a big guy. ”

With that, he raised his gun again. But suddenly he found that a long table had risen between him and his target.

It's Triss's teleportation spell.

Damn it!

The next moment, he shot wildly until he ran out of magazines. The table was in shambles.

But when he stopped his movements and took a few steps forward, he found that the two people behind him had long since disappeared.

"Damn, let him run! Luckily, I'm not the only one here. As he spoke, he spat thick phlegm on the ground.

He had already arranged for his companions to squat around the circus to prevent the target from escaping. So he was not at all anxious about the target's escape, and even took out a match and leisurely lit a cigarette.

Leave the rest to them.

He thought to himself.

It looks like it's a gang of killers. This time, they came prepared, and they were eyeing the young master named Papit.

Just as the killer was talking to himself, a white cat came running out of nowhere and slowly passed behind the gunman.

Iyeta hid behind the curtain and looked at him coldly.

As the head of the troupe, she will not allow anyone to go wild in the circus.

......

Triss carried Papitt on her back and ran down the road.

When the boy on the ground was pointed at gunpoint again, she decisively carried him on her back and began to flee. If she doesn't save her when she dies, I'm afraid it will make her conscience uneasy. After all, the reason why the boy was shot was because she teleported the boy here.

Triss is not a fool. By this time, she had already roughly guessed what had just happened.

The other party undoubtedly wanted to kill this boy named Papit. Judging by what he was wearing, it was indeed the dress of a rich man or a designer aristocracy.

Such people tend to have many enemies.

But the killer obviously couldn't get close to where Papitt was. Maybe it was heavily guarded, but he was safe anyway.

The killers had to find another way to find Triss, the magician of the Red Warbler, who had been very hot lately. In the name of acting, she was asked to conjure Papitt out.

While this may seem ridiculous, killers with little hope of success often choose to give it a try.

They didn't expect Triss to be able to make a big difference.

Either way, Triss hated the feeling of being taken advantage of. So it became her bounden duty not to let the other party succeed.

At this moment, two guys with guns suddenly rushed out from the left and right sides of the intersection ahead.

Triss snorted, jumped up and kicked out with her legs apart.

One hit and hit.

The two of them were kicked far away by Triss's strange force, and they were unconscious.

Her eyes turned red. The two kicks just now, just in case, she even used the power of a vampire.

Sensing that the aristocratic boy on his back seemed to be struggling. Triss reassured.

"Don't worry, under my protection, no one can hurt you!"