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The little girl clenched her fists to cheer herself on, but she still couldn't help but be scared in her heart, after all, this street was too terrible for her.

The reverence for the monk filled her little heart, but she had no choice.

The little girl's expression became resolute, she could not starve to death.

There was no harvest for half a day today, and there was no one to help at all. Of course, the exceptions were those inns, which would never hire a seven-year-old girl.

Oh no.

It's a boy.

Now she is dressed as a boy, and she has seen too many little girls thrown into those filthy green buildings, which she heard from the old man she helped last year.

It's a pity that he didn't survive the cold winter of last year.

If a beggar is a boy and provokes those people, he will be beaten at most, but if it is a girl, he will definitely be sold for money.

Therefore, she must carefully protect herself and grow up carefully.

As long as she is ten years old, she will have basic self-preservation.

Looking at the scorching sun overhead, she pursed her chapped lips and wiped the sweat from her forehead, and was about to reach the street.

The little girl's steps went faster.

She didn't expect that she would be recognized by that guy just by just one glance, and she really deserved to be an "acquaintance".

"**** is the same dirty thing, when my aunt and grandmother turn ten years old, I will chop you with a knife!"

The little girl, walking briskly with her head down, touched the rusty little knife in her arms, this was her treasure, with which she had used to cut off the bastard's three fingers.

It's a pity that the knife is crooked, otherwise where would he still be able to hang behind him, chase himself to, and take refuge in that terrible street?

Finally, I walked into that street. The street was full of monks.

At this moment, her back was soaked with sweat.

The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, because the eyes behind her were gone.

But the next moment, her heart tightened, this place was not much safer than just now, if she accidentally became the punching bag of the monk master, she would be miserable.

The little girl lowered her head and walked along the side of the gorgeous shops, not daring to walk on the avenue at all, nor daring to get too close to them.

One year, she just sat on the stone steps at the back door of a store, and was kicked, that ****-like little two, she must have no ass when she gave birth to a doll in the future, and she raised it for a whole month before it didn't hurt.

So now the experience is quite old-fashioned.

How can you not attract attention, how can you not make people angry, how can you live humbly in this small city.

What a damn life has forced a little girl to be!

Little girl had no idea that her experience, when placed among monks, would not work at all.

It was the first time she had walked on this street, and most likely the last.

Just now, in the private room on the second floor of an inn, a young man with a gloomy face saw her.

Her dress is seen through at a glance.

She caught the man's attention.

"Funny little girl, think it would be a good stove?"

The boy's eyes flashed with amusement, and with a flick of his fingers, a drop of wine fell on the little girl's clothes.

"Uncle, what's so nice about a little beggar, isn't he beautiful?" said the woman sitting in his arms, a small hand, reaching into the young man's belt.

"Oh!"

The boy groaned, and with a wave of his sleeve, the window slammed shut, and he threw the woman onto the bed, and he threw himself on it.

It didn't take long for a beautiful sound to be heard in the room......

......

"It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay, you're going to get out of this street safely. ”

The little girl walked briskly, she cheered for herself, this street, it's really terrible, there is no good person, it's even more terrible than the guy who was cut off three fingers by her, if she did it all over again, she would never walk this street, it's a big deal to fight with that bastard.

"Whew!"

When she finally got out of the street, she didn't dare to stop, she ran as hard as she could, to get away from the place.

Half an hour later, she stopped under a high wall, her back against it, gasping for air, she had no strength.

Sitting under the high wall, she took out the steamed bun, pulled open a piece, put it in her mouth and chewed it.

She was so hungry that she couldn't do anything.

She had been cautious and had not noticed at all, although there was no darkness under this wall, but no one had walked on this street.

Click.

Suddenly, something was thrown at the little girl, startling her.

I looked over with wide eyes, and it was a fragrant pastry, which was really fragrant.

Looking at the piece of pastry, her eyes showed longing, she swallowed her saliva, but she didn't pick it up, her body was constantly trembling, it was fear, and with a face, she looked up.

A little boy of eight or nine years old, dressed in a rich robe and with a cold face, rode on a high wall, holding in his hand a plate with a nice snack in it.

Obviously, he threw it just now.

He sat on the high wall and looked at the little girl who looked like a cat, her little eyes were scared and frightened, but she was pretending to be calm.

The sweat-drewn cheeks are black, but the forehead under the bangs is fair, obviously when she grows up in the future, she will definitely be a beauty embryo.

"Who are you and why are you here?" he asked.

Hearing the boy's words, the little girl couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart, she knew that her little life was temporarily saved. "My name is defective, what about you?"

Looking at the little girl who was pretending to be mature, he didn't know why, he wanted to laugh a little, so he laughed and said, "I, my name is Qin Wuya! By the way, do you want to eat this pastry?"

As he spoke, the little boy shook the bone disc in his hand.

The little girl smiled, picked up the pastry next to her, looked up and said, "I have it." ”

"But it's dirty!"

"Don't be afraid. ”

She wiped the pastry, carefully put it in her mouth, and said as she ate, "It's delicious." ”

"Aren't you afraid it's poisonous?" he asked, as if remembering something.

"Don't be afraid!"

"Why?" he was a little surprised.

"You're a good man. ”

She looked up at him and said.

Those innocent eyes made his little face red.

"How do you know I'm a good person?"

"I knew it!"

She said that this was the secret of her ability to live in this city at such a young age, because she could tell who was good and who was bad, and this secret was a secret that no one knew except herself.

"Oh. ”

The boy didn't ask any more, he threw a piece of pastry down, and said, "Go on." ”

She took it, but didn't eat it again, but put it in her arms.

"Are you full?"

"Not yet. ”

"Then why don't you eat it?"

"Because it's my dinner. She said.