"Puff~"

"Poof~"

The long sword cut through the skin, cutting off a large piece of flesh and blood, revealing the white bones of Sensen, and blood gushed out, more than three feet long.

Retracted Chengying, and clicked a few times on his chest and arm again, and finally stopped the bleeding.

While the sky was not completely bright, there were not many pedestrians on the road, and he felt that he had entered a small town, so he had to quickly find a place to bandage his wounds.

If he was infected, he didn't believe that any kind people would save him.

This is the world of cultivating immortals that magnifies people's desires countless times, killing people and selling goods is the norm, and good people have long been fertilizers.

In the small alley, I walked around, and finally found an uninhabited house in a dirty and messy alley.

To say that it is a house is to lift it.

On the two mud piles against the wall were a few branches, on which was laid a layer of grass, and some straw was padded inside.

It always feels like a kennel......

Originally, Leng Yanqiu didn't want to live here, but he lost too much blood along the way, and he was already dizzy, and he was able to shuttle through the alley, already relying on extraordinary perseverance.

He has never found a place to hide, and his first thought when he sees this "house" is disgust.

However, when he just saw this "hiding place", the momentary relaxation of his spirit had already stopped listening to the call.

Just fell to the ground and couldn't stand it.

Biting his tongue and regaining a little energy, his right forearm was forceful, pulling through the gap in the floor tiles and slowly crawling towards the hut.

"Ho~"

Gasping heavily, the pain from his fingers made him feel painful, and he wanted to give up several times, but he couldn't, if he just lay in this kind of place and was sent to the official mansion, he would definitely die for life.

Eighty percent will be thrown on the street, life and death, and one percent may be "waste" to fill the performance.

As for that life, he didn't dare to gamble, and he didn't dare to give his life to Providence.

"Alas~ It's a pity that I don't have a mouth, otherwise how can I watch a bitter drama without popcorn!" This is the exclamation of the system, of course, Leng Yanqiu can't hear it, otherwise it should be annoyed again.

"Bang"

Grabbed a corner of the mud pile and pulled it hard with all his strength, and the person was "dragged" in.

Then he fainted......

The ghost knows who built this kennel, it's so shallow, Leng Yanqiu hit the wall because he used too much force.

The real-life version of Bang Bang Bang against the wall.

"Fortunately, I don't have a mouth, otherwise I will be assigned to choke to death......"

The system said faintly.

......

......

"Hiss~"

Turning over, gasping, Leng Yanqiu opened his eyes instantly.

As soon as his eyes turned, his clothes were worn out, his knees and chest were all red and swollen, his left and right arms had been wrapped in a layer of white cloth, and the fingers of his right hand were still bare, dripping with blood, and his nails were cracked and bloody.

Look at the bandaging technique again......

It is estimated that the person who helped him treat his wounds has not learned either, but the lines on this cloth are very familiar.

That's not right!

That's my clothes!

Looking at the dim surroundings again, there is a small black shadow at the door, squatting there, his head constantly rising and falling, I don't know what he is doing!

"Hey~"

"You're awake!" the black shadow heard Leng Yanqiu's voice, turned his head, revealed a dirty little face, and then crawled in with his hands and feet.

It's a cute little boy.

"As soon as I came back, I saw you fainting at my house, and you were seriously injured, so I helped you take care of the wounds......"

The child, who was originally very happy to see Leng Yanqiu wake up, said that when he treated Leng Yanqiu's wounds, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he even looked at Leng Yanqiu with some fear.

Although he was just an ignorant little beggar who could not tell how much the dress was worth, judging by the beauty of the dress, it must have been very expensive.

You have to know that the worst finished clothes are worth a hundred dollars.

On weekdays, he stole a two-penny bun from the bun shop, and was chased three streets by the boss, and if he was caught up, he would be beaten half to death.

He had now torn a piece of clothing worth at least 100 cents.

He's not going to kill him, is he?

"Ha~" seemed to see the little boy's thoughts, Leng Yanqiu smiled indifferently, and said: "Little brother saved me! ”

"But... But that's a hundred more than ......."

"That dress is only thirty taels of silver!"

"Thirty taels!" the child exclaimed, "Why is it so expensive!?"

"That's made with Beihai ice silk, of course it's expensive, do you know how difficult this ice silk is?"

The child shook his head and looked at Leng Yanqiu suspiciously, waiting for him to give an answer.

"Ice silkworm spinning silk, only once in three years, and the amount is small and easy to break, this is not the best silk for clothing, but it has the effect of cold protection and warmth, extremely comfortable to wear, and is sought after by nobles. ”

"The aristocracy is not short of money, so it is naturally expensive! Why don't you speak? I was stunned?" Looking at the child with dull eyes in front of him, Leng Yanqiu couldn't help asking.

"Huh?" the child came back to his senses, hurriedly got down, just now it was really embarrassing, and replied, "No! I just didn't expect that clothes can be so expensive!"

"Expensive?" Leng Yanqiu was surprised, "You call this expensive?" Then where did you put those clothes with hundreds of silver patterns or even hundreds of gold?"

"Ahh

The child was silent for a while, and after a while, the child looked at Leng Yanqiu seriously and said, "This dress, when I have money in the future, I will definitely pay you back!"

"Do you want to be later?"

"You... What do you want to do?" the child was frightened by Leng Yanqiu's sudden words and took a step back.

"What are you doing?" Leng Yanqiu Senran smiled, "Thirty taels, you can't afford to pay for it like this, just sell yourself to me, so at least you won't starve to death!"

At first hearing, the child's fists were clenched tightly, and fire was about to burst out in his eyes, and after listening to the second half of the sentence, he let go of his fists, and his eyes were moist.

“... Thank... Xie ......" he choked up and said, he is not a fool, Leng Yanqiu is good for him.

"Cut~" thanked the child, Leng Yanqiu disdained, he had to heal, otherwise with this simple bandage, it would definitely be a dead end in the end.

In this world, everyone is living a difficult life, they will not meddle in things, and they will not care about the life or death of irrelevant people.

There were many beggars like children, but they all died.

It was not a strange thing or a disease that took their lives, it was heaven!

encountered a cold winter, countless beggars were cold to death, and he also built a "home" by himself to survive.

It's a harvest.

If you can't find something to eat, you steal something, you are killed on the spot, or you starve to death after breaking your hands and feet.

Or if you are unlucky, you meet the children of the family, and you have fun watching the dog bite the beggar to death, or torture the beggar for pleasure......

These kinds, in the eyes of their kind, are not as good as those jackals, tigers and leopards! at least they will give them a good ......

Judging from Leng Yanqiu's ability to wear clothes worth dozens of taels of silver, he is definitely either rich or expensive.

Leng Yanqiu sold him an oil bottle that he couldn't carry on his shoulders and couldn't carry his hands, which was a great gift to him!

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, a bright light came, and the child raised his hand to cover his eyes, and after a while, his fingers opened a little, and his eyes opened in vain!

Leng Yanqiu's body was full of divine light, shining in all colors, reflecting the glow of the hut, like a divine object.

"Repair... Immortal cultivator!"

With a low cry, the child hurried out of the hut, and by this time it was already dark, and the colorful hut was particularly conspicuous.

It seems to have become the center of heaven and earth.

The child hurriedly piled up the countless garbage in the alley on the roof, moved pieces of broken tiles, blocked the doorway, and plugged the loopholes.

Seeing that the hut no longer leaked a little light, the child breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground breathing heavily.

When his parents were alive, he once heard his parents say that in the world of cultivating immortals, the weak eat the strong, and murder and treasure hunting often happen.

A man like him, a seriously injured person, was the favorite of almost all monks.

And the boss, who hid in his house in such a panic, must have been hunted down, if he was discovered, he would definitely die, and he would die!

"Wait, will the immortal cultivators be suffocated to death?"

He thought of a very serious problem, then got up and ran out of the alley as fast as he could, looking for the bamboo tube.

After a while he came back and poked the bamboo tube into the hut, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and laughed happily.

Happy times are always short-lived.

After a while, he cried again and wanted to cry without tears, and said to himself, "Where am I sleeping tonight!"