Seeing that the food he had worked so hard to squat for all night actually fell into someone else's mouth, the young man's brows furrowed deeply.

The woman with a scar on her face said in her heart that it was not good!

Those who are familiar with this kid's temperament know that although he was born thin and weak, he looks weak.

But the guy was angry, and the strong ruffians were afraid of the fierceness in him.

And snatching food from his mouth is undoubtedly the most capable of making him angry and crazy.

But what kind of person is this black-clothed young man in front of her, the wind and snow in the sky can turn into a murderous blade in her hand! Summoning the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder at will, she can kill fourteen people in an instant in one breath.

No matter how fierce this kid is, where is the opponent of someone's fingers.

The woman with the scar on her face remembered that this kid was kind to him on weekdays, and she also treated this kid as her own relatives, where could she take care of so much.

hurriedly rushed out and hugged him tightly, and kept whispering comfortingly: "Dumb don't be angry...... Dumb children are not angry...... Sister still has buns here, for you to eat, sister is not hungry. ”

But when she hugged the boy, she found that the boy's muscled body, which was usually full of life, was not moving at the moment.

Although his brows were deeply furrowed, there was no heavy anger in his black jade eyes that no food had been taken away, and he just stared quietly at the black-clothed young man sitting in the snow.

Wu Ying took a bite of the bun in her hand and didn't eat any more, she noticed the young man's gaze, and her dark eyes were dark and dangerous: "What are you looking at me for?"

The young man did not answer her words.

One is because he can't speak.

The second is that the cold and quiet here is interrupted by the sound of words coming from outside the old alley.

"His grandmother's! The lord asks us to come to the slums once a month, and I want to vomit when I see those dirty, smelly yellow-skinned women!"

The sound of the rubbing of the armor was accompanied by the sound of the rude man's words, obviously speaking from a small soldier guarding the Imperial City.

The other person sneered: "This can't be helped, who told us to leave the north from the big country, the country is strong and there are few people, only by constantly reproducing heirs and giving birth to strong sons can we extend the country's fortunes."

The mother-in-law in the family was crying with grass every night, but her ability was really limited, and she could only lay an egg a year. I don't know if this egg is good or bad, and it's still unknown whether it can withstand the power of the Holy Seed like Lao Tzu.

There are really no problems, there are only a few women in the city, and those superb ones are warmed on the beds of high-ranking officials and nobles, so we can only come to this shabby place to see if we can dig out a few pieces of garbage that can be seen. ”

"Okay, okay, it's freezing this day, it's early. ”

In a few words, two soldiers in Beili armor had already walked into the alley.

The impatient gaze looked at everyone as if it were some kind of filthy garbage, and they all felt disgusted.

Finally, the eyes of the two fell on the woman with the scar on her face at the same time, and said softly: "This woman is in good shape, her eyebrows and eyes look quite young, although there are scars on her face, but it is the same when she covers her head." ”

The body of the woman holding the young man trembled violently, and her eyes showed a sad look.

In the northern departure of the imperial city, the young women who have nothing to rely on are extremely miserable.

She was exiled to the slums' kiln, so as not to fall into the crotch of the filthy men, so she ruthlessly slashed her cheek with a sharp stone smeared with poisonous weeds.

Most of their faces are scarred, this group of crazy people

People still refuse to let go of themselves.

And the calm teenager in the woman's arms finally ...... The muscles of his body are tensed, like an unyielding iron buried in the cold snow.

The black jade-like eyes flashed with a wolf-like vicious gaze.

The military boots crushed the deep snow, and one of the men with thick eyebrows and big eyes and fierce eyes saw the young man in the woman's arms, and sighed impatiently: "Where did you come from, dirty cub!"

The other man also looked at him with disgust, covering his nose as if there was a foul smell coming from them:

"This woman shouldn't have gotten involved with this dirty cub a long time ago, it's disgusting to see the pain in her calf's flesh!"

The woman with the scar on her face turned pale and bit her lip stubbornly, knowing what was about to happen next, the fear in her heart began to spread irrepressibly, and her body trembled.

But no matter how frightened and desperate she was, she also knew that a woman like her, whose life was like mud, could not be redeemed.

She smiled reluctantly, stuffed the bun in her hand into the young man's arms, and said with an indescribable gentle sorrow: "This bun, you should eat it, only when you are full will you have the strength to find new food and live well." ”

Perhaps it was because the woman spoke at this moment, and even she didn't notice that the warm gaze she inadvertently revealed made the two sergeant men on the other side breathe a little heavier.

One of the men immediately cursed and stretched out a big hand in a rage.

He pulled the speechless boy out of the woman's arms and threw him to the ground like a rag.

Ignoring everyone, he slapped the woman until her lips and teeth bleed, pressed her to the ground and began to untie her belt.

The people in the other slums, although they couldn't bear it, had already happened here countless times.

There are even some women who have been abused and humiliated for a long time, and their eyes are full of pleasure with hatred and distortion.

Living in this human purgatory, some people can still maintain that touch of humanity, and some people ...... It's long gone.

The other sergeant whistled lightly: "I said hurry up, this woman here can still be seen, don't let my brother play badly." ”

The man grinned, and the smile fell into the eyes of the woman below him, almost like a bloody beast:

"Don't worry, when the time comes, let's see who this woman's cub is more like, ahaha!!"

"Let go of my !!" The woman's courage also burst out out of nowhere, like a fish struggling to die, struggling to resist the aggression of men.

Most of the men in the imperial city in Beili didn't have the heart to pity the jade, their faces were ruthless, and they were very impatient to choke the woman's throat, and said with strong teeth: "Don't move!"

For the absurd scene in front of her, Wu Ying's blood-colored eyes were unwavering, as if any suffering in this world could not enter her heart.

She was playing with the chicken bun with a small bite in her palm, which had long since lost its temperature, and the tempting and rich gravy inside had solidified into frost in the cold wind.

In the midst of the woman's heart-rending scream, another abrupt swallowing sound sounded in the wind and snow.

The man watching from the sidelines stopped whistling and watched mockingly as the man frantically swallowed the meat bun in his hand, his cheeks bulging high.

Turning a blind eye to the tragic situation of the woman who was being abused on the side, she just focused on nibbling on the food in her hand.

Like a hungry dog in the snow, it looks like it is hungry, swallowing desperately, regardless of whether the food in its mouth is chewed or not, and when it chokes, it beats its throat twice to pass the food down.

It's as if you are slow to eat for a moment, and the precious bun in your hand is about to be snatched away.

Until the small bun was stuffed into him and swallowed in two bites, it was only a few breaths.

At the end, I didn't forget to lick the cold meat juice between them like a dog, and then calmly watched everything that happened in front of me.

The man watching was immediately happy: "Where did this strange thing come from, and you can still eat steamed buns at this time?"

The young man's eyes moved slightly, his head turned sideways, and his black jade eyes were dark and he didn't know where to look.

In fact...... This bun is not very tasty, it is a little bitter and astringent when it is cold.

But he had to be fed.

Because you have enough to eat, you have strength.

The man seemed to be a little bored, teasing the boy with malice, and said with a smile: "Hey, bitch, where are you looking, the woman holding you is going to cry to death." ”

Wu Ying knew where he was looking, looking at the bun in his hand.

He smiled coldly: "Don't give it." ”

But the young man didn't want it at all, he thought to himself, this man has eaten his own things, and it shouldn't be too much to borrow his things for himself, right?

Wu Ying is so wicked, even though the young man didn't say a word, but with the thought in his heart, he understood the crazy emotions in his eyes.

She hooked the corner of her lips, and her eyes were silent: "Murderers, you must be ready to be killed." ”

The boy shook his head, signaling that he was not afraid of death.

Wu Ying lazily lifted her eyes, and the bun in her hand that she only took a bite of was thrown to the ground by her at will, and she held her cheeks and smiled coldly.

"That gun, you can't touch it. ”

The boy was silent for a moment, then shook his head again.

He felt that as long as he stretched out his hand and tried his best to touch it, even if the thing he wanted to touch was in the sea of fire or in the glacier, it would not be untouchable.

The sergeant man sneered, and his eyes suddenly lit up when he fell on Wu Ying.

He had never seen such a handsome teenager.

Suddenly, his mind smoothed down, touched his chin and smiled coldly, his huge fist clenched, and said with a smile:

"Dude is impatient, he actually missed such a high-quality goods, although it is a pity that he can't give birth to cubs with a pair of men's skins, but he is happy for a day and a night, and he will not make money!"

The man's eyes had long been replaced by fiery desire, and he didn't care that the thin boy who couldn't speak, which he originally paid attention to, had walked step by step to the 'evil spirit'.

For that man's ridiculous and vulgar desires, Wu Ying didn't even bother to owe one, and looked at the young man with interest.

Between the hearts and mouths, the negative emotions of killing that had been suppressed were actually slightly loosened at this moment.

I want to see how the young man's hands exploded and blackened in the evil thunder.

Looking at Wu Ying, who was still sitting quietly in the snow without escaping, the man quickened his pace, and the impatient tiger pounced.

The young man's eyes were cold, and without the slightest hesitation, his palms, which were broken and bruised, full of cracks and scratches, came to the rough and brutal cold steel gun body.

Hold it tight!

Thunder and thunderbolt flashed.

The sharp numbness in his palm made the boy frown uncomfortably.

But those eyes were extremely bright, and his heart became more and more convinced that this gun could help kill whoever he wanted to kill.

Gritting his cheeks, the muscles between his arms tensed into extremely sharp lines like knife carvings.

An astonishing scene happened.