The rain is in a line, connecting the heavens and the earth. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The notes reverberating on the bluestone slab are also a rare rhythmic movement of nature, but the pedestrians around them will not deliberately stop and stay, but will only drift away.

Because they don't want their shoes to get too much dirt, and they don't want their neat clothes to be soaked by the relentless wind and rain.

This wind and rain is indeed unforgiving.

The grass and trees were blown off, and the bricks and tiles were overturned.

The people in the neighborhood are not necessarily merciful.

Most of them only care about whether they can find a suitable shelter from the rain as soon as possible, and they don't care about others.

So that people with umbrellas are strolling leisurely, and people without umbrellas are using the fastest speed in their lives, flying like sharp arrows in the wind and rain, occasionally guessing muddy potholes, they can also adjust themselves flexibly and calmly, not letting themselves lose their center of gravity, but the strength of their feet will not be dissipated by the adjustment of posture.

The splash will still stir.

The mud will still splash.

The person who stepped on it first was often cleaner than other pedestrians in the vicinity who had not yet reacted.

Especially when he was extremely fast, and the people around him happened to be extremely thin.

Too many coincidences mixed together are either extremely good or extremely bad.

This little girl, who walks alone in the wind and rain, wears a pair of tattered cloth shoes, has messy hair, has a gloomy expression, and even her underwear is covered with sewing marks undoubtedly belongs to the latter.

She had neither an umbrella nor a companion.

The already lonely and thin figure is undoubtedly even more depressed after the wind and rain.

But so far no one has paid attention to her bleakness.

The person who splashed her in mud didn't say sorry, glanced at it indifferently and ran away quickly.

Those "nobles" who were richly dressed and had equally good-looking umbrellas in their hands also did not waste much time on her.

The rain came fast, and they went faster.

But in the time of a stick of incense, on the huge street, even those leisurely figures could not be seen.

It also has something to do with her walking too slowly.

But how fast can a person who has not even gotten better from the frostbite that was born in the cold winter last year?

It's a great blessing that she's still alive and she's still walking.

But compared to the series of unfortunate things that happened to her, the luck in this misfortune is really insignificant.

Grunt.

The rain is falling, the wind is howling.

Her stomach was also growling.

However, as things stand, it's hard for her to fill her belly.

Because she didn't even have a copper left on her.

The normal way can't be done, and it doesn't work to emulate the bullies' forcible grabbing.

Because she was not a monk, she was just an ordinary mortal, and there was no powerful power hidden in her thin body that did not match her size.

Even if she had, she probably didn't know how to use it.

People who have been bullied for a long time suddenly rise up and resist, which seems to be just an overnight thing, but in fact it takes a long time.

The process of transforming servility into blood.

She is special, although there is a lot of dark side to the world in her eyes, but she does not know the concept of slave.

But he may not have felt the warmth of blood for a long time.

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People who have been hungry for a long time always have a perception of food that ordinary people can't match.

So even though she had never been to this city before and was very unfamiliar with the people and things here, she still managed to overcome the wind and rain and came to the door of a steamed bun shop.

She didn't need to get too close.

Because the hot aroma was enough to stimulate her taste buds and seduce her soul in an instant.

She couldn't get too close, either.

Because the owner of the steamed bun shop almost always maintains a surprisingly consistent attitude towards her, and the methods are also very similar, either verbally abusive or driven away.

Of course, there are also both.

Changing the boss's prefix to something else didn't help, she had gone through too much of the world along the way.

At such a young age, it is not yet possible to accurately describe what happened to her in words.

But if someone who is a good listener is willing to spend a little time for her, no matter how obscure her words are, they can easily hear the bitterness and hatred hidden in her heart.

So even though she was so hungry that her legs were getting weak, she had to watch from afar, and she had to leave before the people at the bun shop found out.

It's just because she doesn't want to hear that kind of abuse anymore, and she is driven away like that.

Before I knew it, I had seen it for a long time.

She finally forced herself to regain her spirits, and continued to walk, walking towards the corner of the alleyway ahead, where there was a small and small eaves that provided shelter for her without relatives and no reason.

Heaven is not beautiful.

"Drive!"

The sound of horses' hooves and shouts suddenly rang out, piercing through the rain curtain and penetrating her heart.

It was by far the most powerful sound she had ever heard, so much so that her thin body subconsciously curled up in one place, fell backwards, and sat down in the mud and rain.

Suddenly frightened, her vision began to blur, but her consciousness was more awake than ever.

By the sound of the voices, she knew that it was not a horse, but a whole carriage.

She was once envious of those who sat comfortably in the carriage, and at one time thought that the sound of the wheels of the carriage and the trotting hooves of the horses was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.

Now she doesn't think that way anymore.

If there is a future, she will not have that kind of misconception again.

She would only think that it was a magic sound from hell that would inspire people to fear death!

Now she was so frightened that she wanted to scream, but she couldn't get the words out of her mouth, as if her throat was stuck in something, and even her vocal cords began to become hoarse.

The yellow-faced man, who was dressed in a brocade costume and was driving a carriageman, noticed her, but he did not mean to change his course or stop there, but raised his whip high and slapped it the horse's tail.

When the car was running like a galloping wind, he shouted, "Get out!"

The sound was like thunder, so that she didn't have the strength to get up and run elsewhere immediately.

The yellow-faced man saw this scene but still did not relent, but opened a cruel arc like a knife mark from the corner of his mouth, and said with a cruel smile: "Such a storm, others can't hide, you yellow-haired girl still dares to run around in the rain, like a dog who doesn't know what to do, in the middle of the road, since this is the case, then don't blame grandpa for not being emotional!"

When the laughter fell, he spurred his horse again, and the speed of the carriage increased again, like a sharp arrow chasing the wind, and in an instant it was about to crush the unlucky little girl into a puddle of flesh.

But at this moment, a sword came from the west, falling from the sky, like a meteorite falling, impartially, directly cutting the yellow-faced man and the carriage under his seat.

The person in the car was obviously also cultivated, and although he suddenly changed color after noticing it, the speed of his spiritual power was not slow at all, and he immediately blasted out with his palms upward, overturned the roof of the carriage, and flew straight out.

But the yellow-faced man and the carriage obviously did not have such a quick reaction ability, and before they could exclaim, they were cut in half by the sword light, and the blood and water mixed with the rain splashed out, and the people who drank and had fun in the surrounding pavilions no longer had appetite, and those who did not adhere to the theorem vomited on the spot.

"Dare to openly kill people in the unprovoked city, Your Excellency's courage must be too great!"

Originally, the person in the car was a beautiful woman with good looks and figure, and she spoke out angrily at this moment, which was also based on her charm.

But the person who came was not moved by this charm at all, and did not show up after the sword was handed out, but only sneered in the depths of the void: "Take me another sword, if you don't die, I will give you a chance to reason with me." ”

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