Satsuki only thought about how to make others happy and happy, but she forgot one problem, a person who is extremely hungry can't eat too greasy food, otherwise the food will stick to the wall of his intestines and cannot be digested. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is not a problem, but for a beggar, eating is not about whether it is good or not, but about whether it can be eaten and how quickly it can be satisfied.

Hunger often determines how quickly a person eats, it does not determine how slow a person eats, but it can determine how fast a person can eat.

The beggar snatched the roast chicken from Xiao Yue's hand, tore off the oily paper on it and began to eat it, his black fingers tearing at the roast chicken, as if a man who had been holding back for a long time was almost crazy about his target.

The same desire, the same impatience, the same primitive instinct. However, the difference is that hunger can only be solved by eating, and when the sperm worm is in the brain, you can choose other ways-

For example, if you calm down and read the book about Wang Xuan, you will feel that the soul is redeeming and the mind is jumping and dancing. Those words of understatement can bring out the most latent energy in your body, making you strong and fearless.

(Forgive me for being cheeky, but I'm not going to change that.) ）

Xiao Yue looked at all this, she was in a good mood, today she helped a person in need, and the little loneliness in her heart became insignificant because of this moment, and she felt more fulfilled than ever.

Indeed, helping others is a very joyful thing, and it is easier and less burdensome than being helped by others.

She watched the beggar cough violently because he had eaten too quickly, and immediately opened the lid of the small jar of wine. A strong smell choked her almost tears, but she held back, wiped her eyes with her hand, and passed the wine over.

But he was knocked over by the beggar with a wave of his hand, and he grabbed his throat tightly with both hands, and his cough became more and more violent, and all eyes around him were gathered. What kind of gaze is that, there are curious, there are lively, there are joyful, there are indifferent, as long as you can think of it, almost everything. The reason why I say almost, it is because there is only one thing that so many eyes are absolutely absent, and that is sympathy.

With the sound of the jar shattering on the earth, the beggar rolled on the ground, his eyes turned blood-red from lack of oxygen, and the green tendons in his throat were like huge earthworms about to break through the ground.

Xiao Yue was so anxious that she cried, she got up and pulled the corner of the clothes of a person who was watching, crying and anxious: "Sister, save him! He looks so painful!" The woman who was called Sister was shocked, but the corners of her mouth suddenly bent up, and kicked out with one foot, kicking Xiao Yue's delicate body far away, and began to appreciate the beggar's struggle before he died.

For everyone, this is a play, a wonderful play, and they can always find pleasure and a sense of accomplishment in people who are lower and more miserable than them.

There was a sharp pain in her abdomen, she hadn't practiced any kung fu after all, and this kick kicked her back tears. Blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, and she finally fainted.

At this time, the beggar who was rolling all over the ground stopped struggling as if he were in a daze, and slammed his fist into his chest, and a clear dent mark appeared.

His eyes began to darken, and soon turned to the lightest gray, the deepest black.

No one knew why he did it, and no one cared about him doing it. The crowd of onlookers returned to their places, their faces more or less with a little death, they don't like to watch people die, they like to see people in pain, they like to watch people struggle.

Satsuki's figure rolling down in the dust was unnoticed, she seemed to be a part of this street, under a corner of the temple, she was so low, so inconspicuous.

A muffled thunder sounded, the sun hid from the dark clouds, and it rained heavily in the sky, but unfortunately the rain was also gray, and it could not wash away the dirt, but made the city even more dirty.

The dust was flying, not the dust splashed by the rain, but a group of government officials rushed over, and they heard reports that people were killing people on the streets.

The city lord is not in charge of the criminal law of the Chosen City, but manages the law and order among the cultivators, and what falls on the heads of the people is the holy place and the official government that hangs high in the city.

The report had been made two quarters of an hour earlier, but the officials had set off a quarter of an hour late. This is their practice, never doing what they can't do, never mourning what has happened, and more importantly, squeezing the most oil and water out of those who can be squeezed.

Xiao Yue was imprisoned like this and was taken away by the government.

Her clothes were still wet, and she had caught a cold after the rain and her petite body shivered on the haystack and in the oppressive stench of the cell. There was also the sound of rats around, which was an animal that she and Wang Xuan were afraid of, but now she was the only one who faced it alone.

Her brain was heavy, and she had been marked with handprints in a daze.

He seemed to hear someone arguing for him, a roar of rage that seemed to knock the prison down, but at last the man's tone softened, he begged, he flattered himself with something he had never said before.

Xiao Yue still remembers the man who sheltered him from the wind and rain, the man who became warm as water whenever he saw her, the man she could rely on for the rest of her life, the man she was closest to.

Her heart seemed to be broken, tears of grief and indignation overflowed from the corners of her eyes, she couldn't bear the words that pierced her heart, but now she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.

She, after all, is too weak.

In a daze, she seemed to change her clothes and slept in a warm bed, a pair of rough and powerful hands gently touching her cheeks. A sigh came, and a hot, muddy tear fell on her hand.

Her heart hurts, she is helpless, but she blames herself even more-

She killed an innocent beggar.

Without the desire to live, the illness will naturally not be cured, she had a high fever for three days and two nights, and her face was so pale that it was heartbreaking.

On the night of the third day, the Lord's Mansion, the Great Hall.

Shangguan Shanyue's face was gloomy as water, his only son was unconscious, and his most precious daughter was also seriously ill.

The years seemed to climb up his cheeks in an instant, the wrinkles on his face deepened, the temples were stained white, and he looked like he was fifty years old before he reached his thirties.

A rush of footsteps sounded from outside the door, and it seemed that the person who came must have something very important, but Shangguan Shanyue still did not move, as if he had already settled down, and everything in the outside world could not enter his senses.

Zhang Daring's fat body was covered with sweat, he didn't take a steady step, he happened to be tripped by the gate gate, and his body rolled up on the ground, until he reached the feet of Shangguan Shanyue, which made Xiaoguan Shanyue notice him.

"You, what's the matter?" Shangguan Shanyue's voice was dim, as if he had been drained of all his strength.