Chapter Seventy-Seven: Help Me! [Ask for tickets! 】

Shane suddenly looked out the window and said, "Lord Viscount, that beggar is watching you. ”

Claire looked in the direction of Shane's finger, and sure enough, she saw that the beggar who was lying on the ground and dying, raised his head and looked at him, his eyes were still full of longing for life.

Claire squinted, didn't move, and continued to look at the other person.

And the beggar didn't know if he realized something, and looked at Claire with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, moved his arm forward, and then rubbed the ground in Claire's direction.

"Save ...... Save me! The other party weakly cried out for help.

Claire still didn't move too much, still staring at each other, as if she was examining something.

The beggar staggered to support his body with his hands on the ground, and then Claire realized that the other party's hands and feet had been broken with a knife, and the wound on his wrist had not even healed, and there were faint wounds on the tattered clothes.

Shane's eyes flickered a few times and he looked at Claire, but the other party still didn't react much.

Slowly, the beggar used his two weak arms to prop himself up, but the lower half of his body still fell to his knees, but after completing the operation, a glimmer of hope finally appeared on his face, and he continued to move in the direction of Claire.

The statement was vague: "Help... I..., I don't want to die yet. ”

Claire raised an eyebrow, he had just seen the desire for life in the other person's eyes, the feeling was like seeing the thirst for oxygen of a drowning person, it was shocking, but it also touched Claire's heart.

"Maybe this is someone who can do things," Claire muttered to herself.

The beggar got up and sped up a lot faster, slowly moving from across the road towards Claire's side.

But before he could reach a meter, his body fell down again, he was about to die, his body couldn't bear it anymore, and the body had exhausted most of his strength just now.

But after the fall, the other party did not accept his fate, but moved his head like a worm and squirmed in the direction of Claire.

Claire's eyes flickered with appreciation.

"Hah! Ha! The other man's mouth was panting, but his body still did not stop, and finally moved to the middle of the road, and there was a bloody blood stain behind him.

"Click!" The other party's body suddenly stopped, and his head fell to the ground all of a sudden, and at this moment he suddenly lost control of his body, and he couldn't even crawl forward with a squirming.

Then came a choked cry, "Woo woo." ”

At this time, he didn't even have the strength to look at Claire with a straight face, he could only let his face face face to the ground, tears couldn't stop flowing out, he didn't know why he cried at this time, he didn't cry when those gang members used knives to cut off his hand warp before, and he didn't cry when he knew that he couldn't survive tonight and would die, but it was at this time that he cried.

His whole body collapsed on the ground as if he was paralyzed, unable to move at all, except for a whimpering cry: "Please, help me!" Even if you're a demon...... I will also be loyal to you. ”

Claire suddenly smiled, looked at Shane and asked, "Help?" ”

Sean was stunned, he didn't expect Claire to suddenly ask himself this question, and hesitated, "Save?" ”

"Okay, save!"

Then Claire turned over and got out of the car, walked in front of the other party, and when she saw Claire coming over, Ciri was relieved and her consciousness gradually blurred.

……

Cillian was not a native of his country, but had fled from another country, and along the way his own family had died, and he was the only one who survived, when he was only eleven years old.

At the age of eleven, he was coaxed into the royal capital and sold to those underground gangs, the name of which was called the Razor Society, and he was good at cutting open the pockets of the rich with a razor and stealing money from them.

At first, Cillian was reluctant to learn, but then he was constantly whipped, and after a few days of hunger, he learned very quickly, and soon became famous in the gang, but this kind of fame is not a good thing, they are always the lowest, and they are not even members of the gang in the Razor Society.

Every day, all the money stolen will be offered, and then exchanged for a full day's food.

Some people tried to escape, but they were all captured, cut their throats with razors in front of them, and died in front of them, so from that moment on, Cillian was left with a shadow in his heart, and he was especially afraid of death.

In this way, five years later, Cillian also became a sixteen-year-old boy, and one day he went out to steal as usual, and he set his sights on a beautifully dressed aristocratic girl, Cillian was good-looking, and he was very pleasing to others, and he was even easier to get by virtue of this face that was easy to make people feel good.

If they were dressed sloppily, people would avoid them, so the Razor Society would prepare decent clothes for them, and after Cillian tidied up his clothes, he accosted the noble girl and chatted a few words, and the other party covered his mouth and laughed, and just as he was about to take this opportunity to steal, a young man who looked like an aristocrat suddenly came out and kicked him out.

"You dare to touch my woman!"

The man shouted and picked up the thing in his hand and threw it at Cillian, constantly kicking and hitting him all over the body, Cillian didn't dare to resist, he could only dodge and try to escape from this place, and finally was hit in the thigh by the other party with a big stick, and he successfully escaped, in the ridicule of the other party.

Wounded, Cillian returned to the gang, and because he didn't steal the money that day, he was beaten badly, and he didn't think that he was the one who stole the most money before.

Cillian was injured in the thigh, and he couldn't steal a penny for the next few days, and the gang didn't give him any food in those days, so he could only lie outside the bakery and look at the bread inside, enduring hunger and waiting for his leg injury to recover.

It was at this moment that a young lady handed herself a piece of bread, and Cilian took it and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, you are such a kind person." ”

Cillian took the cheapest piece of black bread, his heart was full of excitement, after gobbling up a few bites, he glanced up, the people who came out of the bakery were holding fragrant white bread, Cillian suddenly stopped chewing, not that he felt that the black bread in his hand was not fragrant, but a thought suddenly popped into his brain: I shouldn't be like this in my life, right......

He worked hard to steal money before just to really join the gang, but the whips he received also made him understand that the members of those gangs just used him as a tool to make money, and there were many tools like him.

From that day on, he would secretly take out a small part of the money he had invested and hide it in a hidden place, which was his hope, and the hope of escaping the razor would take control of it and get a new life.

Three years later, he went to hide the money as usual, but in that hidden corner he found a gang member who was happy with the young lady of the prostitution house.

When he was found, he did not die, but became a negative example of the other teenagers, who were hung up and whipped with salt water, and when his hands and feet were broken, and tortured for three or four days without being human, he was thrown into this alley and began the next stage of exploitation.

But Cillian knew that he would not survive this day, his blood kept flowing out, and his body was getting weaker and weaker.

At the beginning, he could barely make some movements, but the only thing he could move behind was his head, and Cillian, who felt the passage of his life, just wanted to see the world one last time, a world that was not so friendly to him.

But it was a casual glance, and I saw Claire looking at him at the door of the restaurant, although Claire gave him a strange feeling, but he didn't care, just a glance, what is the use of being strange, Claire also walked into the restaurant and started to talk about business with Sophia.

Then he felt sleepy, his eyelids could not be lifted, and his head was lying on the ground.

It was at this time that Claire and Sophia came out, and although he couldn't hear what was said, it also woke him up when he was about to die.

Reluctantly raising his head, Cillian saw Claire in the carriage, and the thought flashed through his mind, "Am I going to die like this in my life?" ”

Death, what a frightening term, he had seen the lives of his former companions pass before him.

I don't want to die yet! I still want to live, and my life shouldn't end like this!

The fear of death made Cillian burst out with hope of life, he looked at Claire, although he didn't know why, his body just moved towards him, he had a feeling that this person could save himself, and only he was willing to save himself!

There is nothing wrong with the strange feeling I had before, it was my own opportunity!

"Help Me ......"

Cillian's body seemed to have been beaten with a strong heart, and kept moving towards Claire, but Claire never looked at him, but he still didn't give up, and kept moving his mutilated body in that direction, which was the hope of life!

Until he heard the words: "Lord Viscount, that beggar is watching you." ”