In the gloomy sky, with a light rain, an old beggar with a ragged shirt and a sloppy face, holding two rain-soaked steamed buns in his hands, trembled into a dilapidated City God Temple.

The temple is full of dust, the corners are covered with cobwebs, and it seems that it has been abandoned for a long time, and in front of the statue is a young man with a yellow face and thin muscle, lying on straw and pretending to sleep.

The old beggar walked over and kicked him twice, and asked tentatively, "Hey, is the stinky boy dead?" ”

The young man moved, opened his eyes weakly, glanced at the old beggar in a daze, and his gaze lingered on the steamed bun in his hand......

Chapter 125 of "This Jianghu is a Real Dog": The Last Human Emperor is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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