The little boy sniffed and sobbed, "My dad...... Woowoo...... Last year at the construction site...... Fall...... Didn't come back...... Passed away......"

Jian Junxi sighed silently, trying to comfort him

Suddenly, I heard a sound of footsteps behind me, and let out an angry cry: "You stinky monk, you dare to scratch my car?" ”

Jian Junxi and the little boy were stunned at the same time, and when they turned around, they saw a tall and sturdy man.

He glared angrily and walked over with a vicious look, followed by two men who resembled bodyguards.

The little boy was so frightened that he took two steps back, and Jian Junxi lowered his eyes to see that the wire was still in his hand, and a touch of helplessness flashed between his eyebrows.

Slowly stood up, bowed slightly, and said lightly: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

The man didn't say a word, he raised his fist and hit her right cheek, Jian Junxi was already physically exhausted, and he was carrying the black pot for this child, so he didn't hide.

The punch knocked her directly into the pine and cypress on the side of the road, and the dervishes and sticks in her hands fell to the ground, and her dried lips were overflowing with blood, and she was already dying.

"Uncle...... Woo-woo-woo...... "The little boy ran to her crying.

Especially when he saw that her mouth was full of blood, for fear that she would die, he was at a loss, and he was so frightened that he cried even louder.

"It's okay, don't cry......" Jian Junxi comforted weakly, sat up on the muddy ground, and reached out to wipe the blood stains around the corners of his lips.

"You stinky monk, you dare to scratch the labor-management car, do you know how much my car costs? You're looking for death! ”

The man looked at the marks on the car, his eyes breathed fire, and he pointed at Jian Junxi and scolded.

After scolding, she was about to continue to do it, but the little boy stopped in front of her, crying and shouting: "I did it, it's none of this uncle's business!" ”

"You little rabbit, I can't beat you!" The man raised his hand and prepared to hit the little boy.

Seeing this, Jian Junxi immediately stood up, pulled the boy behind him, and said weakly: "Amitabha, you have to go around people and people, he is just a child, please don't blame the donor!" ”

"Kid? Can a child destroy someone else's property? The man scoffed angrily.

Pointing at the boy, he continued to yell, "Do you know how much my car costs?" Even if I sell you two, I can't afford to lose it! ”

"You bullied my mom first!" The boy's right hand clutched Jian Junxi's monk's robe, as if by doing so, he could get some courage from her.

Jian Junxi lowered his eyes and looked at the stubborn little boy, I don't know why? It felt like I had been stung by a wasp in my heart, and it hurt.

She could feel the helplessness and pain in the boy's heart, and she could even describe it as deep understanding......

"Heh......" The man suddenly sneered coldly, clasped his hands to his chest, and said contemptuously on his toes: "I just bullied her, what can you do with me?" ”

"You...... You brute, you can't die well, even if you die, you will go to eighteen layers of hell! The boy blushed with anger and scolded hysterically as he pointed at the man and imitated the adult.

"You little, come on, hit me hard!" The man was furious, and his anger was raging, pointing at the little boy and shouting hysterically.

The two bodyguards looked at each other and rushed over to arrest the little boy.

Jian Junxi stopped in front and persuaded lightly: "These donors, he is just a child, please don't worry about him." ”

"Mala, what are you, dare to stop it, I'll fight you together!"

(End of chapter)