Before the owner of the steamed bun shop could react, he felt a cold wind blowing, and the steamed buns on the ground were gone.

He was stunned to see that it was the little beggar, who was running faster than a rabbit, and shook his head, and did not look any further.

The bun in Miao Hua's hand was still hot, and he ran a distance before he was tired, panting and turning his head to look, no one caught up.

The bun in his hand exuded heat and fragrance, and there were black marks on his hand, which made the bun that was not very clean black.

But Miao Hua didn't have the slightest dislike now, because he was so hungry, after all, this body was only a five or six-year-old child, and it was difficult to survive in this poor village at such an age.

Eating in small bites, Miao Hua had to admit that in this case, this bun was extremely delicious.

Halfway through eating, Miao Hua suddenly heard the sound of animal jets.

Slowly looking up, it was a wild dog, also staring at the meat bun in his hand.

Miao Hua swallowed it in one bite without saying a word, but almost choked to death because he ate too quickly, and grabbed a handful of clean snow and stuffed it into his mouth, which let the bun stuck in his throat go down.

The wild dog grinned and circled around him, and Miao Hua's face was flat until the wild dog left.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the snow is getting heavier and heavier, Miao Hua was really hungry at one time, and when he came back to his senses, he was carrying a hot bun in his hand, and the boss behind him was chasing him with a wooden stick.

No matter what, he has always been five or six years old, how can he outrun a middle-aged man?

It didn't take much to get caught before he was caught, and then he was grabbed and beaten, but no matter what, the boy carefully protected the bun in his hand, even if he was beaten all over his body.

The boss of the bun shop is also angry, he started to be very heavy, and he was too lazy to fight later, and he couldn't get a heavy hand, and the child was too young, so he made a show and left after two hits.

Miao Hua still hid in a small corner and finished eating, and then ate a little snow, he was covered in dirt to death, and there was a smell of rancidity, and almost no one wanted to approach him.

The snow had no intention of stopping, there were several holes in the ruined temple, the continuous snow turned into water, and the twine fell densely and mercilessly into the house, wetting the entire poor hut, the air was full of cold, and almost a layer of frost could form on Miao Hua's eyebrows.

At this time, Miao Hua knew that if he continued like this, one day the child's body would not be able to bear it.

Dressed in shabby cloth, Miao Hua walked out of the ruined temple and came to the village, where every house was lit with candles, and there might be a carbon fire in it.

Miao Hua didn't know where he was going, anyway, he felt that he couldn't stop, otherwise he would freeze to death.

The sky was already slightly bright, Miao Hua was so cold that his nose was sore and his head hurt, his feet were like two pieces of ice, and he was also sore.

The wind was blowing like knives, the snow was flying all over the sky, and the wind was whining, and the streets were empty today, probably because the snow was so heavy.

There was no temperature on his body, and his eyes began to darken, maybe he was hungry or frozen.

Today is really unlucky.

If you don't eat, you can't resist for half a day.

After walking into a small alley, he finally lost his strength, this direction was not a vent, the cold wind was not very strong, the boy was curled up, his eyelashes were stained with snow, and his eyebrows had been frozen into frost.

The tattered cloth on his body was also covered with snow, his body was getting colder and colder, and his eyelids were closing uncontrollably, as if he would die here in a few more breaths.

But Miao Hua's mind was still unusually calm.

In this white expanse, Miao Hua seemed to hear the sound of footsteps falling on the snow, squeaking.

The footsteps were vain, light and heavy, and he should be a lame.

"Are you alright, little one?"

The sound of breaking through the snow seems to have some smell of snow, which is cool and refreshing, but it sounds too weak.

But it was this voice that made Miao Hua stunned for an instant.

The voice...... Is it Wen Xien?

How could this person be here?

Without waiting for Miao Hua to think about it, the cloth on his body was torn off, and then a warmer cloak was put on, he was now a child, and his body was small, and this cloak almost covered his whole body in it.

There is also temperature and a hint of fragrance on top.

Then his body was light, and he was directly hugged by someone.

This cloak obscured his vision, and Miao Hua's hands and feet were already frozen, and he had no strength at all.

Until the corner covering his face was lifted, Miao Hua also saw Wen Xien's appearance at this time.

Wen Xien's appearance at this time is really not good.

The black hair was tied up with a simple white strip, and the cotton clothes on the body were also thin, and it could be seen that there was not much cotton wool in it at all, and there were even a few holes in the rough fabric, outlining some lines.

That is, the cloak on his body is thicker.

He didn't see Wen Xien's face, only the slender neck and graceful chin.

The exposed skin was almost as white as snow.

It is sickly pale, and you can clearly see the blue blood vessels under the thin skin.

Miao Hua didn't expect to have anything to do with Wen Xien, and he couldn't get back to his senses for a while.

In fact, in his memory, there are almost few memories of Wen Xien, when he accepted her as an apprentice, it was just because of fate, he knew that this Wen Xien was hard and diligent, and he had always been a very calm and sensible apprentice in his memory, which also made him worry-free.

Just like an ordinary background version, Miao Hua never pays attention to it, he is indeed not a competent master, which is undeniable.

So after knowing that Wen Xien colluded with the Demon Sect, Miao Hua didn't think about her life, but just destroyed her cultivation, expelled her from the cultivation realm, and went to the mortal world to live an ordinary life.

But in fact, this matter did not make waves in his heart, more in fact, it was not about himself, and he thought that Wen Xien had a way to live.

Generally, disciples who collude with the Demon Sect are burned on the Heavenly Pillars for forty-six days, and then destroy their elixirs, pull out their muscles and bones, and finally be imprisoned in an iron prison, and they are not allowed to be reborn.

So Wen Xien should be considered light in comparison.

It's just that Wen Xien doesn't seem to be doing very well, which makes his mood extremely complicated.

And judging from the severity of Wen Xien's steps, he can conclude that Wen Xien is a cripple.

The padded clothes on her own body did not have the function of keeping out the cold at all, and now she was holding a child, even if it was not heavy, it was still a little difficult for a weak lameness.

Ticket ticket ~

(End of chapter)