"Get up and take me to see your grandfather." Murong Su walked up to the young man and stood still, looking at him condescendingly, his voice indifferent, and he couldn't hear the slightest hint of compassion.

"You, are you really willing to help my grandfather?" The young man Huo Di raised his head, his eyes were shining at Murong Su, like a drowning man grabbing the last piece of driftwood, his face was full of hope and longing, the burning heat in his eyes couldn't wait to burn on the spot, and his body trembled faintly because of excitement.

"If you don't hurry up, maybe your grandfather won't be able to drag you back." Murong Su frowned, didn't like to repeat, and urged lightly.

"Okay, okay, I'll take you, I'll take you there." As soon as he heard that his grandfather might not be able to hold on, the young man suddenly panicked, and even crawled up from the ground, hungry for a long time, and even had difficulty standing, if it wasn't for Murong Su's support, it is estimated that he fell to the ground again.

"Take this off." Murong Su took out a complement pill and motioned for the young man to swallow it.

The boy didn't say a word, he swallowed it without hesitation, even if it was poison, he admitted it, and finally found someone who was willing to help his grandfather, so he couldn't make him angry.

As soon as I swallowed it, I felt a warm breath spread all the way down my throat, pouring into all parts of my body, and the hunger disappeared instantly, and I felt full of strength.

The young man looked at the white-clothed man in front of him in surprise, with fair skin and handsome facial features, feeling like a guardian sent by heaven, with an aura all over his body.

"Thank you!" The young man spit out two words seriously, lowered his head again and continued to hurry, his eyes were red again, full of emotion filled his heart, he swore that if his grandfather was fine, he was willing to work for him for the rest of his life, as long as he did not dislike himself.

Under the leadership of the young man, Murong Xu came to the most famous slum area in Fengyun City, where the houses were low and broken, the streets were dirty and messy, and people could be seen everywhere dressed in tatters or even without clothes.

Seeing that Murong Su was glamorous and extraordinary, those who were suffering and tired and were pressed by life without dignity came up to beg one by one with bowls, and instantly blocked Murong Su's way.

"Big brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts, this son is here to see my grandfather, please let me, if you delay any longer, my grandfather may not be able to hold on." The young man was anxious, hoping that these neighbors could make way out for the sake of his grandfather's speed, and it was just a matter of being robbed of food on weekdays, at this time, he only hoped to save his grandfather, that's all.

Where are these people willing to listen to him, the Murong Xu in front of them is food for them, as long as he gives a little casually, they can not go hungry, this is more important than anything else, where do they care about the life and death of others?

Murong Xu frowned, dissatisfied with their almost indifferent coldness, these people, numb by the torture of life, did not even have the most basic morality, only cared about themselves, regardless of the life or death of others.

"Get out of the way!" Murong Su scolded, and the compelling aura was suddenly released, and those who were still begging in front of him suddenly felt a coldness, trembling from the heart, and one by one involuntarily dispersed to the side.

The young man looked at this scene, and his worship of Murong Su was like a surging river.

The boy's home was in the innermost part of the slum, the shortest, not so much a house, but a makeshift foothold for a straw hut, and as soon as he entered, he smelled a foul smell, and on the dirty formwork bed, a scrawny old man lay on his back, his face dead and lifeless.

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