The mob has no reason at all, it is not looked like it is made by Shenghai, they dare not sleep too deeply at night, the grain is scraped, some people have already fled with their covers, and the rest are either poor or drag their families and can't escape.

The streets are full of frozen and starving people.

That's it, doesn't the Dongguo royal family care?

The man took out the silver ticket bag from his cuff and threw it at the feet of the mob, "The silver is all for you, let her go." ”

One of the mobs opened the bag to make sure it was a silver ticket and nodded at the man who threatened Helan.

But the mob said, "I see that you are so well dressed, you look like you are from the capital, you sent us in!" ”

The man's eyes were as deep as blood, "Inch by inch." ”

"Whoosh"

The sound of something cutting through the air.

After that, He Lan didn't have time to react, only heard a howl in his ear, like killing a pig, terrible and terrifying.

Helan turned her head sideways, and the mob that had just been held a knife against her had fallen to the ground, and one hand had been severed alive.

Stunned, a big hand grabbed her wrist and walked forward, oblivious to the situation behind her.

"That'...... That's your people, you ......," she asked hesitantly.

The man let go of her indifferently, "Why don't you know, when did your compassion flood like this?" ”

He Lan was stunned, "You seem to know me very well?" ”

He was cold, "Aren't all wolves a virtue?" ”

The people around were silent, watching this scene, no one dared to step forward.

This time, it also completely dispelled other mobs with different intentions.

"Eighty percent of that man is useless." Heran glanced at the mob rolling in place behind him.

"Other people's lives have nothing to do with Lao Tzu."

She subconsciously asked, "What about me?" ”

Why did you save me just now?

The man's idiot glance at her, "You're not human. ”

“……”

Oh, it's a wolf.

She knows.

The man stopped suddenly, bent down and picked up a worn-out knife, the slender tip of which slowly pointed at a circle of nearby mob refugees.

He smiled cruelly and gloomily, and said fiercely: "This time it's like this first, you can only live if you are honest, and then beat her idea, Lao Tzu will kill you alive." ”

To deal with such people, it is necessary to counter violence with violence, and it is useless to repay grievances with virtue.

One or two are good to say, there are thousands of refugees, most of them kill each other because they want to live, not to mention dealing with people like them who have not suffered, they are naturally very angry.

People, that's it, if you are not good, you can't see the good of others.

The man's face was indifferent, and he walked past her with the knife in his hand, leaving only one sentence: "Follow me back." ”

He Lan pursed his lips, looked at the miserable group of refugees behind him, and then at the back of the gangster, and suddenly felt that he had never known this person.

There was an angry voice in the distance: "Don't you leave, live here with them and grab food?" ”

As soon as I entered the tent, I heard him say, "Go cook." ”

He Lan choked, "Why don't you eat when you're in the restaurant?" ”

"Not hungry."

She pauses slightly, and her feelings go to the restaurant, is she going to eat with her?

He was changing his robe, and finally changed into a black one, still cold and domineering, with a tall body, like a mountain, which invisibly gave people a deadly coercion.

He Lan remembered that the former Lonely Yao was not like this, he was extremely patient with the people of the Eastern Kingdom, and never let the people of the army be cold, and the food would be distributed soon.

But now, he turned a blind eye, and didn't care at all about the lives of those people.

"What are they going to do?" Helan was referring to refugees.

The man bent down to light a cigarette in front of the candle flame, squinted, took the cigarette holder in his mouth, put his fingers between the cigarette holder, and spat out the smoke.

"Lao Tzu didn't even figure it out himself, and he still cares if they live or die?"

He sat down domineeringly with his robe, full of evil spirits, "If you live, you will live, and if you can't live, you will die." ”

Helan was speechless for a moment, but fortunately she was not one of the refugees.