Chapter Twenty-Seven: Another Lucky Day......

The reason why he knew so well was because of his kind mother, who sometimes brought him here to drop some food.

At this moment, a crowd of beggars surrounded an old man with a gray beard and sticky dirt.

"Old man!"

The beggar at the head licked the food scraps from the corners of his mouth and swallowed his saliva gently.

He looked at the food in the old man's hand and threatened:

"Just like you skinny dog who is dying, don't waste winter food."

"Hehe, skinny dog? Wasting food? ”

The old man lowered his eyes and looked at the grain in his hand,

"If you want, take it."

"As an aside, Lao Tzu has never had no children and no daughters in his life, so he really doesn't have the idea of working hard for anyone, and many times he can let it go."

He cherished it into his bosom, and then picked up the stick beside him, outnumbered, but not afraid:

"But that doesn't mean that I'm a coward, if a rabbit cub wants my food and my life, just try it? Ah——!h ”

The cloudy eyes dissipated a little bit of gloom, obviously it was a drooping old yellow dog, but it exuded a fierceness like a lion fighting for his life.

When he looked at the old man in a daze,

Obviously, he had never seen this person, but he felt that the old man was this character - he could give up his life for something important!

"Phew!"

The boss of the beggar group broke his spit, raised his hand with a move, and ordered the younger brother to swarm up:

"him, little ones, whoever grabs his food can take half of it."

After giving the order, the beggar boss stopped paying attention to the old beggar and waited quietly for his other half of the food.

At the same time, a gloomy light flashed in his eyes.

It can't go on like this.

If he continues like this, he will be a beggar for the rest of his life, and he may die one day.

There are a lot of kids in town, so it might as well be a good deal.

After all, in this land, there are many rich people who like those boys and girls, but it is better to ......

"Stop!"

Suddenly, Shi Transparent's non-immature voice sounded.

He stared fiercely at the wicked crowd in front of him,

"If you do this again, I'll call someone!"

The beggar boss's eyes lit up, and after turning around, he couldn't help but show a cruel smile:

"I had such good luck today!"

Isn't this just the way to the children of the rich?

"Mr. Purgatory, why are you here?"

Shi Cheng stared at the side in surprise, very puzzled.

"Don't! To deal with this group of thugs, how can you use a knife! ”

When the thug heard the word knife, he couldn't help but stop and looked around in a panic.

"Run!"

Just when the little gangster was stunned, Shi Xiangfei had already dragged the old man into the alley.

Shi Transparent is not a fool, this child is clever when he is a child.

Although with his transparent ability, he was able to get the gangsters on their stomachs.

But that kind of physical and mental exertion is still too big for him, a 7-year-old child!

In this case, just run!

"A bunch of rubbish, what a knife! There's a bullshit Mr. Purgatory! ”

"What are you still doing! A bunch of things without a father or a mother! ”

"Chase after Lao Tzu!"

In the gloomy alleys, there is the roar of the beggar boss!

.......

Phew——!

Phew——!

Phew——!

Fleeing to a hidden corner, Shi Xiangfei and the old beggar holding a wooden stick bent over each other, panting for breath.

They inadvertently looked at each other and laughed in unison, like a pair of grandchildren.

"You kid is so clever,"

The old beggar took out the grain from his arms, broke it open, and then subconsciously handed over a larger piece:

"Is it a beggar?"

Shi Xiangfei rolled his eyes speechlessly:

"Enough, old man, I saved you, do you still want to take revenge?"

"Haha, it's my fault, it's my fault."

Only then did the old beggar notice Shi Xiangfei's face and the clothes he was wearing, and quietly withdrew half of the food.

After all, it's impossible for anyone with a little bit of conditions to get used to eating this kind of thing.

How do you know that Shi Cheng Fei is one step ahead of him, snatches the food from the old man's hand, and says vaguely:

"It's cold and doesn't taste good, but I feel like the taste is familiar."

"How is it possible, this is my own craft, and I have never tasted it for others in my life."

The old beggar laughed and chewed on the other half, muttering:

"But you little devil, you are really a beggar."

Transparent time: "......"

Is this bad old man, polite?

"Boss, they're here!"

Suddenly, there was a shout of exclamation and noisy footsteps.

Shi Xiangfei and the old man he had just met were blocked in a dark alley.

What's even more unfortunate is that here is a dead end with no way out!

The beggar boss stared viciously at the two who had no way to escape, and couldn't help laughing:

"Today, it's really a lucky day!"

"Boy, I'll push the guy in front to the ground in a moment, and you'll find a way to get out while there's a mess."

The old beggar carried a wooden stick and protected Shi Xiangfei behind him.

At this moment, the old man's target is only the boss opposite, and there is nothing else.

He has been in this turbulent era all year round, and he knows very well that when the enemy is outnumbered, he must only press one person and beat him hard!

"My old life can still protect you."

On the side of Shi Qingfei's ear, a calm and firm voice sounded, without fear!

This kind of firmness inexplicably made Shi Xiangfei ask for a familiar taste.

But the current situation is critical, and there is no time to think about it.

Can't help it?

Shi Xiangfei pursed his lips, and across the old man's side waist, he looked at the little thug staring at him, and his eyes were faintly flowing with lava-like gold.

Can you only use the kind of abilities that are extremely physically and mentally exhausting?

Suddenly,

When the transparent non blinked,

"Uncle Purgatory, why are you here?"

"Cut, do you think Lao Tzu will still be fooled?" The gangster boss showed a look of disdain, looked at Shi Xiangfei's face, and couldn't help licking his lips, as if he had seen a gold ingot.

"Come with me, little ghost! You're what Lao Tzu eats this winter. ”

"What are you going to do to my nephew?"

It was a bold voice, faintly revealing a little cold.

Dressed in flaming feathers, Maki Jurou stood coldly behind the gangster boss, frightening him into a cold sweat and shouting in horror: "Who! ”

As soon as he turned around, he was met with a punching bag-sized fist!

Bang——!

"Look, old man, Uncle Purgatory is so strong that he can't use a knife at all......."

Shi Xiangfei stood in front of the old beggar, listening to the muffled snort and screams behind him, and looked at the old man in front of him with crooked eyebrows:

"Today is another lucky day."

"Ah...... Yes! ”

The old man looked at the face and was stunned.

In a trance, he seemed to see a teenager digging a grave in the snow.

Wandering for many years, the sky is the quilt, the earth is the bed, he has no children and no daughters, he has long been ready for the wilderness of violent corpses, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, did he have someone to bury him?

In a trance, this thought flashed in his heart for no reason.

The old man looked at the face of the young man in front of him and cried inexplicably:

"Right...... That's right, that's right, another lucky day....... Another lucky day......"