The young swordsman was so worried that he didn't vent his temper on her, he took out a few copper coins from his waist, didn't look at them, and threw them directly.

"Thank you, hero!" The little beggar raised a smile and kept clasping his fists and bowing, "Daxia is really kind, I haven't eaten for two days!" However, the little one called the hero, not for the money, but to ask the knight if you want to buy a sword. A powerful sword! There is also a sword book, just waiting for someone who is destined! ”

The strong man in the same company was quite impatient, and when this girl was full of nonsense, he wanted to send her away quickly. The young swordsman hesitated for a moment and asked curiously, "What sword spectrum?" ”

The little beggar looked around, beckoned mysteriously, led the two to the side of the road, picked up a stone at random, and drew it on the ground.

She didn't have a stroke order in her writing, she relied on the description of the words, and the two of them didn't recognize what the words were until she finished writing. For a moment, he was stunned and his breathing stagnated.

When the little beggar raised his head, their faces had returned to normal. The strong man is better disguised, his facial features are already rough, and he sweeps coldly, with a fierce appearance, so that people can't see the clues. The corners of the young swordsman's lips stiffened, and when he looked at her, he squeezed out a stiff smile, a little reluctantly.

The little beggar is the best at observing words and feelings, this is her ability to live, where can you not see the changes between the two? His heart tightened suddenly, and he sensed a strong aura of danger, and when his thoughts were turning, his face was still pretending to be calm and not showing any abnormality.

She immediately smeared the words on the ground with her hands until there was no trace of them.

The young swordsman quickly exchanged glances with his friend, and asked lightly, "Who gave you the sword?" ”

He doesn't ask the reason, he is sure that it is someone else's.

The little beggar smiled attentively, swallowed back the manuscript that had been typed once, touched the stone in his hand, and said casually: "I think you are a good person, so I will tell you the truth." It's an old man in the village. He usually goes up the mountain to collect medicine, and he picked up this thing on the side of the road two days ago, and he doesn't know how to use it. I said that there are many big people in the city, so help him come and ask. Hero, is this thing worth anything? ”

The young swordsman's expression was solemn and silent, thinking that he was not good at lying, and the strong man in his companion had already said contemptuously: "What is this broken thing worth?" Keep it for yourself as a baby! ”

As he spoke, he was about to turn around when he was stopped by the young swordsman.

"What are you doing in such a hurry?" The young swordsman said, "I can't sleep when I go back." ”

The strong man reluctantly stayed.

"Where did you find the rags? Since we are talking about selling, we should always show things to us. The strong man's body was majestic, half shocked, half questioned, "You little monkey, aren't you making fun of us?" ”

The little beggar pretended to be afraid, shrunk his neck, and said resignedly: "I'm hiding, I don't dare to carry such precious things with me." If the hero wants to see it, I'll get it right away. ”

The strong man stared at her condescendingly, his big palm pinching her shoulder, as if he was afraid that she would escape.

"Well, we'll go with you." The strong man pushed her forward, "Lead the way." ”

The little beggar lingered, closed his eyes after a battle between heaven and man, and plucked up the courage to speak: "That can't be done, if you come with me, I won't take it." I'm just an ignorant child, I beg you to bear with me. ”

The strong man laughed: "Are you afraid that we will rob you of something?" ”

Tears glistened in the little beggar's eyes, and he looked pitifully at the young swordsman. Fear means three parts false, seven parts true.

The swordsman couldn't bear to say: "Then you go quickly, we will wait for you in the alley opposite." ”

The strong man was a little anxious, but there were many fish and dragons around, and there were many ears and eyes, so he didn't say much, for fear of attracting the attention of others.

The little beggar wiped his tears roughly, sniffled, and whispered, "Okay! ”

She trotted two steps, turned back again, and pleaded tremblingly: "I, I'll be back at once, don't leave the two heroes." ”

The swordsman bowed: "Go ahead." ”

The little beggar turned the corner, looked back, and made sure that the two had not followed, and immediately began to run for his life. Drill out of the city wall from the dog hole, don't dare to stop all the way.

When she ran back to the temple, her clothes were half wet. She collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, and her heart palpitated as she pondered.

The beams of the roof were covered with frosty moonlight, and the long night was silent.

The wounded woman was still lying on the ground as before, half of the shadow of the broken window covering her. The little beggar looked at it with a wave of annoyance for no apparent reason. I couldn't muster the strength to crawl over, so I could only grin at her.

Soon this inexplicable emotion dissipated, leaving only an empty and dull indifference. The little beggar stared at the roof in a daze, his thoughts wandering, and his eyelids slowly closed.

Before falling asleep, she thought to herself: there are really no good people in this world.

When I woke up again, the cold west wind was slapping the door panel and wailing.

She heard the sound of her teeth chattering, and almost thought that she was going to freeze to death in her sleep, but she did not dare to close her eyes again, and struggled to sit up. At first, they hugged each other, endured it for a while, only to feel colder, and then got up and stomped on their backs to ward off the cold.

However, it was of little use, and the cold was pervasive, so cold that it almost froze her bones.

It's clearly not the middle of winter, and I don't know why God is so cruel.

The little beggar muttered and counted, grabbed the hay from the ground and stuffed it into his clothes, and made all sorts of seemingly futile efforts.

Last year, she also had a linen paper coat, which was snatched away when she went out to ask for food. Throughout the winter, she buried herself under a pile of broken wooden planks, groggy, but miraculously survived.

It seemed to be so cold now.

The little beggar ran to the window. Outside the window, there is a withered old tree, standing against the clung root system □□, and has not fallen for many years.

She looked up at the vast night sky above. There is water vapor in the field of vision, and everything you see is a white expanse. Only a lonely moon could be seen floating on the branches, and the stars were bleak.

After looking at it for a long time, she thought that the patches of white light were the snow that was about to fall in winter.

But there was no snow.

Today may not be as cold as last year.

The little beggar's mind suddenly became very calm. She felt that she might not survive the winter that was yet to come. Because she's more afraid of the cold.

She crouched down against the corner of the wall to avoid the wind, put her hands in her arms to keep warm, and faintly heard a few small moans from her heavy wheezing as the vicious wind gradually subsided.

She thought it was her own delusion, and after reacting for a while, she remembered that she was not the only one in the temple.

The little beggar approached in broken steps, and found that the woman's face was crimson, and when she touched her tentacles, her skin was hot.

She jumped away, wiped her hands as if she had touched something, and screamed, "Hey, dog, don't get the plague to me!" There's no one to bury you here! ”

No one answered.

She stood there and was uneasy, thinking for a long time, and decided to drag the person out of the door.

She didn't want to live under the same roof as the dead, that would be a bad luck.

The little beggar picked up one of the woman's legs, turned his face away, and said in pieces: "Hero, it's not that I want to kill you, it's that you are too angry." Everyone is begging for a way to live, I took you in for a long time, it's already that, it's very benevolent. I don't ask you to repay the blessing, but I ask you not to come to me......"

She dragged it twice with great difficulty, and the person on the ground did not move, and he turned his face in dismay, but unexpectedly met a pair of clear eyes.

The two looked at each other, staring intently.

The little beggar swallowed.

Compared to this person's breath, it was obvious that she was more terrifying when she suddenly came to life, and the little beggar felt that the sky was about to fall, and blurted out: "Why did you wake up?!" ”

She let go of her hand, slapped herself, and opened her eyes again.

The extravagant thing did not happen, even though the night was dark, the faint light reflected in the clear pupils of the other party was still difficult to ignore.

Her limbs were stiff, and her voice trembled like chaff: "You, you...... Are you awake? ”

Song Huiya felt that a fire was burning from the bone marrow, burning her blood all over her body, and her skin and flesh were cut and stinging, but her internal breath was much calmer than on the previous mountain road, thinking that the medicine she had taken before the coma finally took effect.

That medicine is very unusual, and it can actually make her desperate between life and death. Several times she thought she had reached the ghost gate, and she brought back a trace of consciousness from the little beggar's swearing.

Song Huiya closed his eyes and said calmly: "I'm disappointed you, but it's a pity that the sky won't accept me." ”

The little beggar listened to her words, and his soul, which had been split into several petals, was stuffed back into his body, and he retreated into the distance step by step, and said with a flattering smile: "The hero is awake, and I am very happy." It's just that I'm young and afraid of the dark, so I said the wrong thing. ”

Song Huiya supported himself on his elbows, sat up a little, leaned against the wall, and said with a smile: "Really?" Didn't you just call me a dog? Now it's called a hero again? ”

The little beggar's back twitched slightly, the muscles of his whole body tensed, he didn't reply, and his eyes scanned the ground in a panic.

"Don't look for it." Song Huiya picked up a stone and sandwiched it between his fingers, "Even if you are given a knife now, you will definitely die faster than me." Try it if you don't believe it. ”

The little beggar seemed to have his bones drained away, slid to the ground, and prayed with a crying voice: "Don't kill me...... I just have a bad mouth and never dare to hurt anyone, so let me go! ”

Song Huiya's throat was very dry, and he had a hard time to speak, so he didn't have time to listen to her hypocritical cry, and asked, "Where is my sword?" ”

The little beggar sobbed and ran to the corner where the sword was hidden, and took the sword and the money bag out. When he was about to hand it over, he hesitated, knelt down, and held his hands high in front of her.

Song Huiya took the sword and put it on his lap, looked at the few copper plates in his hand, was silent for a moment, and said suspiciously: "You didn't swallow it privately, did you?" ”

It was the first time for the child to see someone calling a flower, and he was so wronged that he stopped crying, raised his right hand and swore with his fingers: "Heaven and earth conscience, you are so poor!" ”

Song Huiya felt that because of her words, the wound was even more painful.

After the little beggar finished speaking, he began to weep in a low voice, crying out his remorse, looking at the gentle and obedient, harmless to people and animals, and really changing his past.

Song Huiya only listened, did not speak, and concentrated on studying the weapon in his hand. It was not until the little beggar cried that his throat was dry, his voice was out of tune, and he could not squeeze out two more tears, that he raised his head and glanced at her charity.

The little beggar immediately smiled flatteringly: "Hero, you must be uncomfortable after sleeping for so long, I'll go pour you a glass of water." ”

As soon as she moved, before she could get up, the bloody scabbard was already close to her neck.

The little beggar trembled, grasping the scabbard with both hands, his nose fluttering, grief-stricken, and about to weep.

Song Huiya withdrew his sword and said sarcastically: "Don't pretend, the noise gives me a headache." It's weird, disgusting. ”

The little beggar also found that she was very different from the chivalrous men she had seen before, so she simply wiped her face and put away her hypocrisy. His attitude changed completely, and he pulled out a flirtatious smile, but he still didn't dare to put his resentment on his face.