The little beggar learned the habits of the Jianghu people, clasped his fists with both hands and saluted Song Huiya.

The one-glance movements, coupled with the exaggerated and playful expressions, look like a farce no matter how you look at it.

This oily-headed, clever little man, with a face full of humility, hides a strong resentment, and says in a straight voice: "Hero, I'm just a poor worm, it's not worth it for you to kill me." Do you see a barking dog on the side of the street and kill it? It's a hindrance to your gentlemanly bearing, right? ”

Song Huiya tasted the product, and what he listened to was a finely polished ridicule.

Compared with the ants under his feet who were struggling to survive just now, this yellow-haired boy who dared to look at her with his head held high was more like a fierce jackal who was only insensitive to life and death.

It has sharp claws and a sharp temperament.

and disdain for the world.

Song Huiya felt a little melancholy for no reason, as if he saw some vague shadows from her. It's just that it feels like a mirage, and it can't find a foundation.

Because her mind was blank, she couldn't recall anything.

Song Huiya tightened his fingers clenching the sword, and said in a smooth voice: "Aren't you still going to sell me?" ”

The little beggar slipped his mouth hard and said with a smile: "Little me, this mouth is full of feces, how can you take it seriously?" I'll give you three kowtows, and you don't remember the villain. ”

After saying that, he knelt down neatly, and kowtowed to her with a "bang bang", listening to the voice was indeed pious.

Song Huiya thought for a moment that he was dead, and this girl was worshipping the tomb of her ancestors.

This monkey-like girl knocked her head five or six times in a row, and she couldn't wait for Song Huiya to shout to stop before she stopped. Cow curled up and lay on the ground, staring forward with wide eyes.

Sensing that Song Huiya was looking at her with interest, he was not stunned, tilted his head, revealing his broken forehead, and asked with a salivating face: "Are you angry?" ”

Song Huiya smiled.

Even though the other party is a scoundrel villain, she is actually not much annoyed at the moment, but she is a little helpless.

There are many greedy and mediocre people in the world, but they are good at putting on a layer of gold and jade skin over their ugly faces, not only being unkind, but also immortal.

In comparison, what is a little beggar who rolls in the mud and can't even roll up many waves?

She just lived more freely and unrevealed.

Song Huiya said: "I'm not angry. ”

Her demeanor at the moment can be called pleasant, but the little beggar can't believe a word.

Song Huiya looked at her expression and asked rhetorically, "Do you look like I'm angry?" ”

The little beggar hesitated for a moment, covered his neck, and said cautiously: "I don't know if I'm angry or not, but I'm a little scared." When you smile like this, are you thinking about chopping me like chopping melons and vegetables? ”

Song Huiya said freshly: "What? Are you so afraid of me? ”

The little beggar sighed weakly, "I'm just a child." You're an adult, and you're a big man with a sword. Of course I'm afraid of you. ”

"So you're afraid of death." Song Huiya seemed to have heard a joke, which was intriguing, "Looking for death is a thing that I don't do less, and my mouth is not clean." ”

The little beggar rolled his eyes: "I'm still afraid of hardship, this thief, God, it's not that I'm afraid that it will make you live a few more days." I'm not happy, I'm always scolding. ”

Song Huiya shook his head and said, "You are not afraid of death. How afraid of death can a person who gets by be afraid? It's just better for you to be alive. ”

The little beggar ignored it, and only felt that these big men liked to tell some self-righteous truths, and he had taken the thoughts of the wild dogs on the roadside to heart. The little life was in her hands, and she didn't fight with her, and Yang Fengyin obeyed: "Yes, yes, you are right, I have a backbone, and I am not afraid of death!" ”

If others give her a little good color, she will have to inch in.

Song Huiya is well aware of such a philistine nature, and does not mind the sarcasm in her words. A few idle words with such a little thing, pass the time, and the pain in your body is not so difficult.

Song Huiya stretched out his hand and grabbed her half-cut collar under the other party's frightened gaze.

The little beggar wanted to retreat but didn't dare to retreat, and his hair stood up, so he could only lean back hard. When he lowered his head, he saw the hideous wound on the mouth of Song Huiya's tiger. The smell of blood spread slowly in the cold weather, and Song Huiya's movements were also slow, lifting her spacious rags upwards, pouring blood into her nose. He patted her neckline again, his fingertips brushing her neck and sliding lightly.

For the first time, the little beggar really realized what murderous aura was, held his breath, and the unruly wildness instantly ran away without a trace like long legs.

Zhijiang's face turned red, only to hear Song Huiya ask again, "What's your name?" ”

The little beggar wilted again as a withered grass in the first month. Others went further, and she immediately retreated.

"If the woman is happy, call me a bitch, a dog, a little mongrel. If you don't think it sounds good, just call me to hey, that one, or a dead girl. ”

Song Huiya looked at her fixedly, his eyes calm.

The little beggar was stared at by her and his scalp was numb, as if his mind had been cut clean up, and then he replied seriously: "I used to be brought by an old blind man who sang music in the city, and he originally wanted to cripple me so that I could go out to beg for food, and felt that it would be inconvenient for me to take care of him in the future after I broke my hands and feet, so it was better to raise a little more and sell it for money." Before I could make up my mind, the old thing fell ill and died, leaving me alone, and no one cared what I called. The old blind man used to think I was a weird twitter, and he kept calling me a little finch. ”

"Little Sparrow." Song Huiya read it vaguely, and laughed softly, "It turned out to be a bird." I thought it was a little fox. ”

The little beggar replied without a temper: "That little one will be called Little Fox in the future!" You have the final say! ”

Song Huiya looked at her cautious appearance, put down the hand that had been rubbing the scabbard, and played with the taste: "What are you so afraid of?" I didn't kill you, and I didn't say I was going to kill you now. ”

"Look at what you said." The little beggar rubbed his hands on his thighs, and his body, which was so thin that it seemed to be caught by one hand, was ricketed, and he nodded and said, "You can't kill me in the future, lest you dirty your sword." ”

Song Huiya praised from the bottom of his heart: "Little sparrow, you are really a person who can do great things." ”

The little beggar hurriedly began to kowtow again, and his mouth was humble: "Don't dare, don't dare." ”

"I'm not going to kill you." Song Huiya stopped teasing her, leaned his head against the wall, and said something to calm her, "I don't kill children." ”

The little beggar will be skeptical: "Really? ”

She felt like her whole head was cold now.

Song Huiya held the sword in his arms, his face turned white, and he closed his eyes to breathe.

The little beggar observed for a while, and saw that she did not seem to be a hypocrisy, so he really had no intention of taking care of himself anymore, moved his body slightly, changed his knees to sitting, and moved slowly towards the back.

Her knees were sore, and she rubbed her clothes, and she gasped in pain, and tears flowed down her eyes. And he put his frozen face on it. After waiting for a while, he re-aimed at the swordsman on the other side.

The gray night was like an endless Milky Way between the two, and with her eyes, she couldn't see anything clearly.

It was clear that she had been alone before, but the quietness in the temple made her very unaccustomed.

Probably because the distance between the two gave her a subtle sense of security, the little beggar raised his head several times, and finally called out tentatively: "Hero? ”

Song Huiya's eyelids were half-closed, and he swept towards her lazily. After waiting for a moment and not listening to her, he spit out a perfunctory word: "Say." ”

The little beggar quickly asked, "What is the word engraved on your sword?" ”

Song Huiya replied succinctly: "My name." ”

The little beggar still had a trace of luck before, and when he heard the words, he only felt that the sky was dark, and he knew that he had something bad today. If you don't run fast enough, I'm afraid your life will not be saved.

- Which hero would engrave her name on the sword? How? Are you afraid of losing it?!

The little beggar opened his mouth and stopped talking, not daring to vent to Song Huiya, turning his head and kowtowing to God outside the door, with words in his mouth.

Song Huiya turned his head and asked strangely, "What are you doing?" ”

The little beggar bitterly said: "I used to beg God to make me rich, and God thought I was a fart." I think he was finally in a good mood, remembered me, and threw me a thousand taels of gold at once. It's a pity that I couldn't catch it, and I was almost stoned to death by this wealth. I beg God, forget it, I can stutter. ”

Song Huiya was quiet for a while and asked, "What thousand taels of gold?" ”

She raised her tone: "I am blessed with all the heavens, I can catch it." Let's talk about it. ”

Little beggar: "......"