The older beggar, looking at Xiao Xi's expression, finally sighed, knelt on one knee on the cold and biting snow, pulled up his little arm, put him up, and took a deep look at the beggar head Xiao Xi and Bai Xiaoxin, who had not said a few words, and turned to leave.

A few points of red in the white, melting the snow.

Xiao Xi then took his eyes back from the beggar who was leaving, and called lukewarmly-

"Daqian. ”

Daqian hadn't moved yet, and the beggars who had planned to "fight to the death" as dried fish pushed each other and threw their steamed buns into the basket.

If you want to fight, I'm afraid that no one on your side can hold down Daqian, and the most likely end is to be injured, and the most important thing is that there may be no left.

In winter, injuries and illnesses mean to beggars who have no money or medicine - the death bell rings.

"You guys have a bit of a vision. Xiao Xi bent down and put his hand on the edge of the basket, looked at the white in the basket, and grinned.

"Five, ten...... Forty-five ......"

The beggars listened to Xiaoxi's report, and although some of them didn't understand it very well, they all understood that the unstopped report meant that the harvest was not much.

The smiles on their faces couldn't help but grow bigger and bigger-

"Xiao Xin!" Xiao Xi suddenly screamed, "What are you doing!"

A black, thin hand was quickly slapped away by Xiao Xi, but he still grabbed three steamed buns.

The beggars paused, and the next moment they exploded out of the pot like boiling water on coals.

"Say us back!"

"Catch him!"

Bai Xiaoxin's mouth moved and he said something quickly, but the faint voice was drowned out by the roars of the beggars.

The two groups of beggars who were clearly divided suddenly mingled together.

Although there are not many people, the place is remote and narrow, and the scene begins to be chaotic.

Some clever beggars looked at Xiao Xi who was slightly stunned and hurriedly stretched out their hands into the basket.

The stunned Xiaoxi was thinking about the word "run" that Bai Xiaoxin said.

Run......

Run......

Why...... To run......

"Get out of here, get out of here!" Xiao Xi looked at Daqian, who was angrily obstructing the person who was fishing in troubled waters, a glimmer of light flashed in his mind, and his pupils dilated suddenly-

"Daqian!" Xiao Xi's eyes widened and he screamed, "Run!"

"What?" Daqian didn't react, his long arms swept, still blocking the little numb hands.

Xiao Xi hurriedly stretched out his hand into the basket, reached out and grabbed a few steamed buns, shouted at Daqian, and then turned around and chased in the direction of Bai Xiaoxin.

Bai Xiaoxin stuffed the steamed buns in his mouth, chewed vigorously, and neatly ripped off the worn-out lock with one hand, took it in his hand, and pushed open the dilapidated red lacquer temple door with one palm.

At this time, there is no beggar chasing Bai Xiaoxin, how can chasing people and beating people compare with filling their stomachs?

"Bang!"

A cloud of snow poured Bai Xiaoxin's head all over his head.

A hand stopped the door of the temple to be closed.

“......”

Calm eyes to calm eyes.

The trembling afterglow of the door reached the hands of the two of them.

Bai Xiaoxin looked at Xiao Xi, his body suddenly twitched twice, and he let go of his hand.

The door was pushed open as a matter of course.

"What's going on?" Xiao Xi flashed in through the crack in the door, followed by Daqian and Erqian.

"Someone. Bai Xiaoxin puffed out his cheeks and said vaguely, and then looked at Daqian, "Don't lock it." ”

Daqian then threw the deadbolt he had just held in his hand on the ground.

"Put it away. Bai Xiaoxin said again and swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth.

Daqian leaned the door bolt on the ground against the cracked wall.

"They're not going to come in?" asked Nichi, stupidly.

"They're still grabbing food, they don't have that effort. Daqian patted Erqian's head.

"Hmm. Two thousand snorted.

"......" Xiaoxi looked at Bai Xiaoxin, and then looked at the steamed bun in his hand, "Let's take a look first." ”

"Let's see. Bai Xiaoxin chewed the steamed bun in his mouth like a hungry wolf, and began to scan the surrounding environment.

The palm-sized venue, the tower furnace with white on the outside and black on the inside, the broken temple with black rumbling, and the three-level stone steps covered by snow, are all white when you enter the eye.

"This ...... How do you hide from people?" Er Qian also nibbled on the steamed bun and said slowly.

"Get in. Bai Xiaoxin said, "See people in the snow." ”

Xiao Xi nodded, the snow was too white.

Stepping on the stone steps, the four of them began to look at the environment of the ruined temple.

......

Sato walked slowly outside the battle circle, his slender eyes carefully watching the every move of the people competing for steamed buns.

He's too thin to squeeze people, and he's too short to grab people.

Foot on foot.

Hand beater.

Arm hits head.

The thighs block the waist.

The demons are dancing.

A steamed bun flew out of the warband-

Xiaoli didn't grab it, but found the right place and stretched out his slender legs.

A beggar who flew to grab the steamed bun, looked at the steamed bun in his hand, and the smile on his face that slowly bloomed like a daisy flower had not fully bloomed, and he fell face to the ground into the snow.

Yes, the chrysanthemum was rubbed into the snow.

The steamed bun flew up from the beggar's hand, and at the moment when it was about to make intimate contact with the earth, a small hand grabbed it.

Xiaoli put the handbun into his mouth, stepped on the snow a few times and almost fell, and then ran desperately towards the only way out.

Steamed buns are only safe if they enter the stomach.

I should be able to survive today.

Xiaoli was holding a steamed bun with two or three rows of tooth marks in his hand, puffing out his mouth, chewing constantly, and thinking happily.

Running, Bai couldn't tell whether it was forward or backward in his eyes-

"Bang-"

Xiaoli flew up, fell to the ground with his butt to the ground, and was choked by the steamed bun in his mouth and coughed violently, but the steamed bun in his right hand was still clutched.

"Where is Bai Xiaoxin?" Xiaoli swore that he had never heard such a nice voice since he was a child, he thought that the soft words of the girls in Hualiu Alley should be the best voice he had ever heard, but compared to the voice in his ears, their sweet voices were not worth mentioning.

But...... It's just nice to hear.

He didn't answer, but sat up, his slightly dizzy head didn't care, and after forcibly stopping his cough, he continued to eat steamed buns with a red face.

There is only more than half of it left, so you have to eat it quickly.

"Madame asks you!" a rough voice roared.

The sword rested on Kozato's thin shoulder.

To eat, it is to die.

If you don't eat it, the steamed buns are frozen, they are robbed, and they still die.

But...... If you can't be a full dead ghost, it's good to be a half-full dead ghost.

Xiaoli's slender eyes narrowed, steamed buns, and a little more, just eat it.

The sword, swinging, and the cold wind made a tremble—

"That's it, I'm not in a hurry, are you in a hurry?" the beautiful voice sounded again.

"Yes, ma'am. ”

The sound of the sword rubbing against the scabbard was still solemn in the cold wind.

......