However, he really thought too much, on the contrary, Yan Ling felt that he was very appetizing to do this. She turned her head to look at the teenagers who were still screaming in pain, and said coldly: "Just now you said that you want him to kowtow and drill his crotch, right! Since you like to come like this, then you can have enough! Now you will obediently kneel and drill under his crotch one by one, and then kowtow three times and shout three times, 'Grandpa, grandson is wrong', I will let you go, otherwise you will ......" She flung the whip to the ground, and the threat was self-evident.

"You...... If you dare, my father will not let you go when he comes!" a teenager scrambled to his feet, rubbing his wounds and threatening weakly.

Yan Ling snorted coldly, "Don't you see if I dare! Not to mention whether your family can protect you when they come, right now, if you don't do it, do you think I will let you go?" Her gaze swept over those people, and everyone was shocked by this hand, and no one dared to speak out for a while.

Over there, the little beggar had already put on a posture, and Yan Ling saw that the teenagers had not moved, and raised his arm slightly, which immediately frightened those people into silence, and he could only do so with tears and humiliation on his face.

When the families of several children arrived, they happened to encounter such a picture, and they were as loud as cattle, shocked and scolded.

"Where did you come from, a little slut, to dare to bully my son like this?!"

"Ahh

"Dad, mother, help me!" Someone saw the figure of his parents, and immediately shouted for help, but was kicked back by Yan Ling.

The women who rushed here scolded and cried, one by one, like a shrew in the market, and stepped forward to scratch and scratch the spirit of the words. The men also looked furious, and they seemed to be ready to come up and make a move.

The little beggar nervously stood in front of Yan Ling, bearing the attacks of the women.

Yan Ling was not used to them, she pulled the little beggar behind her, and with a flick of the whip, she ejected the hideous-looking women a few meters away.

The women immediately fell to the ground and cried out: "It's terrible, I'm beating people in the street, everyone is here to judge!

"I've heard my father say that 'the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked', and I have never personally understood it, but today I have opened my eyes. ”

"You little hoof, what nonsense are you talking about, my son is a good man!" said a woman.

"If he is a good person, how can he do the act of beating someone up in the street?"

"That must be the fault of the stinky beggar, my son won't beat people casually!" the woman argued.

"You people, now such a lofty posture, have you ever thought about how you will deal with yourself if one day you become a beggar in the mouth of others?

A man spoke: "What a righteous little girl, now I don't talk to you about any beggars, what is not crooked." Today, you committed murder and beat people on the street, and everyone here saw it, I have already reported to the official, let you be arrogant now, and you will wait to eat prison food in a while!"

When the words fell, I saw a team of officers coming over. "Who's making trouble here?"

Everyone collectively pointed to the middle two: "The two of them!"

"Take it away!"

"Presumptuous!" Yan Ling's aura was fully opened, and the spiritual power on his body surged. She said coldly, "Who are you going to take away?"

How to say that it is also the eldest lady of a large sect, as soon as her aura opened, that posture instantly shocked a lot of people. The official who spoke hesitated, he thought about it again and again, and instead of decisively letting people take it away, he turned around and asked softly: "This, dare to ask Your Excellency?"

Yan Ling took out a token and put it in front of the official's eyes, and said with a serious face: "I remember that the Xianmen and the world reached an agreement that the worldly officials are not allowed to interfere with the actions of the people of the Xianmen!"

The official looked at the token engraved with a big word "Wen", and for a while the cold sweat was like a spring, and the sweat instantly soaked his back. He immediately knelt down and leaned over and said, "The adult forgives the sin, the villain has eyes and does not know Mount Tai." ”

Yan Ling was still holding the shelf, she pointed to the teenagers and said to the official: "Since you are here, you naturally can't go back empty-handed, those few people are murdering in the street, you can arrest them!"

The official hurriedly responded, and hurriedly commanded people to take those people away, and cried again.

"What's the howl? And the face howls? Even the people in the Xianmen dare to provoke, it's really too long, hurry up and arrest them, whoever stops them!"

Yan Ling didn't care about it anymore, she pulled the little beggar who had just reached her ear, and examined the exposed wounds. She said softly, "How are you?"

Hearing Yan Ling speak to himself, the little beggar raised his head slightly, not daring to speak loudly at all, and his voice trembled: "I...... I'm fine, thank you...... Thank you. ”

"Where is your home? I'll send you back!"

"I ...... I don't have a home and I don't have a place to live. ”

Yan Ling frowned: "Then where did you live before?"

"I sleep everywhere......" After speaking, the corners of the little beggar's lips pursed slightly, and he didn't dare to look at Yan Ling's eyes, although he felt that Yan Ling was different from those people, but the lack of security for a long time still didn't dare to let him think in too good directions.

There are still a lot of emotions that can't be understood by a small person, but Yan Ling's heart is sour, as if she knows him, and he shouldn't be like this. Yan Ling reluctantly pulled the corners of her lips, and said to the dirty little boy in front of her in the tone of her mother's voice to herself: "Are you hungry or not, I'll take you to eat first!"

The little beggar hesitated, but his longing eyes and swallowing throat had answered for him.

Yan Ling smiled, and without disgust at all, he grabbed the little beggar's bony and scarred little hand and walked towards the previous wonton stall.

There were a lot of people, and some people saw a stinky little beggar walking up to him, and was about to scold, but when he turned his eyes, he saw that he was actually pulled by the emperor's fierce words, and he didn't dare to speak again, so he could only pat his sleeve angrily and fan his nose with his hand. Seeing this, the little beggar wanted to retract his hand, but was held tightly by Yan Ling and failed.

"Boss, two bowls of ravioli!"

Everything that happened just now gave those people a great shock, and now no one dares to say more, and the boss is also a little trembling. Finally, the wontons were served.

Yan Ling pushed a bowl in front of the little beggar and told him to eat it quickly.

The little beggar didn't go directly to serve the bowl, he opened his mouth and whispered, "Thank you!" before he ignored the boiling heat when the wonton first came out of the pot, and gobbled it up.

"Eat slowly, don't choke, it's not enough!"

The two of them were full of food and drink, walking on the street, Yan Ling was about to tell the little beggar about her plans, and suddenly remembered that she didn't know the other party's name, so she couldn't be called "little beggar"!

The little beggar was stunned, pursed his lips and bowed his head slightly, "I, I don't have a name." For as long as he can remember, he was a little beggar on the streets, no one wanted to come near him, no one mentioned his name, no one had good intentions towards him, not even the others who were beggars wanted to shelter him, and the most he heard were "untouchables", "dross", "little trash", "broom stars" and "stinky beggars". The strange thing is that he understands what others mean and can tell whether others are saying good things or bad things. No one ever wanted to talk to him, and no one asked him what his name was, except for the man who pointed him in the right direction, and there was only the girl in front of him. Therefore, he never thought of saying it by name.

Uh, that's a question, so let's wait, Yan Ling thought to himself.

"Have you been bullied by them before?"

"I only got here in the morning!"

Yan Ling said secretly: "It's also quite unlucky!"

"Where were you?"