The shopkeeper grabbed the copper coin on the table, still on the face of the ink knife.

"Taking a few broken antiques that no one wants is like rubbing rice and blinding your dog's eyes. I don't ask who the master is. If you haven't seen money, you can see it. The shopkeeper said and took out a stack of papers from his waist, and the paper was printed with words.

"Are you fucking rich?"

Without answering, the ink knife looked at the 'paper' in the shop's second-hand shop. "Did they change the money too? Modao whispered to himself.

"Fuck, and pretending to be stupid. Brothers call me. The shopkeeper greeted, and soon a group of people poured out to surround the ink knife in the middle, punching and kicking.

In a moment, the ink knife was knocked to the ground, and his head was bleeding.

There was no shot, the ink knife didn't shoot from beginning to end, and although he could have killed them in an instant, he didn't do it. Paying for meals is justified, and Modao still has rivers and lakes in his heart, so he can't make a move.

"Hey...... Bad luck. He shouldn't have been beaten to death like this? ”

"I don't think I'll have half a life even if I don't die. ”

"If it is fulfilled, it must be the curse that has been fulfilled. I said that as long as I had something to do with that female doll, I would definitely be unlucky. "Some people were talking around. Others joined the beating of the Ink Knife. While shouting again.

"Don't pay for food! Kill him!"

"What age is it, there is still such a wicked person, beat! Kill him!"

"Kill him! He still has a murder weapon on his body, and he is not a good person at first glance!" These people shouted fiercely and beat him hard. But no one could see their faces, because they were all mixed in with the crowd.

For an hour, the beating lasted for a full hour. The shopkeeper beckoned the guy to carry the ink knife out of the store and throw it in the alley like a dead dog.

The inn quickly regained its composure, as if the man had never appeared. But the blood on the ground, very red, very red.

"What a weirdo. "In the corner of the second floor, a man was standing. He was dressed in white, like snow, but without the slightest cold. He had long hair and no wind, but it swayed at will. He just stood there quietly, but he was not in this world. He is not an immortal, but he is not like a mortal.

At this time, he was holding a wine cup in his hand, gently carving it, and his eyes never left. It was as if it were his treasure, his life. With an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, he seemed to have finally discovered something that he found interesting, and found an interesting person.

The cup slowly changed, and the crumbs fell gently. Soon a face appeared, and that face belonged to the ink knife. And he also put down the wine cup, and a leaf in his hand.

"Obviously murderous and terrifying like an abyss, bottomless, but because of the loss, he allowed a group of mortals to punch and kick him, weird, what a weirdo. There are bound to be many interesting things around you. The man smiled and muttered to himself, and the next moment a gust of wind blew, and the man's figure disappeared.

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The wind and snow are still drifting, and it will not stop because you have no clothes to keep warm, nor will it stop because you are hungry and cold, nor will it stop because you pity you. It's just snow, snow falling from the sky.

When night fell, there were no stars in the sky, and the wind and snow made the night even darker and colder.

The alley, a dark alley, where a pitch-black figure was trolling, his chest floating faintly, letting people know that he was still alive. But as the float gets smaller and smaller, you will inadvertently worry, and the next moment, it will stop moving.

The ink knife was very cold, because the wind and snow were biting. He wanted to curl up as much as possible to keep warm. But he couldn't. His injuries were too severe. It was so heavy that he could only lie flat and let the snow fall on him.

"Am I going to die again? "Modao has forgotten that this is the first time he has 'died'. As the number of reincarnations increases, the ink knife becomes more and more ignorant of how to survive in this world. In the most recent reincarnation, the ink knife only lived for three days. It looks like it's going to break the record this time.

"Need help?" a voice suddenly appeared.

"Who!" Modao was startled! he didn't even notice that someone had come to his side. Ink Knife has absolute confidence in his own intuition, no matter how powerful the immortal is, even the immortal king cannot approach him quietly, but at this moment, until that person speaks, Ink Knife finds that a person is standing in front of him.

It was a man dressed in white and with long hair.

Knife, in hand. Even if he is seriously injured, the ink knife will not sit still. The murderous aura spread out from the body of the ink knife as if it were substance. At that moment, even the snow was reluctant to fall on Modao's body.

"Don't be so nervous, I just want to help you. The man in white had a smile on his face, and he raised his hands to show that his words were true. But in Modao's view, that was not convincing at all.

"Who are you. Mo Dao's gaze stared at the man in white. The strange thing is that the ink knife can't feel the slightest bit of immortal energy from the man in white. There are only two possibilities, one is that the man in white is not an immortal, and the other is that the man in white is far more powerful than the ink knife. But this is unreasonable, after all, the knife in the hand of the ink knife is still there, even if it is a powerful immortal, even if the ink knife can't feel it, but his knife can definitely feel it. But at this moment, his knife did not react at all.

"I'm just a normal person, a normal person who just wants to help you. The man in white explained.

"No, you don't. The ink knife gave him an answer.

"Don't be so ruthless, okay. I'd like to experience something interesting with you. "The man in white refers to the monster of the ink knife, his kind of character that is incompatible with the world, and his strength, will definitely bring many interesting things.

"Get out!" Mo Dao looked at the man with disgust, the first few reincarnations let him know that there is such a special kind of person in the world.

"What's going on in your head. The man in white seemed to see what the ink knife was thinking. "I just want to ......" Before he could finish speaking, a voice interrupted him.

"Uncle, why are you lying here, aren't you cold?" a girl appeared in front of Modao. The girl who snatched half of the steamed bun from the ink knife.

"Uncle, why is there so much blood on your body, does it hurt? I'll blow it for you, my sister said, if it bleeds, as long as you blow it, it won't hurt so much. The girl said it over and over again, grabbed the hand of the ink knife and began to blow.

"Uncle, why don't you speak, are you hungry? I know that I shouldn't have snatched your steamed buns, but I'm so hungry. "The girl's voice is very small, like a child who has done something wrong. "Otherwise, I'll give you half back. Don't you ignore Niu Niu. As she spoke, the girl took out the half of the steamed bun from her bosom, but there was a small notch in the bun.

"I ...... I secretly took a bite, I was going to eat it with my sister, but I ...... I'm so hungry, uncle, don't tell my sister if it's okay......"

The girl said to herself, and began to break the steamed buns, never glancing at the man in white, as if he did not exist at all.

"Another interesting person......" The man in white smiled at the girl and muttered to himself.