The sun sets, and the dusk sunlight pours on the earth, bringing three points of loneliness to the world. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Under the slanting sun, at the gate of a small city, it is already sparsely populated, and the residual heat brought by the sun is slowly dissipating, and the cool air is coming.

The gate of a city is often the place with the largest flow of people, and the merchants who come and go often do not skimp on a few copper plates, so there will always be a bunch of beggars gathered at the city gate.

I don't know when it started, but the crowd has dispersed.

A small beggar sits outside the beggar's pile, in the most remote place. This kind of place is often the worst feng shui, because the noble person is to give kindness to a peace of mind, and to do it easily, where will he deliberately take a few more steps to give alms!

This is so because this beggar is an outsider. Beggars are also a group that attaches great importance to regional familiarity, and they are already disadvantaged, if they are not hugged together by regional familiarity, there will be no place to bury their bodies when they die.

It's not that these beggars are bullying this little beggar, it's just the rules. If the little beggar had stayed in the town for a month or two, they would have accepted him.

The little beggar's face was mostly covered by his long hair, but his eyes were extremely clear, with a sense of sorrow, which could easily make people feel compassion. But he doesn't look like a professional beggar, because he doesn't pretend to be pitiful, beggar, sit there and don't say a word, and look a little stupid.

Only when some kind-hearted noble ladies gave alms, they said dryly: "Thank you!"

In a trance, while thinking about something, suddenly a hand reached into the broken bowl in front of the little beggar, and grabbed out the few pieces of silver and most of the copper plates from it.

The little beggar subconsciously blocked it and grabbed the sleeve of the big hand in front of him.

A crisp "snap", a loud slap. "Fuck you stinky beggar!" kicked the little beggar again.

"Yezi, what's wrong?" asked from the other side.

"It's okay, it's just that the sleeves of my shirt were soiled by a stinky beggar. He replied, then rubbed his sleeves vigorously, spat at the little beggar, and went to the other beggars' bowls to collect the copper plates.

The little beggar fell to the side, half of his body had lost sensation, and he could only feel endless pain. Curled up as much as possible, blood dripping down the corners of his mouth, bewitching blood flowers. But he gritted his teeth, and just didn't scream "pain".

The officers and soldiers at the gate of the city watched all this indifferently, and the beggars around them bowed their heads and did not say a word. All the beggars here know the truth of the official and bandit family. Even if there is a beggar who does not know each other, no one cares if he is killed, because the life of a beggar is cheap! This kind of thing has not happened before.

And those officers and soldiers usually receive filial piety, and some things will pass with one eye turned a blind eye. No one will pay attention to the death of these beggars anyway.

Soon after, the people were scattered, leaving only the little beggar in rags lying quietly on the dusty ground, uncared for.

Even those beggars, although some of them were more sympathetic, did not dare to stand up and say a word for him. Human nature is like this, they are used to being oppressed, and they have lost the heart to fight.

No one knows what kind of madness lies beneath the long hair-obscured face.

It wasn't until the sun had completely set that the little beggar slowly got up, muttering something in his mouth, looking at the ethereal ahead, his eyes flashing with endless hatred, limping and dragging his body into the darkness of the night.

I'd rather be a peace dog than a troubled world. In fact, the Taiping Dog is not easy to do, sometimes the Taiping Dog is not eager to be a troubled person, at least at that time, the status is in vain, and everyone has a chance to rise. "The prince will have a kind of Xiangning" is a slogan that can only be shouted in troubled times.

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"It's really a bitch who is ruthless, and the drama is unjust! When you have money, they will give you a grandson, and when you don't have money, they will let you be a grandson, I'm sorry!" A figure staggered through the night, scolding and scolding: "In this Liucheng, who doesn't know the prestige of my Zhang Ye, killing, robbing, raping, and setting fire, I can't do anything? If it weren't for the Dengxian Tower, it would be your turn to be arrogant to me? I would have been waiting for my ears to shave and serve!" Zhang Ye pointed at the sky and the earth slowly, as if he was really self-respecting, in fact, he was a gangster, but he really did it when he killed, robbed, raped and set fire.

His mouth was full of wine, but after a while, he vomited in the corner of the wall, and a foul smell rose to the sky, so you can imagine how much wine he drank. But he was already drunk, and he didn't feel at all how remote the place he was at this time.

And when he vomited, he didn't notice that a thin figure was slowly approaching.

The cold night breeze blew by, making Zhang Ye feel a chill to the bone, his drunken head was a little clearer, he stopped vomiting, and he was holding on to the corner of the wall, trying to stand up.

"Bang!", Zhang Ye's head burst open like a watermelon, and the bright red hot blood mixed with the milky white brain pulp exploded around like a bursting balloon, staining the gray-brown ground red.

"You all deserve to die, you all deserve to die!" The voice of the god came from the thin figure, and after he smashed Zhang Ye's head, he still did not stop, but did not stop, smashing at Zhang Ye's completely rotten head, again and again, powerful and powerful.

The thin figure is actually just a little beggar of seven or eight years old, and his childish little face has no fear of killing for the first time at all, but is excited and red, and some are just happy to get revenge.

It was not long before the little beggar seemed to have lost all his strength, and sat down beside the broken corpse, leaving the horror scene enough to frighten ordinary people unconscious. His mouth had been shaken with tremendous strength, but he could no longer feel the pain.

Suddenly, he laughed, laughed out loud, and got carried away with his laughter.

He was able to stone Zhang Ye to death with a stone, relying on the superficial practice of qi kung fu and the extreme hatred he had learned, and now his strength was exhausted, and he was almost collapsed.

"All damned, all damned!" muttered, but suddenly the laughter stopped, and he whispered, "But it's so hard, it's so hard to live, can I still live?"

His expression became a little dazed, full of confusion about the future.

A purgatory-like scene, a confused little beggar, blood and pity, disgust and sympathy, sin and sin, no one will know who is the protagonist at this time!

Suddenly, a black light flashed, and the little beggar sitting on the ground disappeared as if nothing had ever happened. Only the skulls, bones, brains, and blood all over the ground tell of the sins that have happened here......