But why did Xie Junhe come to this place? Who knows! Xue Hai only followed with a match. Until, stop in front of a ruined temple.

Xie Junhe's back trembled deeply, so that Xue Hai couldn't help but step forward to help him. Unexpectedly, he didn't get angry, but let the cold tears crisscross the wind-carved face, silent.

Tears wet the most tender corner of Xuehai'......s heart: What's wrong?

Suddenly there was a sound of fighting in the broken temple, and Xue Hai was in a hurry and reached out to push the door. The wooden door creaked open. The strange gaze of a courtyard focused on them. There are old and young, sick and disabled, those who roast the fire, those who grab food, those who lie down, those who sit, and those who scratch their ears and cheeks. All of them were unkempt and wrapped in rags that were difficult to hide. These people only looked at each other a few times, and they were busy with their own affairs, as if nothing had happened. In the disgusting smell, there are a few broken bedding spread out at random, which is a place to spend the winter.

Chu Xuehai remembered Xie Junhe's sloppy appearance, and suddenly all sympathy turned into a hilarious smile: Aren't they together? But seeing the pain in Xie Junhe's eyes, he couldn't bear to ridicule him.

The sound of fighting continued, coming from the courtyard. And these people let the inner courtyard wail and remain indifferent.

Xie Junhe ignored the faces that were in the air, and went straight through the hall to the backyard.

Seventy, eight, eight, or eight unkempt crazy men were punching and kicking around a guy. Xie Junhe walked towards them silently, until he was only five steps away from them, and scattered dozens of copper coins on the ground. The people scattered in droves. A few Yixing Shan who went to the night were angry, and they glared at Xue Hai with faces that wanted to eat people, and Xue Hai was so frightened that he immediately shrank his neck. But with Xie Junhe's arm in the way, they are also very interesting, and those who come from unknown sources will not be provoked.

The guy on the ground was bruised, but he smiled sweetly. He was still holding a palm-sized half of the bread under his armpit, as if this half of the cake was all his hope of survival.

"It's so pitiful...... "Xuehai wants to help this person."

Xie Junhe stretched out his arm to block: "Don't, he's covered in injuries." Several bones were shattered. Unfortunately, it directly took his life. ”

The beaten man suddenly saw Xie Junhe's face, and jumped out of a nightmare, and then the whole person curled up and trembled—it seemed that it was more painful than being beaten.

"Recognize me?" Xie Junhe's deep voice was cold and sold, heralding a constant but painful connection between him and the courtyard.

"Get a basin of water. Xie Jun and Lingdao.

Xue Hai fetched a basin of water from the well, and when he brought it to him, he saw that Xie Junhe had slightly raised the back of his neck with straw and flattened his limbs. Only then did she realize that the man had only one leg left.

Gently wiped the blood from his face, revealing an old face, wrinkles as deep as a knife, and only simple resentment burned between his eyebrows. Secretly clenched his fists, as if he could not bear fate. looked like he was in his fifties, but Xie Junhe sneered: "People who are less than forty years old live their lives like this, retribution!"

"That's all your kid's doing!" said a rough voice, unusually angry.

"You took revenge on me too. ...... for a lifetime"

"You know?" Xue Hai couldn't help but be curious.

Xie Junhe snorted coldly and said: "Yes, I have known each other since I was a child - in this broken temple, I fight every day, fighting for half a piece of bread, fighting for half a piece of clothes, fighting for half a handful of firewood." Half win or loser. Later, they became blood ghosts together and killed people everywhere. One day a great guy came at me with an axe, and I flashed fast, and he happened to be right behind me—and that's how his leg was. So he hates me. ”