Fast-passing sick and tender male god Shura field

Chapter 36 The Murderous Yuyulou Heavenly Killer (12)

Nan Xian looked at the curved corners of the boy's mouth and the black clothes tightly held in his arms...

It turned out that this dress was made by Can Yeniang herself!
Another sunny day.

The sons and boys who grew up in fine clothes and good food walked down the long street after school.

A few ragged little beggars on the street corner had broken rice bowls in front of them. It was a rare occurrence that they didn’t lean over to reach out to beg, but looked at the commotion with a smirk, and from time to time they used their jet-black fingers to dig their toes, bursting out with a good word——

The emaciated little beggar rubbed his limbs and crawled on the ground. A golden cushion was placed on his back, and a boy with a golden crown on his head and candied haws sat on it, holding a long whip in his hand: "Drive! Drive!"

"Horse, horse, run—"

The long whip fell with a "snap", and the little beggar's thin body trembled, and then he crawled nonchalantly in this circle with his teeth root.

"Drive! Run faster! You are slow to death, I will kill you!"

The whip hit the little beggar's calf heavily. The severe pain made the leg muscles tremble violently, and he lost strength instantly. The horse tilted, and the boy on it almost fell to the ground.

There was a burst of laughter all around.

The boy felt that he couldn't hold back his face, so he jumped down angrily, and lashed out at the little beggar's bruised body: "I'll let you throw me! I'll let you throw me! Kill you bug!"

Looking at this scene in the air, Nan Xian frowned tightly. Where the hell did this brat come from? I really want to go up and give him two slaps!
The little beggar was beaten to the ground, and his tattered clothes were made even more messy by the whipping, revealing the criss-cross whip marks and some bruises inside.

so thin!Skinny.

Nan Xian couldn't bear to watch it anymore, but Can Ye was excitedly dragged by his classmates. Although this kind of drama of rich people torturing lowly beggars is common, every time it looks like it still makes people excited.

It is a sense of pride and superiority that steps on others.

"Climb three laps and give me a candy...candied haws", the dying little beggar stretched out his hand tremblingly, with only a pair of eyes on his dirty face, as bright as the morning.

"You stinky beggar, you still want my candied haws! I don't think you are dirty and smelly, riding on you is your blessing, how dare you want candied haws!"

The boy threw the candied hawthorn in his hand to the ground, and his boots crushed it hard. In an instant, the bright red and lovely hawthorn balls were trampled into a puddle of mud.

The boy raised his toes and his eyes were full of malice: "Don't you want to eat it? Come and lick it!"

The street was bustling and noisy, and passers-by watched this scene.

Some showed sympathy, some laughed, and some echoed: "Lick! Lick! Have you never eaten candied haws in your life? If you don't lick, you won't have a chance hahaha!"

No one stepped forward to help, just because the person being bullied was a humble little beggar down to the bone.

Suddenly, the sky began to rain heavily.

The laughing and laughing people gradually dispersed.

The boy who stepped on the rotten candied haws seemed to be playing crazy. Regardless of the boy's persuasion, he raised his foot and was about to press the rotten hawthorn pieces from the sole of his boots into the little beggar's mouth.

Nan Xian's soul drifted away with Can Ye.

At the moment when she floated out of the corner of the street, she saw the thin little beggar on the ground suddenly grabbed the boy's ankle with his hands, and the strength came from nowhere, and severely pressed the boy to the ground.

He pulled out the whip pinned to the boy's waist, and drew it towards the man on the ground with red eyes.

Pumping and stomping, the thick mud mixed with rainwater under the broken shoes left dirty marks on the boy's face. The boy's fat face was deformed by the trampling, and he screamed in pain while hugging his body!

"I'm going to kill you, you bug, I'm going to let my daddy kill you!"

A red brick was slammed down, and the screams in the rain stopped abruptly.

The two servants who were waiting for their son were blocked by a group of beggars who hadn't harvested for a day and were so hungry that their eyes were dim and they just wanted to beg for a stutter.

Hearing the screams and looking over, his eyes suddenly shrank in horror.

His son's forehead was bright red, and the little boy who had been bullied earlier held a brick in his hand and slammed it on the son's head like crazy, a big bloody hole was broken on his fragile head, and there was no longer any trace in those arrogant and vile eyes. Lost luster...

Nanxian's soul wanders lightly, but his heart is heavy.

The rain just now washed away the dirt on the little beggar's face.

The pair of peach blossom eyes exposed are so familiar...

light hidden.

The time difference between Qixi and her scene is chaotic, but Nanxian still connects the cause and effect.

Can Ye was originally the son of a wealthy family, and his father was the governor of the dynasty, but because he found out clues about the prime minister's corruption, the prime minister arranged to exterminate the family in advance.

The fire she first saw was set by the prime minister.

The reason why Mrs. Lu and Mr. Lu could not escape was because they had been drugged in advance.

And those servants who poured water to put out the fire already had internal responses. What they poured into the flames was not water, but oil that could make the flames soar!

Qixi: "Host, you have finished viewing the hidden plot, and then you will sleep for a day."

Qixi's voice sounded in Nan Xian's mind. At this moment, she had a splitting headache, as if countless needles were pricking her. After a while, the stabbing pain directly made her fall into a coma.

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"Ah, ah, apricot blossoms in spring, tea picking in the rain, lotus pond in summer, pipa tinkling, shaking the boat, singing softly..."

The softly whispered Jiangnan minor tunes echoed gently in my ears.

Nan Xian's eyelids moved, and his consciousness gradually came to his senses. Hearing the repeated Jiangnan minor tunes, he asked in surprise, "Qixi, does your system still have BGM?"

When did you become so advanced?

Qixi didn't answer her, a crunching and hoarse voice entered the eardrums.

"Miss Nan is awake?"

Opening his eyelids, after seeing San Sheng who was sitting behind the long table opposite, Nan Xian's heart tightened, and he quickly sat up while holding his forehead.

Looking around, the white veil is swaying with the wind very fairy-like.

A graceful woman is holding a pipa, playing with her onion-like fingers, her vermilion lips are slightly parted, singing a Jiangnan scenery ditty over and over again.

Seeing the situation very quickly, Nan Xian pretended to be frightened on purpose, swallowed his saliva and timidly said: "I've seen the landlord."

"Miss Nan slept soundly this time."

The rough and hoarse voice always makes people feel uncomfortable.

Nan Xian brushed her hair behind her ears at a loss, and said with a blushing face, "I've been sleepy since I was a child, and I couldn't wake up even with the sound of thunder, which made the landlord laugh."

"However, I did sleep for a long time this time, maybe it's because the song this girl sang is so nice." Nan Xian turned to look at the woman who sang the song.

Nan Xian's ability to change the subject is quite good.

San Sheng followed her gaze and looked at the woman playing the pipa and singing, her eyes softened a little, and she looked at Nan Xian with a smile: "Miss Nan can sing this song?"

Nan Xian turned his gaze to the woman, and quickly analyzed San Sheng's intentions for coming to him.

　ps: Can Ye, the protagonist of this plane's strategy strategy, is Master Mu Xuan from the previous world, that's right

　　ps: Crazy Critic Guangyin is also the hero's avatar, but it's not the hero of the plane.

　　One more chapter, babies

　　
　
(End of this chapter)