Group pet big boss milk Huhu: relying on fortune telling is popular in Beijing

Chapter 4 Ruthless young man, don't you feel too little?
Old Uncle Yang's mind began to go berserk, and his heart-piercing shouts seemed quite ferocious on the desolate street. He scrambled and rushed towards the two gangsters!

The two rogues watched the disintegration on the old man's face, and a flash of pleasure flashed in their hearts!
I saw a local ruffian stomping on Old Uncle Yang's body fiercely, with a ruthless look on his face.

"Old man, hand over all the money you have on you, as well as the leftover roast chicken that you put away just now, otherwise don't blame me for throwing her to death! You just wait to clean up the body for the little baby!"

As soon as the words fell, he made a gesture to throw the child to death!

"I'll give you all the money, don't hurt her!" Uncle Yang took out all the money on his body and handed it to him.

The ruffian took the silver from Old Uncle Yang's hand leisurely, but he didn't intend to let the old and the young go, and before he could put the silver in his pocket, a shrill scream pierced through the thick night sky!

Before the other rogue could react, a man with two broken arms was twitching in pain on the ground in his line of sight, kicking his feet wildly, and screaming horribly, like a ghost threatening his life!
"Big brother!" The gangster was so frightened that his eyes went dark, he fell to the ground, and looked at the young man approaching him in horror!
The young man was dressed in a black brocade, with a ferocious, gloomy, cold face, and his deep and narrow eyes showed murderous intent. He held the dying little girl who had just been slapped by his elder brother in one hand, and held the other hand in his other hand. The icy cold blade approached him.

"Young hero, spare your life, spare your life!" The imposing gangster was so scared that he peed his pants in an instant, knelt on the ground, and begged for mercy to a boy who was about twelve or thirteen years old!
"Young Lord, don't do it!" A man behind him stepped forward, and just as he finished speaking, the young man's cold, hoarse voice came out, without the slightest ups and downs in his voice.

"Beating to death and throwing him in a mass grave!"

Soon, the man in black behind him came up and dragged the two of them down.

"Young Master, it's time for us to go. Don't forget the purpose of this trip." Before he could say anything, Ye Chuchu slowly opened his eyes.

"Master..." Ye Chuchu managed to open his eyes, and there was a hideous and terrifying scar in his eyes, followed by a pair of lifeless eyes, which made Ye Chuchu stop his voice immediately.

The young man's life is not ugly, on the contrary, if he didn't have that hideous scar, his appearance would be perfect, but he feels too gloomy, too cold, too scary, like an empty shell without a soul!

Moreover, it was the first time in her life that she couldn't see through him!
"Good granddaughter, do you feel any discomfort in your body?" Old Man Yang hurriedly got up and checked Ye Chuchu.

"Grandpa, I'm fine." When Ye Chuchu said this, the young man put her on the ground indifferently.

Ye Chuchu stabilized his round body, looked at the young man with dark eyes, and said in a soft and cute voice, "Thank you, brother, for saving my life."

As she said that, she still didn't forget to rummage in her small pocket, and after a long time of rummaging, she took out a penny.

"Little brother... this is your reward for saving me."

The moment the young man was about to turn around, he paused, frowning condescendingly at the very short milk ball.

She was born in pink and jade, and a pair of beautiful eyes sparkled, clear and clean, with the innocence unique to children.

But the young man didn't take her money, she thought it must be too little, she blinked her beautiful eyes helplessly, curled her lips and continued to rummage through her small pocket, and slowly took out another penny from her pocket.

"Here, I'll give you another text~"

The miser guarded her little pocket, and when she looked up again, the young man had long since disappeared.

Ye Chuchu happily put her two Wen coins into her small pocket, and squatted in the snow with Uncle Yang to look for the silver scattered on the ground.

Just at this time, a young man happily ran towards them with a few servants, "Old Man Yang, are you there? I'm Zheng Er."

(End of this chapter)