Zhuo Hua

Chapter 312
Years of malnutrition made the little beggar's hair turn yellow.

Zhuo Hua looked at him and felt a little sour in her heart. She sighed softly.

"Don't worry, I won't make you hungry again today. If it's not enough, we'll keep adding more until you feel full."

Those mouth-watering dishes were brought to the table one by one.

The little beggar's eyes were fixed on the dishes on the table, and he kept swallowing his saliva?He seemed to hear his stomach growling.

Zhuohua asked for a pot of tea, scalded the bowls and chopsticks, and handed it to the little beggar.

"Let's eat." Zhuo Hua said softly.

These words fell into the ears of the little beggar, as if they were sounds from heaven.

He stretched out his impatient hands, held the chopsticks tightly, and then started to devour it.

It seemed that he was very hungry, and the little beggar kept stuffing things into his mouth, and he didn't even bother to say anything.

He felt like he was literally exploding in happiness right now.

"Slow down." Zhuo Hua helplessly raised his hand to refill him a cup of tea, "Be careful not to choke."

The words in the little beggar's heart felt warm, and his eyes became a little red.

Ever since the old beggar who had been taking care of him passed away, he had never felt such warmth like today.

He lowered his head, buried his face in the bowl, and frantically put rice into his mouth so that others could not see his expression.

Luo Yang sat on a chair, staring at the bustling crowd on the street through the window, a little lost in thought.

"Have you ever tested the spiritual root?" Luo Yang suddenly turned his head and asked.

The little beggar was slightly startled, and his action of picking up rice froze.

"What's wrong?" Luo Yang frowned slightly, not knowing why he looked so abnormal.

The little beggar tightened his grip on the chopsticks, and then slowly shook his head, "No."

"Why don't you go?" Luo Yang crossed his arms and leaned back, looking at him with eyes full of scrutiny.

"Go, I can't go."

The little beggar's voice was very low, so low that if Zhuo Hua and Luo Yang weren't monks, you wouldn't be able to hear what he said.

"What do you mean?" Zhuo Hua looked at him seriously.

The little beggar couldn't help but flinch again.

Zhuo Hua found out that the little beggar would always cower unconsciously, like a frightened bird.

This fear seems to have taken root in his bones and blood, and he has formed muscle memory.

"I……"

The little beggar bit his lower lip tightly, hesitating whether to say it or not.

"If you want to say it, say it, if you don't want to say it, don't say it."

Zhuohua suppressed the emotions in his heart, and spoke indifferently.

It was true that she had a glimmer of intention to help this little beggar, but it was only a glimmer.

If this little beggar has no intention of resisting, why should she bother to meddle in that nosy matter?

Perhaps because of staying in the cultivation world for many years, she seems to have hardened her heart a lot.

Thinking this way, the emotion in her eyes faded a lot.

"They don't let me go. Every eve, I will be injured by them, and after that, I can't walk, I can't go..."

"Those beggars?"

"Yes." The little beggar nodded, with a hint of hatred in his eyes.

"Why did they do this?" Zhuo Hua asked.

"Because..." The little beggar's eyes were full of sadness.

"Because they feel that I am different from them, and people who are different are heterogeneous. They are not allowed to exist."

(End of this chapter)