Raise a wolf cub to be a minister

Chapter 1 1, the benefactor was bullied
"Let your brat show off your power, let your brat show off your prestige, let your brat embarrass me, and let me kill you."

"Yes, I don't even look at what I am, you bastard."

"You kid just needs a beating, tell me, do you dare to do it next time?"

"A swindler, a scumbag, who gave you the courage?"

Not long after entering the gate of the Guozijian, before even reaching the second gate, Nan Jin saw a few teenagers gathered around the town supervisor Da Guhuai, punching and kicking one person.

In the Imperial College, the strong prey on the weak, and it is not surprising.

Nan Jin didn't want to meddle in other people's business, and was just about to lean to the left, when a hole was knocked open by the crowd, and a thin and delicate figure rolled out of it.

The white prison uniform on the skinny figure was covered with dirty footprints, and one could tell how many times it had been stepped on at a glance, and the hair that should have been combed meticulously was now in a mess.

"Damn it, how dare you escape, are you tired of living?"

The group of people over there noticed something was wrong, and immediately turned around and rushed over to block it again.

But the thin and small figure stood up from the ground with one kick, and slammed into the person who was the first to bear the brunt, knocking him to the ground, bullying himself and riding on the person, bowing left and right and going straight greet each other on the chest.

Clean, neat, ruthless, good means.

Nan Jin, who was standing not far away, watched this scene and couldn't help saying hello to the thin figure with her back turned away from the bottom of her heart.

It's a pity that this situation only lasted for a moment, and the thin figure was grabbed by the man's four or five accomplices, and forcibly pulled off the man's body on the ground.

"You're really tired of work, kid." Relying on his size, his accomplice forcibly held the arms of the thin figure, exposing his fragile abdomen, and just kicked him up.

At this moment, the thin figure raised his head, revealing the face behind the messy hair. His face was covered with bruises, patches of bruises, and bleeding, but the pair of big, black eyes , bright as a cold star, especially conspicuous on such a face.

Nan Jin froze there, as if she had returned to the moment before she died.

The rain that day was so cold, and even though her enemy was standing three steps away, she could only lie on the ground in hatred and despair, letting the blood-wrapped consciousness slip away from her body little by little.

Just when she thought she was going to die unwillingly looking at Zhao Qianhe's wanton and wild smiling face, a black figure appeared in front of her eyes, took the silver moon knife from her hand and inserted it into Zhao Qianhe's body, freezing Zhao Qianhe's face The wanton and insolent smile.

Zhao Qianhe's figure fell down, and the black figure turned around. No one in the capital knew that cold face and those cold and cruel eyes.

She felt herself laughing, she must have laughed, "Gu Xiuran..."

That's great, Zhao Qianhe died, even if she didn't kill her personally, but he finally died, at least he died in front of her, by her Yinyue knife.

"Tell you to beat me, tell you to beat me, I will kill you today, I will kill you..."

A sound of stern cursing pulled back Nan Jin's trance thoughts. What he saw in his eyes was the thin and small Gu Xiuran being punched and kicked by others. If so, there was nothing in his eyes. A little bit of timidity, some are just cruelty quenched by ice.

This pair of eyes overlapped with the pair of eyes she saw before she died. Even though his face was immature and his body was thin, he was Gu Xiuran, Gu Xiuran when he was young, Gu Xiuran who helped her fulfill her wish before she died , she only had time to call Gu Xiuran by name but not to say thank you.

(End of this chapter)