At this time, he could even smell the smell of blood on the tip of his nose that had not dissipated for a long time, and the warmth of Xiao Shi's blood splashed on his body.

Zhu Ziyue pressed his eyebrows with a headache, he wanted to find a clean way to go.

But I found that there was no small road to walk around, and the only thing I had was the big road in front of me.

There were some people blocking the road in front of him, and he heard someone cursing something uncleanly.

"Stinky boy, you take it out for me, take out my things!"

"If you don't take it out again, Lao Tzu will kill you!"

Zhu Ziyue endured a headache and walked forward, physically and mentally irritable, and a faint uncontrollable anger.

He walked forward with a blank face, walking past the crowd without even glancing at the cause of the noise.

Zhu Ziyue interspersed in the crowd, trying to find a quiet place to calm his restless heart.

Just as he was about to step out of the crowd, he was grabbed by the hem of his clothes, and his progress was stopped.

Zhu Ziyue's eyes shone with a cold light.

At this moment, he doesn't want to get entangled with people.

"Kill you bastard, hand over my stuff!"

"You stinky boy, you dare to ask someone for help! See if I don't kill you......"

Zhu Ziyue listened to the noise in his ears, and his mood became even worse, and the suppressed anger gradually rose.

He closed his eyes, restrained the emotions in his eyes, turned around and lowered his eyes, looking at the person who was holding him back.

At this glance, there is no turning back.

That year, a child who looked a little similar to him, standing under the peach blossom tree, the petals falling and falling on his shoulder, he rarely had a bit of bad taste.

"The peach is dying, scorching its beauty...... The peach is dying, and its leaves are ......"

"Brother, what does that mean?"

The silly boy asked blankly.

"This means that the bride is beautiful, your boy is white and tender, like a girl's family, and he will marry you when he is older."

He annoyed his younger brother, and the other party ran away crying, saying that he wanted to sue his father.

When he got home, he was beaten by his father.

But he didn't regret it, his brother was already good-looking.

Now, Zhu Ziyue looked at the boy who was dragging the hem of his clothes, but his eyes were full of incredulity.

has a face similar to his younger brother for seven or eight points, but he is full of embarrassment, and the corners of his mouth are still bloody.

The boy dragged him by the way, staring at him stubbornly.

Zhu Ziyue seemed to smell the smell of blood in the air.

He raised his eyes faintly, glanced at the man who hit the boy, and stopped his hand.

"Who are you? Don't meddle with things. ”

Zhu Ziyue squatted down and looked at the boy, "What did you take from him?" ”

He held out his hand to the boy.

The boy thought he was going to pull him up, and quickly stretched out his hand, but when the dirty hand was put into Zhu Ziyue's hand, the latter removed his hand.

"What did you take from him?" Zhu Ziyue asked again and stretched out his hand again.

That's when the boy understood what he meant.

He took out a dark purse from his bosom and put it in the hand of the good-looking man in front of him.

Before, he suddenly pulled the person down, but he inadvertently captured the person's face.

For the first time, he knew that there was such a good-looking man in the world.

The eyebrows and eyes are delicate like flowers, gentle and elegant, and Sven's face makes him stretch out his hand.

If it was this man, he wouldn't mind taking out something more important than his life in his arms.

He didn't hesitate to take out the gray purse in his arms, which was bulging with a lot of silver.

Zhu Ziyue threw the purse in his hand to the man who beat him, "Take your things and leave!" ”

His gaze was cold, and there was still a slight trace of bloodthirsty killing intent.

The man who took back the purse looked stunned, turned around and ran away quickly, scaring him to death.

Zhu Ziyue's eyes were too frightened, and it was terrifying to watch, and he was afraid that he would have a nightmare tonight.

Seeing people leaving, Zhu Ziyue got up and looked at the embarrassed boy on the ground, although he was somewhat similar to his younger brother, but his temperament was different.

The boy lying on the ground had a light in his eyes that had gone through vicissitudes.

Zhu Ziyue touched the purse on his waist, untied it, and threw it in front of the little boy.

"Don't be caught again in the future, the next time you are beaten to death, no one will stand up to help you."

After saying that, he turned around and left without hesitation.

He didn't say that he wouldn't steal anything next time, nor did he say that he should change his ways, but he didn't want to be caught next time.

The boy's gaze followed his back closely, and he couldn't take it back for a long time.

"The peach is dying, scorching its beauty...... The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. ”

The boy lying on the ground, holding the purse on the ground tightly.

He heard the words of poetry that came out of the man's mouth as he left.

The onlookers dispersed, and two men came out of the shadows, and they took the boy away.

At that time, the boy and Zhu Ziyue didn't know each other's names.

When the two meet again in the future, it will be a different scene.