Ding Hao felt like he was walking in the scenes of a costume TV series in his previous life, and suddenly had the illusion of time and space travel.

Walking in the crowd, Ding Hao's dusty temperament and the white horse's divine horse attracted a lot of attention.

"Uncle, come have a bowl of noodles. Ding Hao chose a slightly clean food stall, tied the [Snowy Lion Dragon Beast] to the horse stake, and stretched out his hand to greet the boss.

The owner of the stall is a white-haired elderly couple about sixty years old, the old grandfather's back is slightly hunched, but he is in good spirits, his face is ruddy, he greets guests back and forth, the old woman cooks noodles out of the pot with her hands and feet, although the two are dressed plainly, obviously not a rich family, but the expression is extremely satisfied, the old man helps the old woman wipe his sweat from time to time, and envy others.

The stall was surrounded by a strong aroma, and there were many customers, and Ding Hao followed the aroma to find it.

"All right, lad, lad, here comes your face. The old man dragged his long cavity and put a bowl of noodles full of color and flavor in front of Ding Hao's eyes, steaming, in such a snowy winter day, instantly giving people a kind of warmth.

Ding Hao snorted, and suddenly his index finger moved, and he was about to start immediately, when suddenly, there was a sound of swallowing saliva from the side.

Turning his head to look, he saw a tattered child standing next to the stall, his big black eyes widened, staring directly at the noodle bowl in front of Ding Hao, his eyes were full of envy.

This little child, emaciated, obviously undernourished, I don't know how many times he has been wearing it, it is simply a hundred clothes that can't see the original appearance clearly, covered in mud stains, and his bare hands outside are frozen blue, looking extremely pitiful, obviously hungry for a long time, and his expression is a little trance.

Next to the children, there were five or six adults, all of whom looked malnourished, with thin faces and tattered clothes, which were incompatible with the lively and noisy atmosphere of the night market, and they all had embarrassed and shy looks on their faces, perhaps following the aroma to the noodle stall, and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"Daddy, I'......m hungry," a little child whispered.

The voice is crisp, as pleasant as a yellow oriole in the hollow valley, it is actually a girl, but it is unkempt, and because of malnutrition and no development, it looks like a boy.

The person who was called Dad was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his early thirties, about one meter eight tall, but extremely thin, just skinny, with blue lips, maybe he was extremely hungry, and his body was a little trembling, Wen Yan showed an embarrassed look on his face, looked into his arms, and finally shook his head gloomily, touched the little girl's forehead, and said, "Xue'er is good, bear with it a little longer, and Dad will help you find something to eat in a while......

As he spoke, he looked around for a while, saw that there were leftovers from others, and plucked up the courage to ask for a little, but unfortunately every time he was scolded back as if he was called Hanako, and some vendors looked at these people from afar, and waved their hands in disgust to let them go.

"Fuck, stinky Hanako, robbing Lao Tzu's things, can't you find death?"

A sturdy young warrior stood up and cursed, and with a wave of his hand, he somersaulted the little girl's father, just because the middle-aged man wanted to pour the little soup he had eaten on the little girl.

The middle-aged man fell to the ground, knocking lightly, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The other five or six companions hurriedly helped the middle-aged man up, angry and angry, but they dared not speak in anger.

The little girl rushed to her father in a panic, and the crystal tears flowed down her eyes, crying: "Daddy, Daddy, Xue'er is not hungry, Xue'er is not hungry at all......"

Ding Hao saw this scene and sighed in his heart.

In essence, the Endless Continent is a cold world where the weak eat the strong, and the prosperity of the night market in front of him can't cover up the tragedy of the weak, no matter where it is, bullying always happens, and I don't know why, Ding Hao's originally good mood was completely destroyed by this scene in front of him.

"Fuck, I moved Lao Tzu's things, I just want to leave like this, stop, and pay Lao Tzu!" The young warrior was aggressive and vicious, and because of the little leftover soup at the bottom of the bowl, the lion opened his mouth and asked the little girl's father to compensate him for ten taels of silver.

"I ...... I don't have any money, uncle, I don't dare anymore......" The middle-aged man trembled with fright.

"No money, what's in your arms?" The young warrior smiled maliciously and grabbed into the arms of the middle-aged man, who didn't know martial arts, how to dodge it?

"No, don't, this is the life-saving money that our village has put together, we are going to use it to hire a guardian warrior......" The middle-aged man rushed over to snatch the silver back as if he was crazy, and several other companions were also anxious at this time, and rushed over desperately, surrounding the young warrior in the middle.

"Haha, hillbillies, what, you want to win with more?" the young warrior sneered and slapped the table.

Hula!

Next to him, there were more than a dozen strong men with big shoulders and round waists, dressed as warriors, carrying weapons on their bodies, with hideous expressions and fierce breaths, at first glance, they were wandering warriors who had killed people and seen blood, and they sneered one by one, surrounding seven or eight countrymen like Hanako in the middle.

"You...... I ......" The middle-aged man and his gang were frightened, and begged bitterly: "Uncles, it's good, this silver is really life-saving money, the guardian warrior in our village is missing, we have to use it to rehire the guardian warrior, without the guardian warrior, hundreds of people up and down the village can't survive this winter!"

"I don't care if you live or die in the village, if you touch Lao Tzu's things, you have to lose money, don't fucking be verbose, otherwise even if Lao Tzu slaughters you, it will be as easy as slaughtering a dog." The young samurai smirked, not at all showing the slightest sympathy.

The eyes of the middle-aged people were already full of despair.

Ding Hao sighed, sat in place and beckoned gently, and an invisible force poured out.

The young warrior only felt a sudden lightness in his hand, and the silver he was holding flew out uncontrollably, turning into a string of silver streamers, and submerged into Ding Hao's hands three or four meters away.

"If you have to spare people and spare people, why do you want to kill them all?" Ding Hao put the silver on the table in front of him, and did not look back.

"What the fuck are you...... Little bastard, what kind of thing are you, and you dare to care about my [Ben Thunder Sword] Wenxin?" The young martial artist was furious and reported his name, as if he was a little famous in this area, otherwise he would not have made the surrounding spectators gasp-

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