"Bao'er, there is still here, you eat!" The old beggar squatted down again and handed the only half of the rotten cabbage leaf in his hand to Zhuo Yifan. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhuo Yifan looked at his eyes, which showed a foggy and blurry color, his face was full of oil stains, the clothes on his body were rotten and messy, and cotton wool was exposed from time to time, and his hands were like old bark, cracked and ravines, accompanied by bloody cuts. His legs were lame, and he struggled to stand on his feet, and when he squatted, he kept shaking and swaying in all directions.

He looked at Zhuo Yifan kindly, just like looking at his own son. His open mouth smelled foul, his teeth were covered with residual leaves and hay, and his lips were covered with dust from the ground. There were blood marks on his forehead, and it was obvious that he had been beaten with rattans.

He smiled in a daze, and kept motioning for Zhuo Yifan to take the yellowed rotten vegetable leaves in his hand, and the wrinkles on his face rippled layer by layer.

"Bao'er, eat quickly, Daddy is not hungry!" he urged again.

Zhuo Yifan looked at him blankly, feeling like seeing the meticulous care for himself when his father and mother were alive.

He trembled and stretched out his hand to take the old beggar's half of the yellowed rotten cabbage leaf.

When the old beggar saw him take the leaves, the smile on his face deepened.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the half of the vegetable leaf blankly, and there were unbearable tears in his eyes that were about to flow out, but he endured it, endured it again and again, and did not let it flow.

Just as he was about to send the half of the rotten cabbage leaf into his mouth, there was a "pop", and a wooden stick fell straight into his hand.

"Eat, I'll let you eat! Starve you bastard!" a strong man stood in front of Zhuo Yifan with a wooden stick thick at the wrist and said with a fierce face.

While scolding, he rubbed the half of the rotten cabbage leaf that fell from Zhuo Yifan's hand with his foot. After a while, the leaves were crumpled into a thin strip of green-brown grass. On the ground, the juice of vegetable leaves was rubbed out, leaving a few wet marks.

Zhuo Yifan recognized him, the man who had been calling him "big brother" in the old Qian gambling house, but now he showed people with this face.

"I'm dying of thirst, give me something to drink. Zhuo Yifan pleaded.

"Drink, jokes, you and I Feilongmen are almsgiving? It's a cold weather for Lao Tzu, and you miscellaneous pieces are frozen here, so that Lao Tzu can see you fools playing in full swing! Drink a wool yarn! Don't even think about drinking unless you tell me where the Blood Drinking Sword is!" the man said viciously.

"I don't know. Zhuo Yifan replied.

"I don't know! I don't know! I let you not know!" the strong man whipped Zhuo Yifan with a wooden stick.

"Don't hit Bao'er! Hehe, don't hit Bao'er, he's still young. The old beggar pleaded with a face full of pleading at the strong man.

"Bao'er, I'll go! What Bao'er, I think it's a bad star, it's a stupid person. His family was killed, and he couldn't even take revenge, so he returned Bao'er!" said the strong man with a disdainful expression.

"It's Bao'er, he's still young. The old beggar continued.

"Don't let me hit him, will you?" said the strong man with a wicked smile.

"Hmm. The old beggar nodded.

"Then I'll beat you to death! I'll let you give him vegetable leaves, I'll let you give them!" The strong man carried a wooden stick and smashed it at the old beggar.

After a few strokes, the old beggar's face was covered with blood, and he fell down in pain, rolling on the ground incessantly.

"Don't hit him, please, don't hit him!" Zhuo Yifan begged.

The strong man stopped the whipping action, looked at Zhuo Yifan, and roared: "If you don't beat him and beat you, then I will fulfill you!" said and hit Zhuo Yifan on the head and face.

After fighting for a while, Zhuo Yifan was beaten so that he couldn't move, and he was so tired that he was panting, so he stopped whipping, and then walked towards the opposite tavern with an angry face.

After a long time, Zhuo Yifan shook his body slightly, and struggled a few times.

Seeing this, the old beggar hurriedly got up and swayed towards Zhuo Yifan with a limp.

"Bao'er, are you okay, don't scare Dad!" he shook Zhuo Yifan like crazy, and burst into tears.

After a while, Zhuo Yifan slowly opened his eyes and winked at the old beggar a few times.

Seeing this, the old beggar quickly wiped his eyes and said loudly: "Bao'er, you are not dead, you are not dead." You wait for Daddy, Daddy will be back in a while!"

As he spoke, he limped towards the north side of the bazaar.

Zhuo Yifan was very weak at this time, he hadn't eaten or drunk for a few days, but fortunately, the rotten cabbage leaf just now swallowed it by himself, otherwise it was really hard to say whether he could resist the violent beating just now.

Time passed bit by bit, Zhuo Yifan's whole body was in pain, covered with scars, his eyes were still blackened with hunger, and his mouth was still burning like a fire.

The other beggars were still playing beside him, as if they hadn't seen the beating at all.

Zhuo Yifan knew that these people had brain problems, and he didn't expect them to be able to help him, but just hoped that they wouldn't get sick and hurt themselves, because he had no ability to resist.

After escaping death, Zhuo Yifan felt that time passed quickly. The sun quickly moved from the southeast to the south, and the warm sun it shone out made Zhuo Yifan's cold body slowly warm up.

It has been almost an hour since the old beggar left, and he has not returned. Zhuo Yifan guessed that he might have a lame foot, so he walked very slowly, and he was beaten violently by the man who guarded him from the Flying Dragon Gate just now, and he was injured, so his movement was even more inconvenient.

Judging from his excited expression just now, Zhuo Yifan thought that he should pick up something to eat, and pick up something to eat for his treasure.

The warmth of the sun faded as it began to tilt due south to the west.

Time passed silently, but the old beggar was nowhere to be seen. Zhuo Yifan was a little worried about his safety at this time.

The dry and cold of the first month began to shroud the whole land with the waning of the sun, Zhuo Yifan only felt the biting cold wind constantly coming, and he himself was very thin, so he could only keep shivering.

Seeing this, several other beggars stupidly threw the torn clothes they had picked up from nowhere on Zhuo Yifan.

Although it was full of unbearable smell, in this kind of weather, Zhuo Yifan couldn't care so much, and wrapped all those clothes around his body.

After that, my body was really warmer, and the shivering slowly disappeared.

The sun was about to set, but the old beggar still didn't come back.

"He won't encounter any accidents, right?" Zhuo Yifan pondered, his face anxious.

Although he is just a beggar, and he may be a beggar who has lost his son and gone crazy, his concern for himself makes Zhuo Yifan unable to care about his fate.