Vicious cannon fodder is prohibited for beauties to play

Chapter 420: All Things Are Straw Dogs (2)

The first snow of this winter didn't last long and stopped after a while.

But the temperature suddenly became several times colder.

It was not yet dark, but there were few pedestrians on both sides of the street, and even the shops had closed early.

People die in the city every day, and no one cares about the little beggar lying on the street.

From a distance, it looked like a frozen wild dog lying there.

However, after nightfall, the little beggar, who seemed dead and frozen in the eyes of others, slowly began to move.

His sunken chest seemed to have recovered a lot. He gasped for air in his throat, and with difficulty moved his limbs, he slowly propped himself up. He sat down for a while, and then stood up shakily.

With a limp step, the small figure slowly disappeared on the street.

The little beggar was obviously very familiar with the terrain here. Although he walked slowly, he did not hesitate. He crossed the widest street, turned into another area, and plunged into the area with many spider-web-like alleys. It was already completely dark.

Finally he arrived at a courtyard that looked quite old.

Standing at the wall near the front door, the little beggar showed some hesitation on his face. He raised his hand and gently touched his belly, then he sighed.

I originally ate a bun to satisfy my hunger.

But he had almost been beaten to death just now, and in order to stay alive, his body recovered on its own. Not only did he digest the buns he had eaten all at once, but he also used up all the nutrients that he had managed to replenish his body with during this period of time.

He was really hungry now, so hungry that he wanted to eat himself.

"Squeak-"

The door in front of me opened.

A tall figure appeared behind the door.

The little beggar quickly took two steps back and looked up at the person behind the door. Before he could utter a reluctant "mother", he was slapped several times in the face.

"You still remember to come back? It's bad enough that you go out and fool around every day, but you also keep causing trouble for me! Why don't you just die out there?"

The little beggar's nose started bleeding again. He wiped it away carelessly with the back of his hand, raised his head and looked at the woman with a cold gaze, then suddenly turned around and was about to leave.

But this time he failed to leave. The woman reached out and grabbed him, dragging him towards the door. "Come back here, where else do you want to run to? Get in here!"

The little beggar struggled a bit, but he knew very well that it was impossible to break free.

Although his mother is tall and thin, and even looks a bit frail when she keeps her mouth shut, her level in the world of cultivation is at least at the Golden Core stage, and she is already a master in the City of Life and Death.

It would be easy for her to crush him to death.

The little beggar gave up struggling and was dragged into the yard like a dead dog.

Wen Li Niang threw the little beggar to the ground, clasped her hands in front of her body, lowered her eyes and looked at him with a gloomy expression.

"Tsk, how many times did you have to roll around in the mud to get this dirty? Little bastard, I raised you from a crawling kid to this age, but I didn't let you look at me like an enemy."

She squatted down and pinched the little beggar's chin.

Wen Li Niang might have been possessed by some evil spirit recently, and she suddenly started to imitate those pretentious brothel girls, wearing gauze and burning incense.

Her approach made the little beggar smell a strong and sweet fragrance, which not only made his nose itchy, but also made him feel a little nauseous.

He was angered by the way Wen Li Niang looked at the goods. He knew very well that he was too weak now, and there would be no good consequences if he offended Wen Li Niang.

But maybe he really is what Wen Li Niang said, a traitorous bastard.

He sneezed at Wen Liniang, and his saliva and snot sprayed all over Wen Liniang's face.

Seeing Wen Li'niang screaming and letting go of him, and wiping her face with her sleeves, the little beggar laughed out loud.

What a pity! All the buns in his stomach had been digested and used to recover from his injuries, so there was nothing left in his stomach.

Otherwise, he would not have sneezed just now, but would have spit directly into Wen Li Niang's face.

Wen Li's mother screamed, punched and kicked him, and cursed him as dirty as she could.

Soon, the little beggar was beaten to death again.

"I wonder how long you can keep your bones strong." Wen Li Niang squatted beside the little beggar and smiled sinisterly, "Do you think that because you secretly cut your horns again and again and deliberately make yourself dirty every day, I don't know what you are and what you look like?"

"Haha...you are so naive. Not to mention that you turned yourself into a beggar, even if you disfigured yourself, with your bloodline, there would be many people who would want to capture you."

Wen Li Niang stretched out her hand, pinched the little beggar's chin tightly, not allowing him to turn his head, and showed him a vicious smile, "If you don't want to live a life worse than death, you'd better be sensible and obedient, and don't think about running away. You know, even if you run to the horizon, I can still find you."

Feeling very uncomfortable with the look in the little beggar's eyes, Wen Li's mother not only said what she meant, but also slapped the little beggar's face twice with great force.

If Wen Li Niang hadn't been worried about whether the little bastard's teeth would grow back after being knocked out, which would affect his appearance, she would certainly not have shown mercy.

Wen Li Niang threw the little beggar into cold water and asked him to wash himself clean.

Although the little beggar wanted to continue to disgust Wen Li Niang and was unwilling to reveal his true face, the same thing still applies: he was no match for Wen Li Niang.

Finally he washed it.

It's just that he was unwilling to take off the white cloth wrapped around his head, and Wen Li Niang probably thought that his bloody head looked disgusting and unlucky, so she didn't force him to do so.

Wen Li Niang threw him a new set of clothes and sent him back to his room.

She put a ban outside the door.

The little beggar threw the fragrant new clothes in his hand to the ground with disgust, took the dirty clothes that he had rubbed with bath water after taking them off, and hung them in the room.

He was only wearing a pair of old shorts that were half a length shorter than before. He was so skinny that he had barely any flesh on his body. His ribs, which had not yet fully grown from the severe injuries, were clearly visible under the thin layer of skin, not to mention the various large and small scars on his chest and back.

At this time, the bruise on his chest had turned into a scary blue-black color, a large mass, stretching across his fair chest.

A normal person who suffered such an injury would not look so indifferent as he does now. At the very least, he would have to lie in bed and be unable to get up.

It wasn't because he wasn't in pain.

It’s not entirely because being beaten and injured has become his norm and he has become accustomed to enduring it.

It’s because he is not a human being, and his tolerance and recovery abilities are different from those of ordinary people or even demons.

The people in Life and Death City are a mixed bunch, with all kinds of backgrounds and even races.

Humans, demons, monsters...

Over time, there will naturally be half-human, half-demon, half-monster...

These beings appeared with mixed bloodlines of two or even three races.

However, such existence is the lowest of the lowest in the City of Life and Death, and is the most despised existence. Basically, such "hybrids" either cannot be born, or do not live long after being born.

The little beggar is exactly such a person.

But he was not born in the City of Life and Death.

He was born in the border area of ​​the Demon Realm, north of the Northern Wilderness.