Looking at the cake that fell on the ground, the kind smile on Elder Chen's face did not change.

He sighed slightly, and said in the same gentle and encouraging voice as before: "What a good boy. He even remembered to bring me cakes."

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and rubbed the child's head.

Then he took out a handkerchief, bent down and wrapped it in his hand to pick it up.

In the blink of an eye, the hand was taken back.

Only Chi Qi's body and hands were covered in blood.

Xie Pingwu looked terrified.

She could even see Chi Qi trembling, but Elder Chen's smile remained unchanged.

She walked over quickly.

"Okay, put your hand over here." Elder Chen continued.

Chi Qi didn't want to reach out, but he also knew that the consequences of not reaching out would be death, so he still slowly raised the hand that was full of blood and seemed to be in terrible pain.

The jar in front of him was as terrifying as ever, and he closed his eyes slightly.

Just when he thought he was being greeted by sharp pain, a soft and warm hand held his. The palm of the other person's palm was dry and clean. While holding his hand, Chi Qi thought -

Dirty by him.

Elder Chen looked at Xie Pingwu indifferently, as if he was looking at an ant that could be easily crushed to death.

"Awu, what are you doing here?"

Xie Pingwu didn't know what role he was playing here, so he had to pretend to be dumbfounded and said, "I'll take Xiaochi back to study."

"But Xiaochi has something important to do today, so you should go back first."

Elder Chen had a very gentle and tolerant attitude towards Xie Pingwu.

"I don't."

Xie Pingwu vaguely sensed that the character he was playing might have a good identity, so he grabbed Chi Qi's hand and pulled him out, "Xiao Chi, you go and catch butterflies for me. You must catch a hundred butterflies."

Elder Chen seemed very unhappy, but he did not stop her.

Xie Pingwu pulled Chi Qi out of the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man lowered his eyes and looked at the hand she was holding.

Xie Pingwu's hands were clean and white, like delicate white jade, which made his hands even more rough.

His hands were covered with blood, dirt, and scars from the frostbite he had suffered last winter, not to mention the rumpled and hairy sleeves.

"Let go."

Xie Pingwu refused to let go.

She took a look around. There were many beautiful flowers and plants blooming everywhere, and colorful butterflies fluttered by from time to time.

"Catch butterflies for me." Xie Pingwu said, "Please."

Chi Qi lowered his head slightly.

"Help me, help me." Xie Pingwu grabbed his sleeve, shook his arm, and hugged his arm more boldly.

Only then did Chi Qi realize that Xie Pingwu really wanted the butterfly.

She wants him to help her catch butterflies.

He pursed his lips, unable to refuse for a moment, so he could only hum in a low voice.

There are flowers of various colors everywhere, which are particularly bright and beautiful because they are nourished by spiritual energy. When the wind blows over, the fragrant floral fragrance floats in the warm breeze of early summer, and falls into people's arms, making them feel as if they are sleeping.

Chi Qi's movements are very fast, so catching butterflies is not too difficult.

But a hundred of them are not too easy for a four-year-old child.

Chi Qi pounced for a long time until he was covered in mud and sweat. Then he held a large glass bottle and turned back to the previous pavilion to look for Xie Pingwu.

A young lady from an aristocratic family like her should be drinking an ice-cold spiritual drink at this moment, slowly watching him awkwardly catch a fragile butterfly.

But Xie Pingwu is not here.

He held the glass bottle and was at a loss for a while, then subconsciously looked back towards the flowerbed not far away.

The setting sun spreads everywhere like honey, giving the world around it a warm and false illusion.

There were many flowers spread around the little girl in the distance, and she also held a large bouquet of flowers in her arms. At this time, she saw Chi Qi looking towards her, and she waved to him happily, "Chi Qi,

I’ll give you all the flowers!”

He subconsciously walked towards her.

Xie Pingwu ran over, put the flower in his hand into his arms, and then opened the butterfly that he had caught all afternoon.

As soon as the bottle was opened, all the colorful and slender butterflies flew up in the wind and scattered around.

These beautiful but meaningless things surrounded Chi Qi, so that he was in a trance for a moment.

"I picked them all afternoon and I'm exhausted."

"Butterflies are still beautiful when they fly. Even if you catch them all afternoon, the flowers won't bloom for long."

"These flowers can't be wasted. You can take them back with me later to steam the essential oil. They are fragrant and expensive."

"Elder Chen, that piece of shit, it seems I have to find a way to deal with him."

Xie Pingwu talks to himself.

Just today, she saw Chi Qi being bullied and tortured so many times. Her current mood was very subtle, so subtle that it was a bit awkward and pretentious.

Chi Qi listened to her chatter in silence.

It wasn't until a while later that he said, "Xie Pingwu, thank you."

Xie Pingwu didn't know if he remembered who she was now, or if that was her name in this setting.

She pursed her lips, lay down on the flowers on the ground, then reached out and tugged at the corner of Chi Qi's clothes, "Chi Qi, we are friends, I will not fail to help you."

Chi Qi also slowly sat down, bent his knees and raised his head to look at the bloody setting sun in the distance.

He didn't speak, so Xie Pingwu had no choice but to output it himself.

"There are good things in this world, if you can't get them." Xie Pingwu glared at the sky angrily, and continued: "I give it to you with my own hands, so that you can be happy like everyone else.

When the heart is."

Chi Qi didn't say anything. He glanced sideways at Xie Pingwu.

Such eyes are not like those of a four-year-old child. There is a hint of desolation hidden in the calm and gloomy look.

There is a kind of fragility and bloodiness that has been broken by fate.

He lay next to Xie Pingwu with his hands on his hands and glanced sideways at Xie Pingwu.

"No, I want to get it myself."

Xie Pingwu's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to continue talking, but the fragrance of the flowers around her dissipated, and the setting sun in the distance turned into thick night.

A cold moon hung on the dead branches, and a few crows cooed.

Xie Pingwu noticed that the surroundings were cold, but there was a strong warmth in front of her face. She subconsciously looked over.

The seven-year-old child knelt on the charcoal fire, his flesh sizzling, and countless worms were entangled in his skin, crawling out and worming their way in.

Xie Pingwu subconsciously touched his sword.

But she came up empty.

"Okay, your parents trained you as a Gu weapon and then wanted to destroy you. If Elder Chen hadn't saved you, you would have died five years ago."

"You are doing well now, but you still want to escape from the Chi family."

"If I don't break your legs by roasting them on this charcoal fire today, it won't be enough to teach you this lesson!"

Xie Pingwu didn't touch the sword, so he picked up a broom and stabbed several people. He dodged to avoid several elders. He grabbed Chi Qi's arm, picked him up by the waist, raised his hand to catch the whirling broom,

A broom sweeps away anyone who blocks the road.

"See you in the fuck!"
Chapter completed!