The man waving was a half-year-old boy dressed as a beggar. He was thin, short, unkempt, and probably no more than fifteen years old. He greeted with dirty hands, and in a clear voice with inappropriate vigor, "Come and take shelter from the rain!"

He gave way to reveal a small fire in the temple, indicating that there was a fire to warm himself to.

Zhou Xiaodu shook his head. He wanted to refuse, but he saw a puppy coming out from under the little beggar's feet. It was covered in gray hair and wagging its tail. It was not the little puppy that she had fed cakes to earlier.

?

Her heart moved slightly, and she felt that she was quite destined, so she walked forward in silence.

After entering the temple, Zhou Xiaodu couldn't help but squat down and caress the little dog, "We meet again, little Huihui." However, the little gray dog ​​disliked her cold and clammy hands and jumped up and hid behind the little beggar.

."Did you raise this?" she asked.

The little beggar nodded, "This is my good brother." His whole face was dirty, and his hair was messy on his head. He was so slovenly that it reminded people of the rotten vegetable leaves discarded in the market. But,

His eyes were very beautiful, with the ends of them raised, looking around, showing an incongruous beauty.

It turns out there is a master. Zhou Xiaodu felt a little disappointed and did not speak, but just nodded.

The little beggar saw this man squatting there with rain dripping from his body, and asked curiously: "Where are you going?"

Zhou Xiaodu twisted his clothes and said, "Go home."

The little beggar felt that this man was a little careless and said strangely: "But it's raining, why don't you find a place to take shelter first and wait until the rain stops before leaving?"

Zhou Xiaodu answered matter-of-factly: "I'm afraid it will rain for a long time, and I want to go home and rest early." It's wet, cold, and pitch black outside, so there's no place for the comfort of my own nest.

"This early spring rain is not much warmer than winter. Aren't you cold?" The little beggar's eyes widened in surprise.

"I'm not cold."

The little beggar thought that this man was a tough talker, so he sneered: "Your face is blue from the cold, and you still say it's not cold? Come over and warm yourself by the fire."

Zhou Xiaodu didn't refute and followed him to sit next to the fire.

The warm yellow firelight swayed in front of her eyes, and the chill in her body was driven away. She suddenly felt that her mood was much brighter. She stretched out her two hands and baked her palms dry and warm. Zhou Xiaodu waved to the little gray dog, "Come here.

Let me touch it."

The little gray dog ​​seemed to recognize her. He came forward obediently and was petted by her. He squinted his eyes and showed a satisfied expression.

The little beggar looked on and took out half of the sesame cake from his pocket and started to nibble on it. Zhou Xiaodu saw that the sesame cake looked familiar, as if it was the one he fed to the puppy, so he imagined a scene of a loyal dog bringing food.

, couldn't help but feel a little speechless.

Noticing her gaze, the little beggar immediately swallowed the sesame seed cake in three bites, then clapped his hands to show that he had finished eating.

Zhou Xiaodu was even more speechless.

She asked: "Is this cake delicious?"

The little beggar shook his head and said, "I swallowed it too fast and didn't taste it."

A slight smile appeared on Zhou Xiaodu's lips, "I'm pretty good at making sesame seed cakes. I'll bring some for you to try some other time... Well, if I have a chance to see you again."

"Okay. If we are destined to meet, we will meet again." As he said that, the little beggar lay back lazily and closed his bright black eyes.

Zhou Xiaodu touched the dog's head and asked him: "Are you going to sleep?"

The little beggar sniffed, smacked his lips and said, "Originally, I was, but now I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep."

Zhou Xiaodu raised his eyebrows and asked with some interest: "Because someone is coming?" She heard footsteps approaching, very heavy and impatient footsteps, but because of the interference of the rain, most people should have paid attention.

Not available.

The little beggar nodded and sat up again, his eyes serious, "What's more important is that it smells of blood."

Zhou Xiaodu naturally smelled the smell of blood in the smell of rain, so she felt it was even more interesting. She smiled with interest and said: "You little beggar, you have a very good ear and nose." How could ordinary people have such a thing?

Such a keen sense of perception.

The little beggar thought that the young man was teasing him, so he turned away angrily, "If you don't believe it, we can make a bet."

Zhou Xiaodu joked: "What are you betting on me? Are you betting on me your puppy?"

The little beggar suddenly turned around and snatched the little gray dog ​​away, "This is my brother! How can he use it for betting?!"

The confused little gray dog: "Woof woof?"

While they were talking, the owner of the bloody smell had arrived outside the temple. The two of them knew that the bet could not be won, so they both looked at the visitor.

He was a thin, middle-aged man with protruding eyes, buck teeth, and a scabby head. His left leg was completely cut off below the knee and replaced with a steel-forged prosthetic leg. In short, his appearance was very personal.

The man with the scabby head was also carrying a girl in green clothes who was tied up. The girl was all wet. Her thin gauze clothes clung to her body, outlining her graceful curves. Her mouth was gagged and she was saying "Oh."

"Ugh". It was precisely because there was a person on his shoulders that the footsteps were particularly heavy.

"Hey, there's a fire to bake!" the man with the skinny head made a hoarse voice, "It saves me trouble." He slapped the girl in green on the buttocks, making the girl struggle violently.

The scabby man glared at Zhou Xiaodu and the little beggar. Seeing that one of them was fourteen or fifteen years old and the other seventeen or eighteen years old, he sarcastically said, "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a man or a woman? You don't have hair on either of them."

You grown-up boy, why don’t you get out of the way?!"

The little beggar glanced at the arrogant yellow big teeth, picked up the little gray dog, and silently slipped into the corner, shrinking into a little mushroom. Zhou Xiaodu turned a blind eye and remained motionless.

Seeing that Zhou Xiaodu was sitting still, the man with the skinny head roughly threw the girl in green to where the little beggar was sitting, and stepped in front of Zhou Xiaodu in two steps.

The disgusting bloody smell hit his face, and Zhou Xiaodu's gaze just happened to be level with his abdomen. There was a long wound there, which seemed to be injured by a sharp weapon. The injury was not serious.

The scabby man looked down at Zhou Xiaodu, as if he were watching a snail crawling on the porch during heavy rain, with full contempt. He asked sinisterly: "Are you deaf? I said, get out of the way."

Zhou Xiaodu plucked his ears without even raising his eyelids, "I said, I don't want to let you go."

The scabby man laughed angrily, "Do you know who I am? Boy, I'm not a big man, but I'm very brave."

"You? I know." Zhou Xiaodu looked at the fire in front of him and said in a calm tone, "A shameless gangster who robbed civilian girls and is shockingly ugly."

Hearing this, the girl in green clothes on the side looked at Zhou Xiaodu with bright eyes, showing approval, and nodded wildly, "Uh-huh (that's right)!"

"Huh--" The man with the scabby head pulled out a short knife from his waist and said with a ferocious smile: "Hmph, my iron-legged immortal once made a rule to kill one person a day. I really didn't have time to spare today, so I thought I was going to break the rule.

…I didn’t expect that God sent you, a fool, to fill my shoes.”

Zhou Xiaodu Yun Danfengqing's face suddenly couldn't hold back anymore, and his whole face wrinkled up. He looked up at him and sighed in shock: "What does you have to do with the word 'immortal'?!"

"You brat, you're going to die!" The man with the scabby head was furious and swung his dagger towards Zhou Xiaodu.
Chapter completed!