The child almost subconsciously turned around and wanted to run, but he still couldn't get faster than the two adults and was surrounded by them.

"What is that in your hand?"

The man in question is not very strong, and is even a little thin. His eyebrows are very shallow, and his pair of inverted triangular eyes move restlessly, which makes people feel uncomfortable for no reason.

The child held the bottle tighter, pursed her lips and said nothing.

"I'm asking you something, bastard!"

Seeing that he was silent, another strong man kicked him, but the kick was in vain. He was furious: "How dare you hide!"

With a hand as big as a cattail leaf fan, he called out, with full force, the child turned sideways and tried to dodge again, but was still touched on the shoulder, and his thin body was immediately knocked to the ground.

The strong man couldn't understand his hatred. He raised his foot and stepped on his back, spitting fiercely: "What the hell!"

The child's chest was suffocated by being stepped on, but he still suppressed the groan that reached his throat, and his hand holding the bottle did not loosen at all.

"There is still a bit of the blood of our Zhiluogan."

The triangle-eyed man said with a smile, but his tone was slightly sarcastic, and he knelt down to pick up the bottle in his hand: "This thing looks fresh to me. Brother, I have never had the opportunity to see it before, so let us

Take a look."

The child's eyes changed, and he held on to the bottle tightly without letting go, but was stepped on by the strong man again. He couldn't help but scream in pain, and at the same time, the thing in his hand was taken away effortlessly.

"This is a good thing." Triangle Eyes looked at the things in his hands and smiled.

"Give me back!"

The triangular eyes moved for a moment, then lowered their eyes and looked down at the child who had no power to resist: "Huh?"

"Give it back to me!" The hoarse voice was not as crisp as a child's. The child raised his head and stared at him with bloodshot eyes without blinking.

But his resistance was insignificant in the eyes of the two of them. The strong man sneered and was about to teach him a lesson, but was stopped by Triangle Eyes who raised his hand. The latter reached out and touched the child's head and said with a smile: "

Son, this is Zhiluo Gan, don’t worry about things that don’t belong to you.”

His tone was quite kind, but his actions were completely inconsistent with his roughness.

The child's head was pressed hard to the ground, and his face rubbed against the rough stones on the ground, causing a burning pain, but he didn't make a sound.

He should have known a long time ago that in a place like Zhiluogan, nothing truly belongs to him. If he has no ability to protect it, he will only be robbed.

If it weren't for the so-called law, the weak might not even be able to save their own lives.

But competing with wild beasts for food, as long as there is a little injury, how good will the result be...

There was stubbornness in the child's eyes, and there was a hint of despair and unwillingness hidden deep in his eyes. Even though it was uncomfortable to live, he still could not forget his instinct to live.

But the expected pain did not come, and the foot on his back suddenly moved away.

The child turned his eyes and saw two people walking away along the gap between the horizon and the weeds. However, his expression did not look relaxed at all. Instead, he clenched his teeth even more deeply.

Before the two people had gone far, the strong man said dissatisfiedly: "Brother, when did you become so kind-hearted? You are just a bastard. You haven't seen many of them in Zhiluogan. You actually plan to let him go."

A horse?”

As if something unbelievable had happened, the strong man's expression was exaggerated: "And this broken milk bottle, how much is it worth if sold?"

"What do you know."

She glanced sideways at him with her triangular eyes, reached out to touch the bottle, squinted her eyes and said intoxicatedly: "This is something used by nobles."

The strong man curled his lips and was very disapproving. For him, only money is a good thing. With money, you can have countless food and wine, enjoy endless beauties, and nobles? That thing is too far away from them, and it is useless.

What's more, it's a used milk bottle, so it's hard to sell it. If you can sell it and exchange it for a bottle of wine, it's good. His eldest brother actually treats it as a treasure?

The strong man's disgusted expression was undisguised. He glanced at him with his triangular eyes and said slowly: "Brother, how many things have you seen used by nobles?"

The strong man didn't know why he suddenly asked this, but his eldest brother had always been smart, and it was because of his intelligence that he led him to live a comfortable life with food and wine, so even though he was a little dissatisfied,

, but not angry, not to mention the question is easy to answer.

He has never been out of Zhiluo Gan. There are also some nobles in this chaotic world, but they all protect themselves too well and are ashamed to be seen by the lowly poor people, so they rarely show themselves to others, so that he

I only saw the noble once a few times, and I glanced at him from a distance without even seeing his appearance clearly.

As for the things used by the nobles, he had seen them a few times, but they were still numerous. He could count them on his fingers, and it was rare for him to remember them clearly.

After counting them one by one, the strong man asked doubtfully: "Brother, why do you ask this?"

Those things are worth more than this milk bottle, so the nobles are so fucking poor, what the hell!

The triangular-eyed man didn't answer, but just narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "We have only seen a few of them in all these years. This bastard's hair hasn't even started to grow yet, but he actually got such an exquisite thing. He is really lucky."

What's so good? We finally snatched it away. The strong man cursed in his heart and listened to his elder brother say again: "Where did you get it from?"

"We didn't watch him come over there, of course..."

The strong man replied subconsciously, but halfway through he finally came to his senses and said in surprise: "Wait a minute, that place is heavily guarded, how can someone let something out? No matter what, it won't be this bastard's turn -

kind."

"But he just brought out a milk bottle." Triangle Eyes said, "It's still warm."

The strong man's eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother, you are..."

"At present, it seems there are only two possibilities." Triangle Eyes shook the bottle, looked at the churning water inside and said with a smile: "One is that the noble accidentally discarded it and was picked up by him, the other is... someone has a kind heart.

Given to him."

It is unlikely that they would throw it away, at least they have never heard of it once. Even if those sick nobles want to throw something away, they will not allow it to be picked up by them. They are so evil.

Then there is only the second kind... Thinking of the skinny appearance of that bastard, the strong man felt that it was still possible, but then he couldn't help but sneer: "Those guys also have kind hearts?"

There are so many unraised children in Zhiluogan. Most of them have been taken away by wild beasts, and there are no good-hearted ones.
Chapter completed!