Hu Ling'er never expected that Jian Xinan would bring her here.
Looking at the ruined temple not far away, Hu Ling'er was shocked.
This was the beggar's den where she had helped, and there were a lot of people, old and young, living there.
In fact, it's shameful to say that there have been so many things recently that she almost forgot about this place, but she didn't expect that Jian Xinan still remembered it, and she only knew to mention it to him at the beginning.
"Do you want to give them the money?" This man always gives her so many unexpected surprises.
"Yes, isn't this what you like to do?" Jian Xinan smiled and nodded, then raised her hand, and handed it to her with a veil, "Snow Fox, please."
This guy is really thoughtful.
Hu Ling'er took the veil and put it on. When she turned her eyes, she saw a black mask on Jian Xinan's face.
His expression paused slightly. Isn't this mask the Saint's?
he……
"Are you a holy thief?" Hu Ling'er exhaled in disbelief, her eyes widening.
When they were changing clothes before, both of them had changed into black clothes. Now that he was wearing a mask, Hu Ling'er had to be shocked, because even his body shape was similar to the holy doctor she met last time.
However, Jian Xinan shook her head and said, "A holy doctor is enough for me, so I don't want this holy thief."
He said this as if he was wronged by being a holy thief.
Hu Ling'er rolled her eyes speechlessly, but she was also sure that Jian Xinan was not a holy thief. After all, when she met the holy thief, Jian Xinan had not yet arrived from Tianyin Kingdom.
And there is no need for him to hide this identity from himself.
"I didn't expect you, a fake, to be so handsome." Hu Ling'er patted Jian Xinan's shoulder with satisfaction and walked in first.
In the ruined temple, the old and young were taking a nap after lunch. After their nap, they would go out to beg.
As beggars, they were already very alert. When they heard footsteps at the door, several people turned their heads and looked over.
After seeing Hu Ling'er, everyone was slightly stunned. After a moment, a little boy's voice sounded: "Sister, it's my sister who came to see us!"
Hu Ling'er followed the sound and looked over, only to see the little boy who led her here last time jump up from the ground and run towards her.
This child's recognition ability is really strong. This time she was wearing men's clothes and a veil, and he recognized her again.
But the last time she was at the gate of Guanyue Tower, she was clearly dressed as a princess, and he could recognize her, so this time it was not strange.
"My benefactor, I really am a benefactor." Upon hearing this, the people inside, both sleeping and not asleep, got up on their knees and even kowtowed to Hu Ling'er.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Hu Ling'er became anxious when she saw it, and quickly stepped forward to ask everyone to get up: "Hurry up, get up."
But everyone was still kneeling on the ground. One of them, a gray-haired old woman, said: "My benefactor, it's all thanks to you that we can save our lives. Please let us thank you."
"Yes, if it weren't for you, my child would have starved to death. You must bear this bow."
"benefactor……"
Hu Ling'er was a bit at a loss as she thanked her benefactor one after another. Seeing so many old people with gray hair kneeling in front of her, how could she bear it?
In fact, after helping them clean up that day, she never came again. She only asked Min Mo to invite doctors a few times and sent money a few times. Unexpectedly, they remembered it deeply in their hearts.
"Wouldn't it be nice if you said you had accepted their thanks?" Just when she didn't know what to do, Jian Xinan's voice came to her ears.
When Hu Ling'er heard this, she quickly said: "Okay, I have received your wishes, get up."
Everyone was about to get up when they looked up and saw Jian Xinan next to Hu Ling'er. Looking at his attire, they suddenly became excited again: "Holy Thief, are you the Holy Thief?"
"Oh my god, it turns out that the holy thief and the benefactor are together, thank God!"
"Lord Holy Thief, please accept our bows."
Seeing everyone kneeling down and worshiping again, Hu Ling'er saw the corners of Jian Xinan's masked lips twitching slightly, and then she moved towards him with a bit of gloating and said, "Do you feel peaceful?"
Pouring her lips, Jian Xinan said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "It's a bit awkward. The main thing is that I feel guilty."
Yes, he is a fake, and it is naturally awkward for him to claim the credit of someone else's holy thief.
In desperation, Jian Xinan could only say: "Okay, everyone, get up quickly."
As Jian Xinan spoke, she pulled up the little boy closest to them, then took out the money that they had packed together from her sleeves, and said kindly: "This is what Sister Xue Fox gave to you. It's cold."
, please add some clothes for everyone."
"Sister Snow Fox?" The little boy blinked, then looked at Hu Ling'er, and said excitedly: "Sister, is your name Snow Fox?"
Hu Ling'er looked at Jian Xinan. Doesn't this person even need to discuss things with her now? He actually named her like this.
But this is indeed a good way to spread the reputation of Snow Fox. After all, these beggars are first-rate in collecting intelligence and spreading news.
Thinking of this, Hu Ling'er touched the little boy's head without disdain and said, "Yes, my name is Xue Fox, and you can also call me Sister Hu'er."
Linghu was her codename in modern times, a title that had been lost for a long time.
"Sister Hu'er, Sister Hu'er!" When the children heard this, they all cheered.
Hu Ling'er smiled and glanced at everyone, then turned slightly and finally stopped in a certain corner. Then she narrowed her eyes and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with him? Is he sick?"
In the corner of the ruined temple, a man was huddled there. His face was covered with messy hair, and his clothes were in tatters. He didn't know whether it was because of the cold or illness, but he was shivering.
Although he couldn't see his face clearly, judging from his figure, he was obviously a man.
At this time, an older woman said: "I don't know where this man came from. He suddenly broke in last night and has been hiding there. We went to talk to him, but he ignored us.
He didn't eat even if he was given something. He seemed to be injured. He might be a fool or a mute, and he was beaten seriously. Hey..."
This place is originally a beggar's den. Occasionally, other beggars come in, but no one takes it seriously. Moreover, the people here are old, weak, women and children. Everyone has sympathy for each other, so naturally they will not exclude others or bully others. Some are willing to join them.
They will also accept it.
Hearing that he was injured, Hu Ling'er looked at Jian Xinan, who immediately understood, smiled helplessly, and then walked towards the man.
He just said that after following Hu Ling'er, he, the holy doctor, was no longer holy at all. As long as she looked at her, he would have to treat people obediently.
Although he used to see doctors as he pleased, regardless of high or low status, it didn't mean that he looked down on beggars, but he inevitably felt a little aggrieved.
Walking in front of the man, Jian Xinan slowly squatted down and said, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Let me take a look."
Jian Xinan's voice was always gentle and slow, but now she was even more gentle to avoid scaring him.
But even so, the man still shrank back warily, not even daring to raise his head.
Hu Ling'er wrinkled and walked over, saying softly: "Don't be afraid, we have no ill intentions, we just want to check your injuries."
"Yes, Sister Hu'er and Sheng Thief are both good people. They saved all of us. Don't be afraid."
"That's right. You have been sitting here for a day and a night. If you continue like this, you will die."
Everyone in the temple also came to persuade him.
After hearing the word "death", the man's body froze slightly, and after a while, he finally raised his head.
His entire face was completely black, and it was impossible to see his true appearance, but judging from the blood at the corner of his mouth, it seemed that he had been seriously injured.
His tattered clothes didn't seem to belong to him at all. They were thin and small, and they were barely wrapped around his body. They looked even thinner on this early winter day.
He looked at Jian Xinan squatting in front of him with confused eyes, and then looked up at Hu Ling'er, still wary.
He moved his lips, maybe he wanted to speak, but before he could say a word, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound.
"Ah!" everyone exclaimed.
Jian Xinan grabbed his wrist so fast that he had no time to react.
His hand was as cold as a piece of ice. Jian Xinan frowned slightly, then placed her fingers on his pulse.
But the next moment, Jian Xinan's eyes narrowed, and her face under the mask instantly sank.
The man may have felt something, and he wanted to pull his hand back, but Jian Xinan held him tightly, leaving no room for resistance.
"How's it going?" Hu Ling'er stood behind Jian Xinan. She couldn't see his expression and didn't know what he was thinking, so she asked a little worriedly.
But Jian Xinan didn't answer him. Her men paused for a moment, and then suddenly pulled off the man's shirt.
"Oh my god, why are you so injured?!"
After seeing the injuries on his body, everyone once again screamed in shock, and even Hu Ling'er covered her mouth in shock.
I saw an obvious palm print on his chest, but what was more serious was not the palm print, but a strip wound extending from the shoulder to the waist. The skin and flesh were everted, and red-purple blood was constantly seeping out.
out.
If Hu Ling'er guessed correctly, it should be a whip mark, and it was definitely not an ordinary whip mark.
Whip marks?
Narrowing her eyes, Hu Ling'er seemed to have thought of something.
"Get away! Get away!" At this moment, the man suddenly got angry, shouted, gathered up his clothes, and shrank back into the corner, as if he was not allowed to approach strangers.
Jian Xinan stood up silently, then turned to look at Hu Ling'er, but saw alertness and surprise in her eyes.
Already understanding in his heart, he took Hu Ling'er's hand and said, "Come out with me."
Hu Ling'er didn't say anything. After taking a look at the person in the corner, she followed Jian Xinan and walked out.
Seeing how ignorant this man was, everyone started to blame him: "You really don't understand good people's hearts. The Holy Thief was kind enough to save you, but you told him to get out of here!"
"You are not grateful at all. I'm warning you, you can die if you want, but you can die outside if you want."
Outside the door, the two of them stopped, then Jian Xinan looked behind her and whispered: "Did you see anything?"
"Yes." Hu Ling'er nodded. Although she was a little unsure, she still said: "This whip injury is very much like that left by Xia Yihan's whip."
"Yes." Jian Xinan nodded affirmatively, "Although I'm not sure whether that slap was caused by Xia Yihan, the whip injury was definitely caused by Xia Yihan's Ice Breaker, and this person is also a martial arts practitioner.
It’s just that the true energy in his body has been frozen by the cold air from the broken ice, that’s why he’s like this.”
"The person who will be hurt by Xia Yihan..." Hu Ling'er touched her chin with one hand and murmured to herself. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she looked at Jian Xinan, "Could it be him?!"
Jian Xinan naturally knew who the "him" she was referring to was. She nodded and affirmed again: "I guess so, and judging from the body shape, they are indeed somewhat similar."
The person they were talking about was none other than Qi Muqing, who raped Sang Rong last night and was injured by Xia Yihan before jumping into the lake and escaping.
"How could such a coincidence happen?" Hu Ling'er's eyes were focused, and she frowned in deep thought.
She had seen with her own eyes how Xia Yihan's ice-breaking force was so powerful. When the whip flew away, so many people turned into ice scum.
Qi Muqing was whipped by him. If no one could save him, he would definitely be in danger.
But neither she nor Jian Xinan had any reason to save him. He joined forces with Sang Rong and almost ruined his reputation. Moreover, after saving him, he would definitely continue to fight against Xia Yihan. Wouldn't it be worse if he died?
simply?
Perhaps seeing the hesitation in her heart, Jian Xinan said slowly: "You decide whether to save me or not."
Hu Ling'er pursed her lips, then thought for a while, nodded and said: "Save him, keep this person, maybe he will be useful in the future."
In fact, this is what Hu Ling'er thinks. If Qi Muqing was here, Qi Hongqing might still have some scruples and wouldn't be so obsessed with getting rid of Xia Yihan.
Another point is that he can at least prove that San Rong is colluding with him, and she might be able to use him to contain San Rong.
Hearing what she said, Jian Xinan didn't say anything unnecessary, just nodded and said: "Okay, let's save him."
After saying that, he turned around and walked into the ruined temple again.