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Chapter 250: Is this why he didn't starve to death?

Since then, the way everyone looked at him changed, and those who had been favored by him in the past stopped getting close to him in order not to be implicated.

With just a few small things, he became a disgusting existence in everyone's eyes.

"This baby has a very bad heart and is not honest at all."

"Who knows, I didn't like him before."

"You'd better say less."

"Why, you pity him."

"No, it's not..."

Everyone avoided him, and some even beat up the dog.

That day, the dog was surrounded by more than ten people, who took away his dry biscuits and pulled off his clothes.

"Kill him!"

"Kill this hypocrite to death!"

The dog was pinned to the ground, and in his eyes he saw many people in the distance who had been favored by him before.

They didn't dare to look here, they even avoided looking and ate the dry biscuits to themselves, as if they wanted to put aside the relationship.

The dog was beaten to the point of dying and was covered in blood.

He coughed, lay on the ground and said weakly: "These fights will only continue forever. If you grab someone else's today, someone will grab yours tomorrow. Maybe one day you will be pushed to the ground and beaten."

Dying."

"Why don't you think about changing this, if everyone..."

Before he could finish speaking, a foot stepped on the side of his face.

What followed was a beating.

The dog was beaten until he could not speak, and was kicked around like a ball.

"Ha ha……"

They laughed loudly, as if they were enjoying themselves.

It wasn't until he was tired of beating that he stopped, leaving the dog lying on the sand covered in blood.

No one stepped forward to give him a helping hand.

None of the people he helped or those he didn't helped even looked at him.

Tears filled the dog's eyes, and he struggled to get up, hunched over, and staggered toward the outside.

Every step is particularly important.



Chen Changsheng saw the blood-stained dog on the trail outside the forest. His breath was extremely weak, as if he was about to die.

He took the dog back to the lake and drew water to wash away the blood on his body.

Taiqingjian seemed to be very excited after hearing the blood, and it showed.

Chen Changsheng glanced at him and said, "Are you also interested in people who are about to be beaten to death?"

Taiqingjian felt bored after seeing it, and then disappeared.

Chen Changsheng drew a ray of golden light into the dog's body and cured its injury.

The dog slept all afternoon.

When he woke up again, there was only slight soreness left on his body, and no trace of blood could be seen.

When he looked up again, he saw the back of the man in green shirt sitting by the lake, holding a bamboo pole.

The dog looked at himself in disbelief.

With such a serious injury, he didn't die?

He was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "I..."

"Go back when you wake up."

Chen Changsheng said, "This is the last time Chen will help you."

The dog lowered his head and he knelt down.

He kowtowed twice to the blue-shirted figure.

There were two bangs, and a red mark appeared on his forehead.

After doing this, the dog got up and left. He didn't look back, but he just felt shameless.

Chen Changsheng looked at the lake in front of him.

Dog has the ability to change all this. He has reputation and ideas, but he is unwilling to be the one who establishes rules. He thinks that if everyone is good, everything will get better.

Chen Changsheng thought he would understand, but he still followed the path of being like a monk and a Buddha.

Is that touch of Buddha's light so powerful?



The dog returned safely, which surprised everyone as they thought the doll was dead.

The dog never gave up, he still thought about all that.

He lobbied among the crowd and promoted his ideas, hoping that they would be compassionate and compassionate.

But without exception, no one wanted to pay attention to him.

Every day people come to snatch his dry biscuits.

The dog did not fight with them, but said: "If you are hungry, take it."

He handed the dry biscuit to the person in front of him.

The person who wanted to steal his biscuit just sneered and said, "You know what you are doing."

Everyone said he was stupid and crazy.

The sound of teasing continued to reach the dog's ears.

He didn't say anything. If there were no dry biscuits, he would go to the dense forest outside the city platform to find something to eat.

I have eaten grass, gnawed tree bark, and even eaten insects.

People come to him every day asking for dry biscuits.

The dog became increasingly emaciated and was whipped by adults when he went to work, leaving bloodstains all over his body.

On this day, people still came to ask for dry biscuits.

The dog looked at the person in front of him and was stunned for a moment.

The man hesitated and came to him, but he didn't speak.

The dog recognized him as the little brother who took the cake from him, called him brother, and said he was a good man.

The dog closed his eyes and handed over the dry biscuit in his hand.

The man took the dry biscuit and left without looking back.

"This doll is really crazy."

At first people laughed at him.

But gradually, the crowd's voices became much quieter.

"How many days has he not eaten?"

"It's been several days."

"I saw that he didn't eat either. He just held the dry biscuits as if he was waiting for someone to pick them up."

"..."

The people discussing this looked at each other, not knowing how to continue.

At this moment, they actually felt a little compassion.

After nightfall, the dog came to the forest outside the city platform again.

He skillfully knocked off the bark of the tree with a stone.

After smashing it, he pulled out some grass and stuffed it into his mouth.

And not far away, there was a gaze looking at this scene.

It was someone working in the city platform. He looked at it for a long time, but there was no movement. Under the moonlight, there was a little shame in his eyes.

When I received the dry biscuits on the second day.

The dog once again gave away the biscuit in his hand, and the person who took away the biscuit was an old man.

As usual, he didn't say anything and just sat quietly.

But a figure walked in front of him.

The dog opens its eyes.

He saw clearly the person in front of him and had snatched his dry biscuits before.

"Take it!"

The man handed the dry biscuit into the dog's hand.

The dog was stunned and asked: "Why give it to me?"

The man had a cold face and only said: "Eat it!"

After saying that, he forced the dog to stuff the dry biscuit into its mouth, and then left after doing all this.

The dog stared at the man's back and was stunned for a long time.

He suddenly realized that it seemed like...

Something is different.



That night he did not go to the forest to chew tree bark again.

But nearly a hundred people came here.

In front of their eyes were several trees with their bark stripped off, as well as the surrounding bare grass.

Hundreds of eyes looked at him quietly, all of them silent.

It wasn't until a certain moment that a voice emerged from the crowd.

"Is this how he didn't starve to death..."


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