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Chapter 121 Meng Po, Too Much Soup (11)

Greed for life and fear of death.

Disgust flashed across Gu Qian's eyes, and he threw him to the ground.

The beggars were restless. Seeing that the boss was freed from the woman's grasp, they wanted to step forward and grab her.

Gu Qian snorted, and kicked every one who came up, until he was so weak that he looked like a monster, so he stopped.

"Heh, what you have done today is doomed to reincarnate in the realm of livestock in the next life, as donkeys and horses."

The beggars were still hugging the wounded place on the ground and howling, not paying attention to the woman's words at all.

They really didn't expect that looking at a weak woman, she would be so ruthless even if she had such great strength.

He also understood that he had offended the wrong person today, so they knelt on the ground and kowtowed to admit their mistakes.

"Grandma, it's the little ones who don't know Taishan. The little ones deserve it, and the little ones deserve it. If you have a lot of adults, please spare the little ones this time." The beggar said and slapped himself hard, not at all. Dare to be vague, it is much lighter than this girl kicking himself.

Gu Qian hugged her arms lazily, and then kicked the trembling beggar's head several times in the lower abdomen.

The other beggars who were watching fiercely couldn't help their teeth chattering, and they all lowered their heads even lower, fearing that they would be the next to suffer.

"Where is that little beggar?" She asked again.

This time no one dared to hide it, the beggar pointed his head tremblingly in one direction, "The river...in the river..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Qian kicked him against the wall.

Not caring about punishing this group of careless people, she turned into a cloud of smoke, which disappeared when the breeze blew.

The beggars watched Gu Qian disappear out of thin air, and thinking of what she just said, they trembled even more.

They seem to have encountered a ghost...

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On the other side, the little beggar was stuck in the crevice of the rocks by the river, his face turned pale from the cold, even so, he didn't make a sound.

This is what Gu Qian came to see.

In an instant, there was an urge to go back and kill those scumbags.

But at least she still has a trace of reason, and she has not forgotten that gods in the mortal world cannot abuse spells to kill mortals at will.

In the light ones, the spells are completely lost, in the severe ones, the immortal bones are removed.

For the sake of a group of scumbags, it's not worth taking your own journey to immortality.

When she came back to her senses, looking at the little beggar who was still soaking in the river, Gu Qian thumped her head angrily.

Actually forgot about this little dumb.

She performed a spell, and easily lifted the man out of the river and threw him on the bank.

The little beggar's body was stiff, only one pair of eyes could move all over his body, and he couldn't sit up after being thrown on the shore by Gu Qian.

Just now, he thought he was dead this time.

It was this girl who saved her life again.

Why did she save herself?
The little beggar was so wet and pitiful.

Gu Qian kindly cast another Drying Curse on him.

She felt that she had used up all the pity in her life on the little beggar.

It wasn't until the clothes on the little beggar's body were completely dry that Gu Qian noticed his scars belatedly.

She stepped forward and unceremoniously ripped off his clothes, some were newly stuffed, some were scabbed and rotten, all of them criss-crossed, all of which showed the cruelty of the perpetrator when he attacked, and the people who watched were shocked.

Gu Qian's throat seemed to be choked.

I wanted to say something to comfort the child, but I didn't know where to start.

She couldn't empathize.

But through these imaginations, he could imagine how painful he must have been at that time.

Gu Qian hugged the little beggar's head in discomfort, and took him into her arms without thinking he was dirty.

The little beggar had never been bullied, beaten or scolded, even if he was stuck in the water and almost died, he never shed a single tear.

Suddenly being embraced by the girl, smelling the faint scent of flowers on her body, a crystal teardrop suddenly fell from his eyes.

(End of this chapter)