Douluo: I, Zhu Zhuqing, want to kill God!

"Mom, that sister is so pitiful. Can I go bring her some food?" A little girl in a dress pointed to the little beggar in tatters and dirty clothes deep in the alley, and pulled a luxuriously dressed beggar. The beautiful woman in the long skirt said.

"No! How dirty a beggar is! His whole body is full of bacteria and smelly. He seems to have become a beggar at such a young age. There must be something wrong with him before he was abandoned by his family. Even if he was thrown into a welfare institution, no one would want him. We don’t want to have any contact with people, do you understand?” The beautiful woman said, casting a disgusting glance at the little beggar deep in the alley, fanning her nose with her hand, and pulling the little girl with a look of disgust on her face. gone.

"It's not that no one wants me..." The little beggar deep in the alley heard the exchange between the beautiful woman and the little girl. She felt aggrieved. Why was she being rejected when she had done nothing?

The little beggar's stomach growled with hunger, and he held something tightly in his hand until dense footsteps came from outside the street. The little beggar's whole body trembled, and he tried his best to huddle in the corner and reduce his sense of presence.

She was too hungry to run away.

"I found you, little beggar." A seven or eight-year-old boy wearing luxurious clothes walked into the alley from the pedestrian street.

Hearing this voice, the little beggar's body trembled violently.

"Don't you like eating very much? Come over here and I'll give you something to eat." The boy threw a bun on the ground and stepped on the bun with his muddy soles.

"Aren't you very courageous? You dare to snatch food from me? Why can't you move now that I'm giving it to you?" The boy kicked the muddy bun with his feet disdainfully. "What a pity, these are pure meat buns."

"You don't want that, I picked it up after you threw it on the ground..." the little beggar retorted with a cry, his voice was so small that it was almost inaudible, and his little hands were holding on to the shabby clothes to cover the purple scars.

"Even if I threw it on the ground, how dare you pick it up without my permission?" The boy waved back, and four or five strong men blocked the entrance to the alley. "Don't beat her to death, keep it for later and play with it slowly."

"Yes! Young master!"

In the eyes of the little beggar, these people are just monsters with hideous faces. She just picked up things that others didn't want, so why should she suffer all these inexplicable malice?

With deep fear in his clear eyes, the strong man was getting closer and closer, and the little beggar's skinny body subconsciously crawled back until his back hit the wall, unable to retreat.

A marble rolled from the street into the alley, and a graceful figure followed the marble from a distance.

The marble accidentally hit the boy's gold-embroidered shoes and stopped at the boy's feet.

"What is it?" The boy looked down, subconsciously stepped on it with his foot, then turned to look at the approaching figure, with a flash of fire in his eyes, and said frivolously: "Is this yours?"

Zhu Zhuqing played with the remaining two marbles in her hand and glanced at the marbles that had been stepped on and fell into the mud. A flash of regret flashed in her eyes. Those were the three marbles that she picked out after a long time.

"Beauty, do you like this?" The boy whistled, but before he could say anything, Zhu Zhuqing raised her long legs and crossed the boy towards the group of strong men.

"You..." Before the boy could say anything, a sharp knife was placed on his neck at some point, the blade close to his skin.

"Don't move." A pleasant voice sounded slowly, but to the boy it was the whisper of a devil.

His body was stiff, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body was shaking.

"you……"

"To shut up."

The threatening words were stopped abruptly, and a sharp stabbing pain came from his neck.

Zhu Zhuqing never talks nonsense when dealing with some garbage blocking the road. He snapped his fingers and a huge magic circle unfolded. Black and ferocious tentacles stretched out from the magic circle. They tied all the strong men into rice dumplings and threw them aside. A path was cleared.

His whole body was dirty and exuded a stench, his hair was as messy as a chicken coop, and there were purple scars under his tattered clothes. He held his head in his hands and his whole body was shaking because of fear.

"Does it hurt?"

The pain he imagined did not fall on his body, but a pleasant female voice. He timidly raised his head and glanced, and subconsciously shrank.

In this little beggar, Zhu Zhuqing saw the cowardly self he once was.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand to straighten the little beggar's hair, but just when she raised her hand, the little beggar seemed to have encountered some big terror, and his head was buried even lower.

"Sister will not hurt you." Zhu Zhuqing's hand came closer, but the little beggar still shrank back to show his resistance.

"Dirty..." The timid voice sounded very nice, like the most beautiful note. The hand hanging in the air paused for a moment, then gently fell on the little beggar's head.

"Sister, I don't mind it." His messy hair was sticky and stained with a lot of dirt.

The little beggar slowly let down his guard, and Zhu Zhuqing directly held the little beggar's hand.

"Go home with your sister?" Zhu Zhuqing tried his best to show the gentlest look.

The little beggar hesitated for a moment, glanced at the unconscious strong man and the boy trembling under the blade, thought for a long time, and finally nodded.

No. [-] struck the boy directly on the neck with a knife, knocking him unconscious.

The sun sets, and the two shadows, one large and one small, slowly lengthen.

The orange-red afterglow scattered on her body, as if covering Zhu Zhuqing with an orange-red gauze, beautiful and indescribable.

"Do you have a name?" It was rare for Zhu Zhuqing to say so many words to a person in one day, a person he had only known for less than a day.

"No...no..." The little beggar's voice was very small.

"Can my sister help you get one?"

Hearing this, the corner of No. [-]'s mouth twitched slightly behind the two figures, one large and one small.