Absolutely admire

After leaving the woods, the scenery in front of me was completely new.

This little beggar was really familiar with this place, and walked out within half an hour.

Cong Rong didn't have the slightest clue when he went around before. He felt admiration for this, and bowed to him: "Your Excellency really has a hand, it's amazing."

The little beggar stood with his hands behind his back. Seeing that he still didn't leave, and even made such exaggerated movements, he didn't even want to look at him anymore. He said coldly, "Can you get out?"

The fluttering four words came down on his head, and Cong Rong still maintained a bowing posture, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Still embarrassing!

He licked his lips, and thought that this person really hated him, but he still didn't understand whether this person really had a brain problem or was born to reject people thousands of miles away, so he just slapped him with his face sticking to his ass. Patting the other person on the back, he said with concern: "Okay, okay, I'll get out, but before that, it's better to find a doctor for you, after all, I was just doing emergency treatment for you, and the poison in your body may not be completely cleaned up. , so it's best to..."

As soon as he said it, the little beggar suddenly stopped, his brows were slightly frowned, and his face turned pale.

At this moment, he only felt that the scene in front of him was a little bit dark, and the noise of various crowds hawking around was gradually replaced by a "humming" sound.

He swallowed, shook his head, pretended to be nothing, raised his footsteps to leave, but was grabbed by Cong Rong behind him.

The little beggar shook his hands and shouted angrily: "You still come!"

As soon as he drank like this, the passers-by walking around couldn't help but glance over.

Originally, they would not attract the attention of many people in the vast crowd of people on the street, but it was this movement that made many people's eyes go to the little beggar.

Suddenly, someone seemed to recognize him and said, "Hey, isn't this the little beggar who killed his parents?"

"It's like oh, why is he still alive?"

"Ha, I survived by picking up the leftovers dumped out of other people's homes. At that time, he held those things like precious jewels. The one he ate was called Qin Kui, and several people saw it."

"Oh, that's disgusting!"

"But I think he is quite pitiful..."

"What are you pitiful for? Poor people must have something to hate! This is all karma."

"It is said that he offended the young master of the Liu family before, and thought he would be beaten to death in secret. Looking at it now, isn't he alive and well?"

"It's probably because the young master of the Liu family has shown mercy. If I ask you, it's better to get rid of this kind of evil as soon as possible, so as to avoid bringing misfortune to us in Li'an City in the future."

"That's it!"

"..."

Cong Rong couldn't help but widen his eyes because of the endless discussions and curses. He couldn't help but secretly glanced at the little beggar, and found that he just lowered his head. It has returned to a cold and indifferent pool of stagnant water.

Seeing him quietly listening to the beleaguered vicious accusations without changing his face, it can give people the illusion that these words are not meant for him, completely like an outsider.

Seeing this, Cong Rong's heart suddenly tightened for some reason.

If this little beggar has been growing up under such circumstances, then it is reasonable to reject people thousands of miles away.

It's normal for him to hate himself.

Cong Rong seemed to be a little impatient with the indignant insults, thinking that these people must have scolded enough after so long, he is only a child of about sixteen or seventeen years old, so there is no need to target him like this.

Finally, he turned his head and murmured softly: "I'm so annoying."

When he said this, he didn't look at the beggar, nor did he look at anyone around him. He just looked at a small inn in the distance, grabbed the little beggar's bony arm, and dragged him over.

Cong Rong led him past one person after another unhurriedly, shielding all the pointing and uneven abuse from his ears, and walked towards the inn without hesitation.

This time, he didn't look at the little beggar's expression the whole time - it must be either angry or expressionless, nothing to do with these two.

After taking the man to the inn, Cong Rong bit his lower lip, and suddenly felt a strong sense of anger. Seeing no one around, he didn't know what disease he had, so he kicked his feet hard after eating enough milk. Leaning over the waist-high stool, he cursed, "You idiot!"

After scolding, he felt uncomfortable in this position again, so he put it down and climbed onto the stool instead, holding the teapot in his hand, poured himself a cup of tea, and said out of breath while drinking: "Let me tell you, I have grown up so much, I have never seen such a scene, and I don’t bully people like this. Hey, are those people scrambling to eat shit in the morning, and their mouths are so stinky. There is a saying How do you say it, dogs can't spit out ivory, right? They are not dog mouths anymore, they are fart|eyes, they can only spray that thing, disgusting!"

There was no movement behind him, and he continued to talk to himself: "Hey, I thought my father was the most perverted person in the world, but I didn't expect that there are many people who are more perverted than my father! I have nothing to say."

"..."

"Why don't you resist... If you really can't do it, you can run away. Is it just like this?"

There was still no movement, the corner of Cong Rong's mouth twitched, he slapped the table hard, and turned around and shouted: "You just said something!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he only felt his eyes go dark, and a thin and thin body suddenly hugged him forcefully, blocking his sight.

Because the person hugging him was too thin, he felt a little pain all over his body, but he was too embarrassed to push away.

Cong Rong blinked, and with no place to put his hands, he mumbled, "That, I can't see."

Although this little beggar was thin, he was older than him, and naturally he was much taller.Being hugged so suddenly, Cong Rong's entire face was buried in the other's shoulder. He wanted to look up at him, but found that the back of his head was tightly covered by the other's hands, pressing on his shoulders, preventing him from letting him go. He looks up.

Now, he could neither see the other party's expression, nor continue to vent his nosy anger, so he could only stand there in a daze, letting the other party hug him tightly.

This guy rejected me so much before, wishing that I would get out of here quickly, why did he change so quickly this time, he dared to throw himself into his arms directly?

Could it be that what I just said touched him?No way, he didn't help him anything, he just vented his anger casually, need...to be so excited?

Thinking of this, Cong Rong still felt a little ridiculous, and after secretly chuckling a few times, he suddenly felt a little out of breath, so he pressed against the little beggar's arm and said in a muffled voice, "Hey, I'm going to be smothered to death by you!" gone."

The person in the arms didn't move, Cong Rong repeated: "I'm really going to be smothered to death by you."

"..."

Cong Rong: "Let go now."

"..."

Cong Rong's heart trembled: "Fuck, are you going to murder!"

"..."

Cong Rong hammered him on the back with both hands, and shouted: "Oh my god, I met an ungrateful..."

"Thank you."

As soon as these three words came out, Cong Rong's body froze, and his hands were also stagnant in the air, with nowhere to place them.

After tens of seconds of stalemate in such movements, Cong Rong hesitated again and again, and slowly stretched out his hand to help him, gently stroked the other's back, and said softly: "You're welcome."

He would never hope that there would be someone who would dare to speak up for him and argue for him, because he actually didn't care about these things at all.

If possible, he only hopes to have such a person, just pure, sincere and sincere, who can look at all this injustice from his perspective is enough.

At least it tells him that someone is going to be angry for him.

The two stood in a stalemate in this posture for a few seconds, and Cong Rong said again: "Let go of me, if you don't let me go, I'm really going to die."

This time, the beggar let him go according to his words, and before he could look up, he silently turned around, said silently for a moment, "I'm a little dizzy."

"Nonsense, the residual poison in your body hasn't been cleaned, of course you will feel dizzy." Cong Rong breathed in the fresh air with his mouth open, and after listening to him speak, he turned to the two small dark holes on his neck , said with a smile, "Oh, this inn is real. It's open, but no one comes to do business. Otherwise, I can ask if there is anyone around here who knows medical skills."

"No one here is willing to treat me, and besides... no one can treat this kind of snake venom well."

Cong Rong said "Oh", and after thinking about it, he smiled at his back and said, "Then why don't you go to a place called Jiuxiao Mountain, there is a big sister on the mountain, surnamed Lin, her medical skills are super powerful , I heard from my father that once there was a patient who was only breathing, and after her treatment, he was alive and kicking the next day, how about it, isn’t it amazing?”

After thinking for a while, he continued: "Besides, since you know how to do spells, do you want to apply what you have learned? My father is also on that mountain. You can learn from my father. Anyway, he has nothing to do all day long and has a lot of free time."

After a long silence, the other party said: "...No need, you better leave me alone."

"Don't, why are you doing this all of a sudden?" Cong Rong showed bitterness, "Also, why do you keep turning your back to me, can't you just look at me?"

The little beggar shrank his neck when he heard the words, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm too dirty... Just now, I'm sorry."

He was referring to the incident of hugging Cong Rong just now.

Cong Rong was stunned for a moment, and said with a laugh: "Hahahahaha, you are so dirty that your facial features are blurred, what is it, I have seen people who are so dirty that their relatives don't recognize them."

The little beggar turned his head slightly, and asked cautiously: "Really?"

Cong Rong grinned and said, "It's fake."

Hearing this, the little beggar seemed to frown tightly, then turned his head back, and said in a deep voice, "I don't like liars."

"Coincidentally, I don't like it either." He deliberately paused, with a rather wicked smile on his face, and continued, "But, I like you so much."

"..."

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and a thin layer of hoarfrost slowly condensed on the wooden floor, spreading and spreading around.

At this moment, the empty inn was eerily quiet.

Cong Rong stood still on the spot, his smiling face becoming more and more unbearable.

Finally, he was so cold that he couldn't bear it. After shivering, he touched his arms up and down, and quickly changed his words: "Just kidding."