[Sky Knife] Peanut Gang

A figure flashed to the stall where Bai Jingshuo was standing just now, threw the broken silver on the stall, picked up the copper hairpin and left.

"Huh?" The peddler looked at the broken silver on the stall with a confused expression.How much money can a copper hairpin be worth, at most dozens of copper plates.When he looked up again, he didn't see the buyer.

Holding his breath, Bai Jingshuo walked for a while, but couldn't hold on, took out a handkerchief to cover his lips and coughed lightly for a while.There were bright red lip marks on the snow-white veil, he thought for a while, dropped the veil, and jumped onto the roof.

When his figure was gone, a young man in brocade went to the place where he threw the veil, knelt down, and picked up the veil.

"Hiss." Looking at the bright red blood spots on his fingertips, the young man in brocade clothes flicked the veil to reveal the embroidery needles wrapped in it, and said with a sneer, "Beauties always have thorns."

Bai Jingshuo circled around a few times and returned to his residence after making sure that no one was following him.

He entered the room, threw the oiled paper bag on the table casually, sat down and said, "There are people following me, it seems that there are more than one."

Lu Xiaojia was lying on the beam of the house, with one arm propped behind her head and one leg drooping down, she replied casually: "Oh."

Bai Jingshuo sighed, and said in Nangongqing's voice: "Husband, don't you care about my concubine? The concubine is so beautiful, what should I do if I am caught by bad people?"

Lu Xiaojia casually threw peanut shells at him, and said coldly, "Disgusting."

The sun at noon is vicious, and anyone who is exposed to such sunlight will feel uncomfortable, but there are always exceptions in the world.

The girl in emerald green shirt stood in the sun, with her face up, smiling as if enjoying herself.Even though there was a cool tree two steps away, he still wanted to stay under the sun.

Around his neck was a silver collar with several bells strung from it.He also had silver bracelets on his wrists, with bells on them.He even had a ring of bells around his belt.

The breeze blew by, and the bell on his body 'jingle bell' rang.If it wasn't for the bell being silver instead of gold, if it wasn't for the appearance and age, it wouldn't match.Many people probably suspect that he is that damn girl Ding.

It's a pity that he is not, he is just a girl from a humble background, a girl brought back by the owner from the flower house to be a concubine.

Jia Ding looked at his bright and sunny smile with some regret.He looks so pure and straightforward, not like a woman from that kind of background at all.

He is not extremely beautiful, but he is extremely lively, full of vitality, like a lush jungle in summer.

The owner who sent away the visitors walked into the yard, and the servant hurriedly saluted him.The owner of the villa didn't look at him, he waved to the green-shirted girl, "Xin'er, come here."

Xin'er looked at the owner, her eyes lit up, she ran towards him with a smile on her face, and said softly, "Here we come." His voice was clear and sweet, like an oriole singing.

The landlord led him to the bedroom, and they actually went to the bedroom in broad daylight.The servant looked at Xin'er's back with reluctance, thinking that if the owner of the village got tired of Xin'er one day, he would take him away, far away.He will definitely take good care of him.

Xin'er poured a cup of tea and handed it to the owner, who took it and drank it down.He was very satisfied, he felt that the woman he liked was caring for him.

He reached out to hug Xin'er's waist, but Xin'er avoided it with a twist.He stretched out his hand to hug Xin'er again, and Xin'er turned around and flashed behind him.

He finally realized something was wrong, and looked at Xin'er questioningly.Xin'er smiled back at him.He smiled with kindness and tolerance.

The owner's heart softened and he dispelled his doubts.He likes Xin'er, and when a man likes a woman, he is always willing to make excuses for him.What is martial arts, who said that the women in the flower building are powerless?

He has tried to cover up for Xin'er, but Xin'er has no intention of acting with him.

"Sorry." Xin'er looked at him with eyes mixed with shame, and his voice was as crisp and sweet as ever, and he said, "I'm still in a hurry to go home. So, I'm sorry."

The owner finally understood that his heart was deliberately approaching him, perhaps sent by one of his enemies.He went limp and fell to the ground.

But he couldn't resent the other party, he looked at Xin'er with sad eyes, waiting for his own end.

Xin'er had no intention of hurting him, so she showed him a comforting smile and said, "I have something to ask you. Don't worry, I'll leave after asking. I will never hurt you."

It's raining, it's pouring, and the big raindrops are crackling down.

Fu Hongxue raised his head, letting the raindrops hit his face, it hurt so badly that he could barely open his eyes.

On the ground not far from him, the man bent down on the ground and cried, "Why didn't you kill me? You killed me!"

Blood overflowed from under his body and was washed back and forth by the rain.

Fu Hongxue ignored him.He thinks this person is sick, how many people in this world are not sick?Some diseases are in the body, and some diseases are in the heart.

Holding his own knife, Fu Hongxue turned around and left.He walked steadily, but slowly.Almost one step at a time.His feet are no longer lame, but his heart is still lame.

Many years ago, he lived for the love and hatred of others.After many years, he didn't know what to live for.

But he is still alive after all.To eat, to drink, to wear clothes, to kill, to be killed.The turmoil in the world never stops.

He hates it very much, but has nowhere to escape.The world is so big, but there is no quiet place.No, there are, but it doesn't belong to him.

He is desperate and lonely, but he can only live on his last breath.People always have to work hard to live, and they can't just run away to die inexplicably.

He slowly waded through a puddle, filling his boots with water.It stands to reason that a person who knows martial arts should jump over directly.But he doesn't like jumping around with light work casually.It is also great to be able to walk down-to-earth, but too many people don't understand this truth.

People are always watching what they can't have, but dismissing what they already have.

Fu Hongxue narrowed his eyes and looked at the farce not far away.He had to squint because the rain was getting heavier.However, in such a torrential rain, some people still refused to stop.

Two men with big arms and round waists chased a short and thin little girl. The little girl stumbled and ran, crying loudly while running.What is she crying for?It was so good to cry.

The little girl ran past Fu Hongxue without even looking at Fu Hongxue.Her feet went limp and she fell into a puddle.She didn't have the strength to run anymore, she knew she couldn't run away.She buried her head in the puddle in frustration, as if she wanted to drown herself.

She didn't cry anymore, and only those who are loved are qualified to cry and call for help.Even if she cried out her tears and yelled, no one would save her.

Fu Hongxue was looking at her, maybe it wasn't just her.

The two strong men had already caught up, and one of them picked up the little girl from the puddle, slapped her hard, and insulted her.

Fu Hongxue was still looking at her, but she didn't look at Fu Hongxue, she didn't look at anything, she raised her head to the sky with a face of despair, and let the rain hit her immature face.

The strong man slapped her again, her face was crooked, and a line of blood overflowed from her lips.But she neither begged for mercy nor for help.

She didn't ask for help, but Fu Hongxue suddenly wanted to save her.He didn't draw out his sword, but hit the two men with the black knife in the sheath.

His speed was so fast that the two strong men were hit on the back of the neck and fell down before they even had a chance to react.

Fu Hongxue caught the falling little girl, and said, "What's your name?"

Hope lit up on the little girl's numb face. With tears in her eyes, she parted the corners of her mouth and smiled at Fu Hongxue.

She looks sallow and thin, like a moldy firewood stick, and now her face has been swollen from beatings, so she looks really ugly when she smiles.

But there was indescribable innocence and beauty in her smile, like the first ray of sunshine in the morning.She said, "Zhou Ting, my name is Zhou Ting."

The author has something to say:

Bai·Melancholy·Jing Shuo: My family's attitude towards me is too bad.

Author: You have the guts to dump him.

Fu Tianxiang Lolita Falls into Her Arms Hongxue: My family is still a little girl?

Author: It would be nice to give it to you, so as to save you from complaining about yourself all day long.

Ye·Women·Kai: Why am I the only one who is conscientiously brushing up dungeons?

Author: Hahahahaha, because you have already married your wife, and because you are anxious to go home and watch your wife give birth.