Demon King Dad

rustle……! sand……! ! sand……! ! !

The sound of footsteps gradually approached. The little beggar slowly retracted into the alley, lifted the lid of the trash can, and hid in the dirty stench.

sand……! ! ! sand……! ! sand……! sand……

The strange thing is that this sound of footsteps has gradually gone away. Just when the little beggar let out a sigh of relief for himself to continue to live--

"Haha! You are here! Big bad guy, see if I can't clean you up today~~~!"

The girl's delicate voice sounded in the wide street. In addition to the girl's voice, four or five more children started laughing.

The little beggar did not come out immediately. He knew that patience and carefulness were the best way to test whether the other party had set a trap. After waiting for almost 30 minutes, after the sound of the little girl still playing with her companion came in, he slowly crawled out of the trash can, leaned his back against the wall, and moved to the alley.

On the street where more than a dozen adults holding lamps stand, a girl with brown hair, wearing a big fluffy coat, tall warm shoes, and about ten years old is outside with a group of young people of similar age. Children play around. It seemed that she seemed to be the center of this game. Everyone obeyed her command. Even the adults laughed and obeyed her instructions.

It turned out to be a game.

The little beggar's heart was relieved. He inserted the knife into his arms and walked out of the alley silently, turning his back to the children of the big families who had no borders with him, ready to step...

"Hey! Look at me! See you as a villain not surrender! Obediently surrender to the spokesperson of justice, Miss Ben Walnut!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Grandpa... Miss, please forgive me, forgive me~~~!"

An older boy ran in the direction of the little beggar while avoiding the snowball thrown by the girl. As the boy moved, the little girl immediately bent down, picked up a large piece of snow with both hands, patted it firmly, and chased the boy. She spotted the boy's body, and with a chuckle, the snowball flew out.

The boy avoided, and with a snap, the snowball smashed against the wall in front of the little beggar. The popped snowflake hit the little beggar's face.

Icy.

Snow is just an interesting toy for the rich. But for people struggling to survive, it is so cold.

The little girl smiled and pinched another snowball and ran past the little beggar. When she smelled a stinky smell in her nose, she turned her head and an expression of disgust immediately appeared on her little face. She stopped, took three steps back, and then circled a big circle around the little beggar and ran away again, chasing the boy who was playing the villain.

When the little girl moved, everyone else moved with it. The luxuriously dressed people ran past the little beggar and once again formed a playground in front of him, blocking his way home.

There was no expression on the little beggar's face, and his eyes were still as sharp and cold as before. He didn't think about it, because it was normal. A rich person can do anything. For such a small person like himself, how can he stop playing around, make way for him to go back?

In his not-so-long life, he has seen his life thoroughly. Inferior, obscene, and no different from a mouse. Every day I live just to live. The only thing I need to think about when I wake up every morning is how to get today's food. Apart from these, he has no hope. Because that's unrealistic, apart from feeding one's own stomach, any other "hope" is just the self-ridicule of the rich, and it is impossible for him to realize it.

The road was blocked. The little beggar had to turn around again and walk forward. His steps are heavy, and the numbness and cold have driven away his touch. Are your legs still there? He asked himself this many times, even if he saw the ground under his feet moving, he still asked.

The flying snow in the sky erodes the candlelight of life. The little beggar's consciousness became more and more confused, and just when his eyes were about to lose sight of anything, a red cross sign came into his eyes.

……………… Drugstore.

He stood in front of the "previous" destination.

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The little beggar looked at the medicine shop indifferently, its door was closed, and the thick rolling shutter door could not be opened. He was standing in the blizzard, holding his arms, arched, like a dog hesitating.

The humble garbage only needs to take care of itself. Even the biological parents can save their lives, let alone a pair of mother and daughter who don't know each other? It would be silly to do so. There are only two ways for such a fool in this world, one is to be killed by nature. Second, was caught by officers and soldiers, and then killed by them.

The little beggar would not be such a fool. He stepped forward again, preparing to go around the medicine shop and turn back to his nest from the intersection in front.

Is today's blizzard particularly violent?

The little beggar's footsteps had just started when a blizzard suddenly struck him! The little beggar's feet were paralyzed. After being hit by the wind and snow, he fell to the ground. After being hit a few times, he slammed into the wall beside the medicine shop.

He can't walk anymore.

If he stays here again, he will definitely freeze to death!

Death is really terrible. It's dark and cold. Even the lowest life makes the little beggar fear death. He struggled and got up against the wall. He wanted to find a place where the temperature was slightly higher, where he could escape this blizzard. Thinking about this, he raised his head and searched around.

Soon, he found it. Above his head, on the wall of the medicine shop, there is a window without an iron fence...

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The inside of the drugstore was completely dark and there were no people. The little beggar took out the knife and gently tapped the glass with the handle. After confirming that no one came out, he applied a little force, broke the window glass near the latch, opened the window, and crawled in.

The room was still cold, but it was obviously much better than the wind and snow outside. The little beggar was crawling on the shelf sneakily holding the knife. After hiding in a dark and inconspicuous corner, he shrank there and waited with bated breath...

One minute... two minutes... three minutes...

Five minutes...ten minutes...fifteen minutes...

Fifteen minutes passed and no one came out. The isolation gate between the pharmacy and the boss's room seemed to be dead and closed, without any movement. Only then did the little beggar stand up from the corner, shake off the small icicles that had formed on his body, and walked carefully to the drug store shelf.

"Who I thought was, turned out to be a thief?"

Is there anything more frightening than hearing a stranger calling you from behind in the dark?

When the theft was discovered, the little beggar ignored everything, and turned around and stabbed it. But the other party clearly knew how to deal with a child holding a blunt knife, but with a twist, he knocked the little beggar's knife off and pressed it to the ground.

"Huh, take it easy, I don't want to hurt you."

The little beggar's brain is running fast, thinking about the meaning of the other party's words. To be honest, this is not the voice of the pharmacy boss, and the power on the opponent's hand is not like that of the fat boss. Now being forced by others, it is better to calm down first, and then take the knife and escape when the opponent relaxes.

Thinking of this, the little beggar stopped struggling. When the other party saw that the little beggar was not struggling, he gave a cold snort and turned his body over.

That was an adult who was about thirty years old. Two thick thick eyebrows are his most conspicuous feature. The man leaned closer, looked at the little beggar and snorted again, and said, "Who are you and why are you here?"

The little beggar did not answer. Before confirming the other party's intentions, being dumb is always the most convenient thing.

The thick eyebrows snorted again: "No answer? It doesn't matter, your name is not important to me anyway. Hey, stand up."

The thick eyebrows held the little beggar's neck and lifted him up. Immediately afterwards, he dragged the little beggar straight to the door leading to the shop owner’s room, and opened it with a bang...

The pungent smell of blood.

With the help of the flashlight in his thick eyebrows, the shot of the already exasperated drugstore owner lying on the bed covered in blood, caught the little beggar's sight.

He was killed. But before the little beggar could react, he suddenly stuffed something with thick eyebrows into his hand, pushed him into the room, and then smiled: "This guy is a competitor to the owner of another drugstore, because the business is too high. Okay, so I accepted the commission to kill him. It's really lucky to have you, a little angel, help me with the aftermath. Then, I will ask you to deal with the officers and soldiers. Oh, by the way, Senag is The border cities are notoriously poor in public security. So will those soldiers listen to your discrimination and investigate carefully... Hey, I can’t guarantee."

After speaking, the door pong was shut with a sound. Immediately afterwards, the little beggar heard the harsh sirens from the drug store, and the eardrums of those who sounded were almost deaf.

The little beggar got up from the ground and looked at his hands. It was a blood-stained knife, and the blood had covered his hands. Afterwards, he looked at the shop owner next to him again, and his body, who had already lost his life, lay stiffly on the bed, his eyes wide open, and he couldn't catch his eyes.

The little beggar didn't panic about his situation, let alone cursing. Because this is normal and reasonable. The weak can only be killed, and those without brains and abilities deserve to be framed. The deceived person should not blame the deceiver, but can only blame himself for not being careful. To be able to kill someone and then blame others for their own escape is really a very correct approach in this world where the weak and the strong. If it was him, he would do the same.