Dianxia Qingcheng

It was completely dark outside, and the air was freezing cold.

Qi Changyi's body was numb from the cold, his eyes were slightly red and swollen, and he couldn't shed any tears. He still maintained a posture of hugging his knees, resting his head softly on it, curled up into a small ball, and nestled in the corner of the wall.

He doesn't know what to do now, and he doesn't know where to go. The palace can't go back, and the prime minister's mansion doesn't want to go back.

The world is big, but he has no home.

"Yo, which little beauty is this? Why are you sitting here, don't you know this is the brother's territory?"

- A somewhat wretched voice sounded, and several shadows gradually approached the corner of the wall.

Qi Changyi raised his head slowly, and shivered in fear after seeing a few malicious rascals standing in front of him.

Those few people took a deep breath when they saw the small tear-stained face hidden behind the ink hair.

"Such a beautiful little beauty, who would have the heart to make you cry? Can't you find your way home? Come, come to my brother's warm embrace."

The hooligan in the lead came over, crouched down, and raised his chin with his fingertips.

The delicate and fair little face was raised slightly in the dark light, the corners of his eyes were red, and there were sparkling tears, and he looked pitiful.

"He's so **** energetic! Come over here, brother, and take this little beauty, Lao Tzu!"

The man's excited eyes flashed green, and he waved at the few people behind.

Qi Changyi was terrified. He knew that these people were not good people. He reached out and knocked off the hand on his chin, hugging his knee tightly.

"You guys, what are you going to do..."

"Yo, it turned out to be a man. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, the brothers have never done anything, they are very experienced. Don't be afraid, little beauty, I'll make sure you can't stop feeling comfortable later, hahaha..."

The few people behind also came forward with laughter, showing **** on their faces. One of them held Qi Changyi's arm and dragged him from the ground.

Several people exerted their force without measure, pinching Qi Changyi's arm very painfully, he took a sharp breath, and the cold wind poured into his stomach, and suddenly coughed violently, and the tears of the cough flowed down again.

"What's the matter? Could it be that he is still a sick child?"

One of them was a little scared and said, "Don't really have anything wrong, and it looks like a rich family, don't let us get into trouble when the time comes."

Another man with a strong body and a fleshy face was dissatisfied,

"What are you afraid of? It's so dark, who can tell who we are doing? Besides, I don't think this little beauty has a good brain. She must be a fool, I'm afraid we don't even understand what we did to him. "

"I, I'm not stupid, I know what you are going to do, you are bad people, you are going to kidnap me..."

Qi Changyi coughed with a **** taste in his throat, and he felt that his internal organs were very cold, as if they were frozen.

"You guys, do you want money? I have a lot of money, I can give you money, can you let me go?"

Qi Changyi looked at several people with tears in their eyes.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this crying pear blossom with rain, how heartbreaking! Don't cry, brothers want money and people. So, if you pay, the brothers will be with you for one night, why? Sample?"

After speaking, the gangsters laughed together, and the person standing beside Qi Changyi couldn't hold back. He stretched out his hand and squeezed the fair and smooth little face.

Several people rudely dragged him and walked deeper into the alley.

Qi Changyi pulled hard with a force, and there was no room for struggle. His eyes revealed fragility and helplessness.

"I, I am the prince, I live in the palace, you can't treat me like this, my father will not spare you..."

As soon as these words came out, the footsteps of several people suddenly stopped, stared at Qi Changyi for a long time, and then laughed.

"You guys, did you hear what he said? He said he was a prince, and he really laughed. Is there such a stupid prince?"

"If you were the prince, I would be the prince, and I would be your father! Isn't it just right that you serve and serve your father?"

"Ha ha ha ha"

A few people walked while laughing, and they had reached the corner of the alley. There was a distance from the street, so no one could hear them even if they shouted loudly.

The moonlight was weak, shining in the deep alley.

The hooligan in the lead suddenly pushed Qi Changyi hard behind his back, and his body lightened, he slammed into the wall in front of him, knocked his head, and his body suddenly fell limply against the wall.

The little man was lying on the cold ground, his forehead was full of blood, and the thick blood slowly flowed into his hair. His breathing was weak and his consciousness was a little blurry. When he opened his eyes, he saw blood red, just like the last time he was poisoned. .

"It hurts, it hurts..."

"Brother, he is screaming in pain."

One of the hooligans said to the man in the lead.

"Pain? It hasn't started yet. There will be more pain later."

The headed hooligan smiled and made a look, and the two people next to him approached each other eagerly.

Qi Changyi only felt a few hands groping around him. He tried his best to get rid of it, but he couldn't escape. He wanted to raise his arms to resist, but his limbs had already been firmly suppressed.

His tears were mixed with blood, and a great despair enveloped him deeply, and he had never felt so sad, so heartbroken.

"Brother, these clothes are too strong to be undone!"

"Trash, get me out of here!"

- A hand full of dirt stretched out towards the little man, directly following the front of his robe, and tore it to the side with force.

"Bila", the sound of shattering fabrics sounded, the white brocade robe was torn in half, and the inner shirt was exposed.

Qi Changyi's legs kept flapping vigorously, his fingers clenched the ground tightly, and blood oozes from the broken nail.

"Go away...you all go away, don't...don't touch me..."

The little man cried in a hoarse voice, but such a fragile cry, such a beautiful face with tears in his eyes, would only make a few people ruthlessly abuse him.

More turbulent.

With another force, the thin inner shirt was also torn apart, and the white skin like porcelain jade inside was exposed, and when it came into contact with the cold air, she couldn't help shaking a few times.

The few people present stared blankly. The little man lying on the ground had messy hair spread on the ground, and a few strands of hair were wet with blood and sweat, stuck in the face and neck.

The delicate chin was slightly raised, and then there was the small clavicle that was deeply sunken, and there was an extremely ambiguous bite mark on the clavicle...

Seriously, it's heart-wrenching and soul-sucking.

They have never seen a person with such delicate skin, and they are afraid that they will turn blue and purple if they squeeze it twice.

The sinister hand stretched out tremblingly, but before it was attached to the skin, the little man suddenly began to cough violently again.

He seemed to be in great pain, his upper body was slightly tilted up, his coughing became more and more severe, as if he was about to cough up all his internal organs, and then suddenly he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

The **** smell spread instantly, part of the red dripped onto the smooth little body, and the rest splashed on the faces of the people next to him.

After the little man spat out a mouthful of blood, he directly fell back to the ground softly, his eyes slightly opened, like a broken doll who had lost consciousness.

"Brother, what can I do with this? He's not going to die, is he?"

The hooligans were a little frightened, they withdrew their hands and stood aside.

The hooligan at the head wiped the blood on his face and spit to the side, "What are you afraid of? It's good to be dead, and dead just happens to be dead without proof!"

As he spoke, he leaned down, and his dirty mouth moved closer.

The little man lay down obediently, no longer struggling, his eyes didn't know where to look, and he didn't blink.

Suddenly, there was the noise of the crowd on the street not far away, and the sound of footsteps came from the corner of the quiet street.

The few homeless ruffians were startled.

"Brother, you wait here first, and a few of us go out to have a look."

After speaking, several people walked outside.

The leader also stopped for a while and looked out vigilantly.

The bodies of the people who went out to check disappeared into the darkness, and then came the sound of fighting and a few mournful wailing, and then returned to calm.

"Who? Who's there? Second child, third child, how are you? Are you okay?"

No one answered.

The hooligan at the head noticed that something was wrong, and hurriedly wrapped the little man on the ground, carried it on his shoulders, and turned to run away.

I only heard a thud, and a feather arrow flew from behind, inserted straight into the hooligan's calf, pierced through it, and blood spilled on the ground.

The hooligan was in pain, and a staggering fell forward, and the little man on his shoulders was thrown out immediately.

The little man did not land on the ground, a black shadow flashed in the air, and he was embraced by a tall figure.

The figure was hidden in the darkness, and his face could not be seen clearly, but he could feel the chill emanating from his body, which was even colder and raging than the cold wind in this winter night.

The injured hooligan lay on the ground, hugging his calf, lost his voice in pain, and could only roll around on the ground.

There was light coming from the corner of the alley, and then a group of guards holding torches walked in neatly. The guard walking in front, holding a bow and arrow in his hand, was dressed in black, with a blank face and sharp eyes.

Cheng Feng carried the bow and arrow to the hooligan, bent over and pulled the feather arrow out sharply, the hooligan twitched in pain, and the feather arrow immediately penetrated his other calf.

"Master, what should I do with this person?"

The dark figure finally moved and stood under the flames. The little man had been tightly wrapped in his robe, and he was hugging him around his chest.

Pei Zheng's face was gloomy and terrifying.

"Bring back."