Fishing the Myriad Heavens

In addition, there are various modern weapons! These are also deadly threats!

Before the Qing dynasty, a hundred schools of thought quarreled, and various martial art masters and grand masters emerged endlessly!

In modern times, with the advent of firearms and ammunition, martial arts began to wither.

Fortunately, I've worked hard for a lifetime of boxing, but I can't afford to practice guns for another year!

This is the fortune of the working masses, but the sadness of martial arts.

From Daniel and others, Beifeng knew that the martial arts had not completely fallen, but it was hidden deeper.

Beifeng watched the time, it was eight o'clock in the morning, washed a bit, and the north wind went out.

"Beggar? Or gangster?"

Beifeng stood on the overpass, watching the pedestrians coming and going thoughtfully.

"The beggar still forgets about it, no one else has done anything harmful, and there is no need to change his life track."

He watched a ragged beggar begging at a pedestrian on the road, Beifeng thought for a moment, and turned silently away.

"Will you choose a gangster?"

At night, Beifeng came to a bar and looked at some tattoos inside. I was not a good person.

"Forget it, it's just a little punk."

Beifeng left silently.

三 For three days, Beifeng did not find a satisfactory candidate.

At night, the north wind unknowingly walked into a bustling pedestrian street. Most of the two sides were selling clothes.

"Sister, you are so beautiful, I will send you two flowers."

Zhou Zhoulin had dinner with her boyfriend Sun Qiang, preparing to go to the movies, and walked outside the cinema. The little girl, about ten years old, said to Zhou Lin sweetly, holding a bunch of packed roses.

"What a beautiful rose, thank you little sister."

Zhou Zhoulin took the rose, touched the little girl's head, and then Sun Qiang was ready to leave.

"Brother, I gave my sister a flower, and you have to pay for it."

The little girl came forward and dragged Sun Qiang's clothes.

"Little sister, this is the flower you gave me."

Zhou Zhoulin asked in surprise.

"But my brother has to pay."

The little girl pulled Sun Qiang's clothes without letting go.

"How much is that?"

Sun Qiang helplessly asked the little girl.

"One twenty, two forty dollars."

The little girl's answer made Sun Qiang's face froze.

"Little Linzi, return her flowers."

Sun Qiang is a little depressed, really really think he is stupid!

Three or five dollars, Sun Qiang will not say anything, directly give money, but now two roses actually cost forty dollars!

"Little sister, I will return the flowers to you, no more, will you let go of this brother's clothes?"

Zhou Lin handed the flowers to the little girl and said lightly.

不 "No, the flower is already for you, it's yours."

The little girl not only did not let go, but grasped a little tighter, said stubbornly.

With two eyes stubbornly watching Zhou Lin.

怎么 "How could there be such terrible eyes!"

Wu Zhoulin's eyes on the little girl were a little scared.

怎么 样 What kind of eyes are this, full of numbness and hatred.

"Sun Qiang, or ..."

不可能 "Impossible! Give her the flowers and let us go! If you like it, I will go to the flower shop and give you a bunch!"

Sun Qiang's temper came up and grabbed two roses from Zhou Lin and gave them to the little girl.

"I warn you, don't keep up!"

Then he broke the little girl's hand and took Zhou Lin away.

"Sun Qiang, do you say that this little girl was forced to sell flowers? What if I can't sell the flowers and go back and be beaten?"

Zhou Lin whispered.

"So what, too many unfortunate people, can you help me? Besides, what if it is a liar?"

Sun Qiang has a headache, Zhou Lin's heart is still too soft.

The two chatted and went away.

The little girl silently picking flowers on the ground.

"Give me two flowers."

A figure appeared in front of the little girl and said lightly, holding a hundred dollars in his hand.

The little girl looked up at the man in front of her, then took out two flowers and took a hundred dollars, but did not mean to find money.

Bei Beifeng didn't care, took two flowers into a coffee shop next to him, ordered a cup of coffee and drank slowly.

Beifeng is not a panic with money to burn, it's just a moment of reluctance.

I thought that if I hadn't been picked up and raised by my grandpa, maybe my life would be even more miserable than this little girl now.

But the main reason is that Beifeng feels that he has found the best candidate!

Of course not the little girl who sells flowers, but the man who now appears in front of the little girl.

"Little bitch, only a little money in one day is not enough for me to have a lot of mahjong money."

The man took the piecemeal one hundred dollars from the little girl and muttered dissatisfied.

"Sell the flowers well, don't be lazy, I'll add you an egg today to 300 nights."

The man walked away after getting the money.

After 10 o'clock, the pedestrians on the street began to thin out, and the little girl also left with the remaining flowers.

Bei Beifeng settled the account and left the shop door silently, and followed the little girl.

走 This walk took more than half an hour until walking into a village in the city.

The buildings in the village of Tancheng were decades ago, and they were said to be demolished every year, but they have not been implemented until now.

Dilapidated roads, gloomy street lights, low-rise buildings, and a high-rise building across the street form a sharp contrast ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The most of them are some migrant workers, although some are broken here, but Wins cheaper in rent.

Along the way, Beifeng saw several little girls and boys appear silently, and walked in one direction, but did not say hello to each other, and looked sullen.

Beibei's eyes were colder again.

Soon a few children entered a shabby-looking house, and burst into tears.

"Cry what cry! Cry again and break your foot believe it or not!"

A man frowned, and the words in his mouth were chilling.

"This benefit is getting worse and worse, today it is less than 3,000 yuan."

A dozen men counted the money collected today in the yard.

"Boss, tell me to sell those kids who can't sell their flowers, and leave them with one more mouth to eat."

The man pinching a monkey's gill said dissatisfied.

"Fuck! Are you stupid? Who dares to have such a big child?"

Another retorted.

"Want me to interrupt my hands and feet, and pull out to beg."

Another said cruelly, looking at a dozen children in the yard with unpleasant eyes.

"咚咚!"

There was a knock at the door, and everyone was stunned.

A clever man hurried to the door and looked out through the door slit.

But the street lights outside were dim, and no one could see why.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise as the wooden door flew towards the yard.

The unlucky ghost standing behind the door did not hum, and passed out.

"Brothers! Copy guys!"

The dart collar narrowed his eyes and said coldly after seeing that there was only one person.