Let the Villain Go

The residents near Black Street know that a mysterious young man has recently arrived here.

This young man always wore a black hat and mask, and then put on a hooded blouse to cover himself tightly. He speaks little, never talks with others, he only lives with the little ones who rely on thieves to live on this street, doing nothing all day long, what he likes to do most is sitting on the embankment of the Heishui River in a daze. Sitting often is a whole day.

But since he came, the little gangsters on this street no longer dare to trouble chase. They seem to gradually find that this young man, although he talks less but is a good hand in fighting, starts from No mercy, in just a few days, the little gangsters inside and out were basically convinced by him.

On the other side of the Heishui River, there is a two-story low house, a cheap hotel run by Fatty Ayuan.

Xiao Chai climbed on the high external wall, looked inward from a narrow window for a long time, and finally jumped down disappointedly. He ran across the river on a wooden bridge drawn by several iron cables, and came to his friend who was sitting on the embankment.

"Let's go, go back. Today's harvest is not bad." He took out two yellow wowotou from his arms and gave one to Ye Peitian.

But he found that his friend didn't seem to hear what he said, and was still looking at the window he had just jumped down across the river in a daze.

"There, a good friend of mine once lived." Xiao Chai pulled Ye Peitian up, and explained why he climbed up as he walked. "That's really a good friend. When he left, he even deliberately Go to my house and leave me a bag of sweets. I often go to see it, hoping that he can come back someday."

It rained not long ago, which made this muddy street even more filthy.

Two people, one tall and one short, stepped on the puddle on the ground and walked in the dark alley. In a dark corner of the roadside, a ragged woman unbuttoned her clothes and was breastfeeding her child. There were two young, skinny children beside her, busy helping her mother to clean up the shabby which was splashed by rain. cotton.

Seeing Xiao Zhui and Ye Peitian walking by stepping on the water, two scrawny little boys wanted to hug Ye Peitian's legs.

"Brother, hungry. Give me something to eat."

They failed, and Ye Peitian didn't see how to move. As soon as he raised his hand, he took their collars and pushed the two children into the mud without mercy.

Xiao Huo cursed and waved to shoo away, "Walking around, I want to bully when I see newcomers. I can't eat enough, so how can I give you two little boys."

"If you can't afford it, don't give birth to so many. Even if you leave it on the street, no one will support you."

There are often women on this street who are forced to have children, but most of these women will not raise these children whose fathers do not even know who they are.

Xiao Chai is one of the children abandoned on this street by their parents, and is the few who survived by chance among those abandoned children.

The two boys who were accustomed to encountering rejection rolled in the mud without crying, crawled back to their mother's side and wiped the muddy water on their faces, looking at Ye Peitian's attractive wowotou pitifully. Their skinny and sluggish mother took out her hand and touched them casually, which was comforting.

The slender legs that walked past them did not stop in the slightest, but the golden wowotou was thrown over and rolled in the mother’s arms accurately, lying there golden brilliantly, without touching The slightest muddy water.

"Oh, I said you are really who you are. How many times have I told you, you can’t be so soft-hearted, they just look at you soft-hearted and stop you every time. I suspect you would have starved to death if you didn’t meet me "The young but very mature little chaser was scribbling to his friend while taking out his own little head from his arms, breaking it in half, and handing it to Ye Peitian.

Ye Peitian didn't speak, and took it with his hands and ate slowly.

The owner of a steamed bun shop on the street lifted the cover of a drawer of steamed steamed buns, and the aroma of white bread spread to the street.

Xiao Chai took a couple of breaths, and quietly touched his stomach.

He only ate half a wowotou in a whole day, which really made him feel a little unbearable. Although Wowotou is delicious, but the portion is too small, it is better to eat black cakes, and I will change to black cakes tomorrow. He thought in his heart.

Ye Peitian stopped, turned around and took a look at him, a piece of green magic seed emerged from his finger, and he passed it to the bun shop.

Xiao Zhuiyi grasped his hand, looked around in a fuss, and said in a low voice, "What are you going to do? You are a Tier 3 demon seed, whether it is embedded in equipment for kinetic energy or tax for rare substances. , It's so easy to use, you actually want to use it for steamed buns?"

Ye Peitian was a little dazed. After living for a few days, he probably knew the trading situation in the world. This was the only lowest-level magic seed he could find. But the boy in front of him seemed to disagree with his use.

An old gray-haired woman dragged a dilapidated flatbed truck with waste several times her size, and was moving forward along the road little by little.

Xiao Chai put his hands in his pockets, passed by slowly, and suddenly stretched out his hand, pulled out a palm-sized damaged demon body from the pile of waste, and ran away. Laugh while running,

"Granny Wu, you can't sell such a broken body anyway, so just give it to Xiaoye for fun."

Granny Wu knocked on a bamboo pole in her hand and stopped to yell at her. If she only looked at her skinny and aging appearance, she couldn't tell that she could have such a fighting ability when she cursed.

In the golden age, the elderly and children will be respected and cared for by society. In today's wasteland era, these two weak groups have become the first objects to be abandoned. Today, the elderly or children who can still live alone have no real weaknesses.

Those bundled wastes lost their weight in her beating and slowly dumped to one side.

One arm lifted up and supported it firmly.

Ye Peitian's sleeves were rolled to his elbows, and his exposed arms were a bit thin and pale, but they were extremely stable against the small mountain-like objects.

"Young man, help the old woman to drag a hand. Pull these old bones, they are almost scattered into the soil."

Granny Wu is getting older, and she has met many people. Within these two days, she has grasped the temper of the new young man. He looked cold, but he was actually very easy to talk, and he was very powerful.

Sure enough, she saw that Ye Peitian was silent for a moment, and after all, she took the rope of the trailer, and pulled the car into the alley where she lived without saying a word.

When he arrived at the residence, he even took the initiative to unload the heavy cargo and move it into the warehouse where Granny Wu had accumulated waste.

Granny Wu grabbed Ye Peitian, who was about to leave, and stuffed a piece of potato cake she made in his hand.

"Thank you, young man. I'll ask Lennon to help next time."

When Xiao Chai found Ye Peitian, Ye Peitian was still standing by the roadside looking at the golden potato pie in his hand.

"Damn, that stingy old lady is so generous today." Xiao Chai pads her feet, licks her lips and looks at the greasy pancake, "Divide me in half."

Inside the lord's mansion of Winter City.

City Lord Huan Shengjie stood up, "What did you say? Are you sure it is him?"

Standing across from Huan Shengjie was a lame man with a prosthesis on his leg, with his back bent, and respectfully replied, "City Lord, I will not admit my mistake, I almost died in his hands, that I will always remember how men manipulated the sand. After the war that day, I quietly left my summoned beast hidden in the ground."

"Qiu Zhi, come out." He whispered toward the empty place.

Half of the head of a huge rat-shaped summoned beast emerged from the ground.

"Master." Sounded with a low magnetic voice

"Tell the city lord what you saw."

"Yes, Master. The man came out of the forest soon, wearing a mask and a hat, dressed very strangely, and slowly followed the team into Winter City. Today, I found it on the dark street in the city again. He. It seems that he has lived there for several days."

Huan Shengjie paced twice in the house. "Ye Peitian, Ye Peitian, how could he appear with us."

The lame man took a step forward from the shadows and said cautiously, "I once fought this devil, and that time everyone died, but I was lucky enough to survive. On the battlefield that day, I saw The sand in the air feels wrong."

Shengjie Huan slowly sat down: "I'll just say where did such a high-level sand control saint come from, but he didn't show up, and the demon seeds were not divided, and they were given to us for nothing?"

"That's because he is Ye Peitian, how dare he appear in front of us."

Shengjie Huan's eyes rolled sharply, and he rubbed his hands: "If you say so, we must all be on guard."

"City Lord, don't you know Ye Peitian's secret? This is a golden opportunity of a lifetime." The man approached.

"You, you mean? Why are you so courageous? No, that's Ye Peitian, the demon. We can't afford it."

"Isn’t the reason why God’s love is in the present situation is because he controlled this man in his hands early?" A bit of blood, no matter how severe the injury is, can be saved, and if certain parts are obtained, it will have the effect of a dead body."