Villain: I Call My Disciple The Queen

Didn't go far.

Suddenly, a lot of people gathered in front of them, and there was a noisy noise.

"Stinky beggar, what a fucking obscurity! The one who returned the fuck was an orc! "

Not far from Su Yuan and the two.

About three or four strong men surrounded a dirty little beggar, punched and kicked, kicked and scolded her mother over and over again.

"Stinky orcs, get out of our realm!"

The little beggar curled up, shivering, not daring to resist.

The little beggar looked a few years younger than Jiang Yuebai.

Dressed in tattered cloth, a white cloth was wrapped around her eyes.

Unusually, her little head is topped with a pair of furry pointed ears.

Is that?

Cat ears?

The strong man was still puzzled, and he carried the little beggar and fell heavily to the ground.

Then another kick knocked over the broken bowl she was begging.

In the broken bowl of begging, there was nothing to give alms, but a lot of broken stones were thrown maliciously.

The sound of a broken bowl being kicked over was heard.

The little beggar endured the severe pain and protected the bowl under him.

"A mongrel is a mongrel!"

"Don't come to insult our eyes, how far to die!"

"Yes, the mongrel get out of our realm!"

The little beggar faced the punches and kicks of several strong men, and did not say a word, just holding the bowl, curled up, and shivered.

"Yes... I'm sorry..." the

little beggar let out a childish voice, trembling slightly.

[Ding, detected the cursed son]

in Su Yuan's mind.

The sound of the system suddenly sounded.

Then.

A crystal blue figure panel suddenly appeared.

Name: Mu Qingxue

Race: Half-human, Half-Demon

Identity: Cursed Son

Qi Luck Points: 8000

Props

: No Gong Method: No

Realm: None

"That little beggar, is the son of the curse?"

Su Yuan stopped.

Walk towards the crowd.

"Bastard, a cheap life, give Lao Tzu death!"

Several strong men blushed, as if this little beggar was a tool for them to vent their anger.

However.

Just when they still want to keep kicking.

One of the strong men was directly stunned in place.

Because of his legs, he disappeared strangely directly, and blood splattered all around.

"Ugh!"

The strong man collapsed to the ground, roaring in tears.

The crowd of onlookers intuitively gave way to him.

Su Yuan put his hands behind him.

The nine-foot-tall figure looked full of oppression, and slowly walked towards the three strong men.

Obviously, it was his hand.

"You... Who are you..." The

remaining strong man collapsed to the ground in fright.

The person in front of him, just from the temperament, does not look like an ordinary character.

Jiang Yuebai wanted to step forward and pick up the little beggar.

The little beggar was trembling because his eyes were covered with a white cloth and did not know what was happening.

At the moment when Jiang Yuebai touched her.

Perhaps a conditioned reflex.

The little beggar curled up, shivering, and his childish voice trembled: "Yes... I'm sorry, I... I don't dare..." the

surrounding crowd was talking.

"He's a cultivator of the Immortal Gate!"

"It seems that yes, this temperament is by no means an ordinary person."

"It seems that those three are going to be out of luck."

The people who had clapped their hands before now avoided it and began to accuse the three strong men of not being light or heavy.

Su Yuan glanced at the little beggar.

With a few fingers, the round elixir turned into a streamer and fell on Jiang Yuebai's hand.

"Give it to her."

Seeing that Su Yuan casually took out a supreme elixir, the people around him exclaimed, and they even confirmed the identity of his cultivator.

"Li Shang, what you do to this girl, I will do to you."

Said.

Su Yuan's right foot stepped lightly, and in an instant, he appeared in front of one of the strong men.

Then kicked the strong man's body.

Burst!

The strong man screamed miserably, directly turning into nothingness, and the ash was not left.

See this scene.

There was a riot in the field, and those onlookers fled in all directions, as if they had seen a ghost, for fear of being affected.

The other two strong men tried to escape.

But how could mere mortals escape Su Yuan's palm.

Then he flashed in front of a strong man Ling, kicked him directly, and even the ashes were not left, turning into nothingness.

The remaining one was so frightened that his legs were soft and he could only crawl on the ground.

"Around ... Round life, adult, small one has eyes that don't know Mount Tai, spare your life..." The

burly strong man was actually frightened, trembling with fright, and kowtowed to Su Yuan vigorously.

"Oh? It's fair that this seat is just giving to others in the other way, isn't it?

When the strong man heard this, his face changed greatly.

You mother is called to give back the body!

Su Yuan has no nonsense.

Raised his foot and stepped on the top of the strong man's head, "For a little girl, you can put such a heavy hand, and it is not too much for this seat to do this."

"Ah!!"

The strong man screamed heartbreakingly.

Not far away, Jiang Yuebai covered his ears for the little beggar.

The words fell.

Su Yuan stepped down directly.

The strong man directly evaporates and turns into air.

The people who were still watching the excitement nearby disappeared without a trace.

Finish packing up these people.

Su Yuan came to the little beggar's side.

Silent, he checked her injuries, and then flicked his right palm over the little beggar, and the faint red light healed the shocking bruises on her body.

The little beggar did not feel pain for half a sound, but his body was warm, and the pain gradually disappeared.

"You're okay, those bad guys have already been beaten away by my master."

Jiang Yuebai's heart softened.

Ignoring her dirty hair, he touched her head and praised: "Wow, your ears are so beautiful!" "

The little beggar is also silver-haired, with two furry ears on his small head, like a combination of a man and a cat.

Cat lady?

"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you."

Jiang Yuebai picked up the little beggar and said softly.

"Thank you..." The

little beggar's small mouth opened, and a childish and soft voice sounded.

"Your eyes?"

Su Yuan found that this little girl's eyes were wrapped in a white cloth, could it be that she was blind?

The little beggar was unguarded against Su Yuan and the two.

Her dirty little face always had a smile, and then slowly untied the white cloth wrapped around her eyes.

"Because of the blood of the cat demon race flowing on my body, my eyes are a little different from normal people, it is cat pupils, they think my eyes are too terrifying, so they gouge my eyes."

The childish and soft voice of the little beggar was flat.

See the eyes of the little beggar.

Jiang Yuebai covered her small mouth, her white and tender little fists slowly squeezed up, and her apricot eyes were filled with tears.

It's hard to imagine how much it hurts for the little beggar's eyes to be gouged out alive.

"Master, can we help her..."

Jiang Yuebai Xing's eyes were filled with tears, and she gently tugged at the corner of Su Yuan's clothes and asked in a low voice.

Su Yuan's eyes lowered and he nodded slightly.

Rao was him, all touched by this poor little beggar.

It is clear that it is all atmospheric luck, but the life of the cursed son is so pitiful.