"Spare you? Okay! I spare you!"
The big man with a beard held a stick with the thickness of a child's arm in his hand, and every time he said a word, he would violently draw the stick on the child who was already curled up on the ground and hugged his calf begging hard.
The child was skinny, with tattered clothes and bruises and blood all over his body.
Beside him, there were three boys and two girls huddled aside like quail, watching this scene in fear.
"Father, father... I'm sorry, I'm going to kill my father..."
The boy's breathing gradually became weak, his face was swollen and he couldn't see his appearance, and his right leg was weirdly drooping, which was obviously interrupted.
The man took a sip of wine into his mouth, sneered and hit the stick again, and then threw the stick bitterly.
"This is a lesson for you! Don't expect me to treat you! Get up early tomorrow and beg for me. If I don't earn a gold coin tomorrow, I will kill you!"
"Yes, yes father..."
"And you!" The man suddenly turned his head and kicked a boy into the room. "Don't think that you will be fine if you escaped this time! You are the same as him. Tomorrow night, I want to see you every time. Someone brought back a gold coin!"
A group of children shivered, tears falling down, but they slammed their mouths and did not dare to make a sound.
Little Dyson squatted on the roof, tears streaming down his eyes. His little hand gripped the witch's hand tightly, silently watching the scene below.
"Save, save them..."
It took a long time for the young boy to find his voice.
The witch frowned in annoyance, and sneered in disbelief, "Huh? What did you say, want me to save them? Now you see, human beings are inherently cruel, cold-blooded and selfish!"
"Save them, they will be killed tomorrow!"
Dyson has seen people begging on the side of the road, and people hate these little beggars. Seeing them will drive them away, and only a few people will give them some copper coins.
A silver coin can be exchanged for 10 copper coins, that is to say, before the sun goes down tomorrow, each of them has to earn 100 copper coins.
This is simply impossible!
The witch stood up and patted her dress to make her look more beautiful and delicate.
Then he stretched out his hand and said to Little Dyson: "Let's go, we should go back."
"Do not!"
Little Dyson turned his face away when he refused, and hugged his knees.
The villain was small and started to get angry again.
The witch held her forehead with a headache, "Really not leaving?"
"They will really die!" Little Dyson looked at them pityingly, and even the boy who was beaten by the stick was still lying on the floor dying, "Maybe... Maybe he can't survive tonight at all!"
He would die in this cold night, in the hands of the man he called his father.
"Okay, then I'm going. You said, when that man finds you tomorrow, what will your ending be like? Will he also be adopted as an adopted son and rush to the street to beg?"
The witch's tone was bewitching, with a terrifying gloom.
Little Dyson shook his body, he clenched the hem of his clothes tightly, but insisted on his thoughts.
"No, you will save them!"
The young boy shook his head, don't know why, he felt this way in his heart.
"Little cute, I like your innocence~" The witch covered her mouth and bent her eyes, innocent and brilliant.