Ding Hao felt like he was walking in a scene from a costume TV series in his previous life, and he suddenly had the illusion of traveling through time and space.
Walking among the crowd, Ding Hao's ethereal temperament and the majestic appearance of the white horse attracted a lot of attention.
"Old man, let's have a bowl of noodles." Ding Hao chose a slightly clean food stall, tied it to the horse post, and stretched out his hand to greet the boss.
The owners of the stall are a white-haired elderly couple in their sixties. The old man is slightly hunched over, but he is energetic and has a rosy face. He greets customers while the old woman is cooking and cooking noodles quickly. Although they are dressed simply , obviously does not come from a wealthy family, but his expression is extremely satisfied. The old man helps the old woman wipe her sweat from time to time, which makes others envious.
The stall was surrounded by a strong aroma and there were many customers. Ding Hao followed the aroma to find him.
"Okay, young man, young man, your noodles are here." The old man said in a long voice, and placed a bowl of noodles with full color, flavor and flavor in front of Ding Hao. The steaming hot noodles instantly made people feel happy in such a snowy winter day. A kind of warmth.
Ding Hao sniffed and moved his index finger. He was about to start immediately. Suddenly, there was a sound of swallowing saliva coming from the side.
Turning his head to look, he saw a child in rags standing next to the stall, his big black eyes widened, staring straight at the noodle bowl in front of Ding Hao, his eyes full of envy.
This child is thin and obviously malnourished. He has been patched up countless times. He looks like a Baijie clothes whose original appearance cannot be seen clearly. He is covered in mud stains and his little hands hanging outside are so cold. He was green and looked extremely pitiful. He had obviously been hungry for a long time and his expression was a little dazed.
Next to the child, there were five or six adults standing. They all looked malnourished. They were sallow and thin, and dressed in tatters. They were incompatible with the bustling atmosphere of the night market. They all had awkward and shy looks on their faces, maybe they were resigned. When I came to the noodle stall with the aroma, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva.
"Dad, I'm hungry..." a child whispered.
The voice was clear and crisp, as sweet as an oriole in an empty valley. She was actually a girl, but her hair was unkempt and she was underdeveloped due to malnutrition, so she looked like a boy.
The man called Dad is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his early thirties. He is about 1.8 meters tall, but is extremely thin. He is almost skinny and bones. His lips are blue. Maybe he is very hungry. His body is shaking a little. Hearing this, his face He showed an embarrassed look, looked into his arms, and finally shook his head sadly, touched the little girl's forehead, and said: "Xue'er, be good, be patient a little longer, and daddy will help you find some later." food… "
As he said that, he looked around for a while and saw someone else's leftover food. He mustered up the courage to ask for some, but unfortunately he was scolded back every time as if he were a beggar. Some vendors looked at these people from a distance and were all confused. He waved them off in disgust.
"***, you stinking beggar, are you looking for death if you rob me of my things?"
A tough young warrior stood up and cursed, and beat the little girl's father into a somersault with a wave of his hand, just because the middle-aged man wanted to pour some of the soup he had eaten to the little girl.
The middle-aged man fell to the ground, knocking hard, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
The other five or six companions hurriedly helped the middle-aged man up. They were angry and angry, but they dared to
I dare not speak when I am angry.
The little girl rushed to her father in panic, with crystal tears streaming down her face, and cried: "Dad, Dad, Xue'er is not hungry anymore, Xue'er is not hungry at all..."
Ding Hao sighed in his heart when he saw this scene.
In essence, the Endless Continent is a cold world where the weak prey on the strong. The prosperity of the night market in front of you cannot cover up the tragedy of the weak. No matter where you are, bullying will always happen. I don’t know why. Ding Hao’s original good mood was... The scene in front of me was completely ruined.
"***, you touched my things and just wanted to leave like this. Stop and pay me!" The young warrior was aggressive and vicious. He even opened his mouth to ask for the little girl's because of the little leftover soup in the bottom of the bowl. Dad compensated me with ten taels of silver.
"I... I have no money, uncle, I don't dare anymore..." The middle-aged man was so frightened that he trembled.
"No money? What do you have in your arms?" The young samurai smiled maliciously and grabbed the middle-aged man into his arms. How could the middle-aged man dodge without knowing martial arts? When he was caught, there was only a stabbing sound, the shabby clothes were torn, and several snow-white silver ingots rolled out from inside.
"No, no, this is the life-saving money that our village has collected. We will use it to hire guardian warriors..." The middle-aged man seemed to be crazy and rushed over to take the money back. Several other companions were at this moment. They were all anxious and rushed over regardless of their safety, surrounding the young warrior.
"Haha, you country bumpkins, why do you want to win with more?" The young warrior sneered and patted the table.
Hurrah!
Next to them stood a dozen strong men with round waists, dressed as warriors, carrying weapons, with ferocious expressions and powerful auras. At first glance, they were wandering warriors who had killed people and seen blood. They sneered one by one, and took the seven or eight beggars. The same country people gathered in the middle.
"You... I..." The group of middle-aged people were frightened and begged: "Masters, please do me a favor. This money is really life-saving money. The guardian warrior in our village has disappeared. We need to use it." It came to re-hire the guardian warriors. Without the guardian warriors, hundreds of people in the village would not be able to survive this winter!"
"Do I care about the life and death of the people in your village? If you touch my things, you have to pay for it. Don't be so nagging. Otherwise, even if I kill you, it will be as easy as killing a dog." The young warrior smiled cruelly, not saying anything at all. Not the slightest bit of compassion.
The eyes of the middle-aged people were full of despair.
Ding Hao sighed, sat there and waved gently, and an invisible force surged out.
The young warrior felt a sudden lightness in his hand, and the silver he held flew out of his hand uncontrollably, turning into a stream of silver light and falling into Ding Hao's hand three or four meters away.
"Why bother killing them all if you have to spare them?" Ding Hao put the money on the table in front of him and said without looking back.
"You ****... little bastard, who do you think you are, do you dare to interfere with my Wen Xin's affairs?" The young warrior was furious and gave his name. It seemed that he was somewhat famous in this area, otherwise he wouldn't be The onlookers all around took a breath of air.
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