My fairy is too affectionate

Chapter 162

Chen Jing went to buy sheep, while Yun Chi Suqiu stayed on the sword boat.

The sword boat floats on the clouds, with a wide field of vision, and can see extremely far away.

"Little sister," Su Qiu twirled two green onion-like fingers, and lightly pulled the clothes of the person beside him, "That person is extraordinary."

"Which one?" Yun Chi followed Su Qiu's line of sight, not knowing if the unusual person that the second sister spoke of was a little guy who was being beaten with his head in his arms, or a thick guy with a whip.

"That child," Su Qiu closed her eyelids to moisten her eyeballs, and then opened her eyes to see the boy more thoroughly, "He is a child of destiny."

The upward world is rich in luck, and most people have more or less luck. At that time, Suqiu decisively exchanged the Huanshen yarn for a little girl, just because she saw her luck was against the sky, her luck was strong, and the people and animals around her Everyone can get a share.

The heaven and the earth in the lower world also run with luck, but it is far less dense than the upper world. Only a very small number of arrogance can attract luck to get close.

The young man was surrounded by luck, which might not be unusual in the upper world, but in the lower world, where luck is thin, as long as he doesn't die early, he will surely achieve great things in the future.

Just as she was talking, Suqiu's hand was empty, "Where are you going, little sister?"

"Go and see what the Son of Destiny looks like!"

There was just a thunderstorm last night, and the trails interspersed in the small grassland were trampled by horseshoes and sheep's hooves, and animal feces were stirred into the mud, making it slippery and smelly.

The boy who was rolling around in the mud with his head in his arms was kicked again, and his whole body convulsed with pain.

"Abducted by a wolf? I think you are that wolf, white-eyed wolf!" The tall and strong man with wide cheeks and snub nose scolded angrily, "I told you to herd the horse, but the horse died; I asked you to herd the sheep, but the sheep was lost; I'll beat you to death, you bastard..."

Cursing, raising his hand was another whip.

If you want to add a crime, why worry!
The rattan is wrapped with a horsewhip made of rags, which is full of tenacity. The rough man is very strong, and the whip is full of blood. Except for the head protected by his arms, the dry and thin boy has no intact skin.

The young man curled up in the mud, new wounds added to old wounds, the burning pain, the dirty mud wrapped in feces stuck to the fresh welts, as if to marinate him into jerky.

The father was run on the temple, implicating the relatives.

His mother died, his father also died, he was reduced to a slave, the two sisters were born Zhouzheng, one was taken into the womb of the crown prince, and the other was locked in an iron cage and carried to the auction house.

This piece of grassland is the private property of the owner.

The head of the family is also a person who is excluded by the temple, but he is a prince, the emperor's own son, even if he is exiled, he is also rich and well-clothed.

The man who whipped him was also a man slave, and it was this man who kicked his father to death.

A lowly man tramples a lowly one.

This is a slave!
In the eyes of the father, there is the king, the people, and the world, but the king only sees longevity, and the people only see themselves. The world is not benevolent, and everything is a dog.

His father was loyal to the emperor, the people, and the world all his life, and taught him the same way, but his family was ruined.

He still remembered his father's hesitant words when he was dying, "Shan'er, don't hate me, Your Majesty can't help herself..."

The boy has become a clay figurine, his bloody body wrapped in mud.

Consciousness was already blurred, and the grinning man was approaching again with a riding whip. The boy's mouth was full of fishy sweetness, and blood flowed out of his mouth, his face, and poured into his ears.

Today, he couldn't escape.

While his head was in a daze, the warm smile like the sun came from far to near, riding the wind, and he could see who was coming.

"Mother," the boy said with blood dripping from his mouth, trying to pull the corner of his mouth, and smiled at his mother, "Have you come to pick up Shan'er?"

The big man yelled and swung his whip high, viciously lashing at the immobile dog, but was repelled by an unknown force, staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, then couldn't move.

Yun Chi lowered his head and glanced at the boy lying in the mud with his eyes closed, and frowned.

"I'm not your mother." Yun Chi took out a handful of plain wintersweet petals and handed them to the young man, "Eat them and you will live."

The boy suffered multiple fractures all over his body, but fortunately he did not hurt his heart or brain, so he was still alive.

The clear voice that shook like a bell did not penetrate the eardrums, but exploded directly in the brain, not the gentle and continuous voice of the mother.

half an hour.

The boy with half his face buried in the mud had a narrow slit in his swollen eyes, and only one hand was visible.

It was a slender white woman's hand, with a blindingly white cuff, and a red ribbon was casually wrapped around the white cuff a few times.

After his exile, he had never seen such a cleanly dressed woman.

You can come and go here at will, and the clothes are expensive. Xu is the princess of the prince's family who came here to play.

How can petals heal?It's just that those who are high above have nothing to do to find fun.

The young man's heart turned cold, and a faint wry smile escaped from the corner of his mouth, but this was his only chance to live, and he had to firmly grasp it.

He had to live, go back to collect debts alive, and find the two sisters alive.

You have to do what she says in order to fight for your life.

Yun Chi could see that the boy's hands and feet were broken and twisted, but he didn't intend to feed him. So far, Xiao Guanfeng was the only one who could condescend her to feed him himself.

The boy tried more than a dozen times, and finally moved his fractured left hand to his mouth, and it took him a long time to twist a flower petal.

The wrist is broken and I can't use my strength, and the petals twist and fall.

Often repeated.

Yun Chi finally lost his patience, pinched the boy's jaw with one hand, pinched his mouth open, and stuffed a handful of flower petals into it.

As soon as the yellow petals entered the abdomen, warm currents swept across the body from the abdomen, and the pain disappeared little by little.

The puffiness around the eyes subsided, and the boy raised his eyelids to see the woman in front of him clearly.

She was dressed in a pure white dress, with a red ribbon wrapped around her waist like the cuffs, and red agates dotted the ends of her scattered braids.

Beautiful!

She is more beautiful than all the women he has ever seen, the two sisters are not as beautiful as her, and the empress in the palace is also not as beautiful.

At this moment, she pointed her palm at his broken wrist, and a burst of blue light shot out from her palm.

The blue light shot into the wrist, miraculously, the broken wrist recovered quickly.

He wanted to ask her if she was a fairy, but he was afraid that she would be a fairy.

After a while, Yun Chi used spiritual power to connect all the broken bones of the young man, and used a cleansing talisman to remove the dirt all over his body, and began to take a closer look at the man of destiny.

The boy was about twelve or thirteen years old, his skin was sallow, and he was as skinny as a stick.

Malnourished!

A pair of eyes are extremely bright, embedded in the thin face, vivid and vivid.

The young man stood in front of Yunchi uneasily, and handed over the hilt of a short dagger, "Kid, have you ever killed anyone?"

The young man opened his eyes wide, looking at the fairy-like woman in disbelief.

The ancestors of the family are all scholars, and he is also a scholar. He never thought of killing people.

Can he...can kill?

The young man turned his head to look at the big man with tearing eyes not far away, and then looked at Yunchi blankly.

Yun Chi stared at the boy with a half-smile, "The person who hit you will wake up after half a stick of incense. Maybe you can use this half stick of incense to escape and run as far as you can."

The young man turned his head to look at the big man. This man killed his father and almost killed him. When the man can move, he will definitely kill him again.

People who are full of evil, who bully the good and fear the evil, deserve to die!
After struggling for a short while, the boy held the handle of the knife with trembling fingers, and walked towards the villain tremblingly, step by step.

His body was shaking crazily, his heart was beating wildly, and his stiff fingers were tightly gripping the handle of the knife.

The big man fell into the mud, unable to move or shout, but he could still see and hear the young man who was walking towards him slowly, holding a cold dagger, just like a deadly ghost.

Terrified to the extreme, the big man's protruding eye sockets dripped with muddy tears, and his lower body was also full of hot flashes.

"You killed my father," the young man looked down at the big man, his clear eyes gradually clouded, and finally covered with fierce murderous aura, "You killed my father!"

(End of this chapter)