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Chapter 317 Brother Wushe, Let's Bury Him

The beggar was about forty years old, with a chin beard and looked a little scruffy.

He snorted disdainfully, picked up the broken bowl in front of him and shook it.

"Yo young master, either you give me the money, or you don't bother me."

"There are people coming and going in this martial arts training ground, anyone can come here, why can't I sleep here!"

Fang Wushe frowned: "No money! If you have any, I won't give it to you."

He took Bai Zhi'er's little hand: "Sister Zhi'er, let's go, don't care about this kind of rascal."

Bai Zhi'er still blinked her big curious eyes, looking at the beggar.

For some reason, the beggar seemed a little uncomfortable with such a clear and pure gaze.

He quickly looked away, then put his hands behind his head and lay down on the straw mat.

It doesn't matter if you lie down, it's just that when the beggar moves like this, the clothes that don't fit are pulled up again.

His white belly and navel were exposed again.

Xu was a little embarrassed, the beggar stretched out his hand to pull the clothes, but when he was lying down, the size of the clothes became narrower.

In the end he simply ignored it.

Seeing that Bai Zhi'er didn't leave, Fang Wushe asked, "Zhi'er, do you feel sorry for him?"

"Let me tell you, Younger Sister, there are many beggars in the capital. They have hands and feet, but they are greedy and lazy."

"They don't want to find a decent job, they just want to be beggars, and the food they get is effortless."

"So, we don't have to pity him."

Bai Zhi'er blinked his eyes: "But if he just lies here, if he catches a cold, he will feel very uncomfortable!"

The little guy thought for a while, and his round face was full of immature and well-behaved expressions.

"How about this, brother Wushe, let's bury him! Show him off, so that his belly button won't catch a cold!"

Fang Wushe and the beggar were surprised at the same time.

buried? !
Fang Wushe looked at Bai Zhi'er's serious expression, as if he really had this idea.

He hesitated for a moment, looked around, and began to wonder: "Where can I get a shovel?"

The beggar suddenly sat up and said angrily, "You guys are endless! Watch around me, isn't this fun!"

Bai Zhi'er's long eyelashes fluttered: "It's not fun, but uncle beggar, diarrhea will be very uncomfortable."

The beggar seemed impatient: "Miss is so kind, donate money to me! I bought suitable clothes, won't my stomach be exposed?"

He picked up the broken bowl again and shook it back and forth, which meant asking for money.

"But I don't have money." The little guy pouted with innocent eyes.

The beggar snorted: "Miss Qian, what else can I say, can it be enough to show kindness and just talk?"

"But uncle beggar, you can ask for money with your mouth, so what's the difference with me?" Bai Zhi'er asked back.

These words made the beggar speechless.

Speechless flashed in his dark eyes.

Bai Zhier blinked her big eyes: "However, we can make an exchange!"

"What exchange?" The beggar was suspicious.

"Help me put the paper kites up high, and I'll treat you to a meal." The little guy said with a smile.

The beggar snorted coldly: "I won't go, I'm lazy and don't want to move."

Bai Zhi'er turned to look at Fang Wushe, and the little milk said decisively, "Brother Wushe, let's bury him~"

The beggar almost jumped up and stomped his feet angrily: "You are threatening me!"

Bai Zhi'er's bright eyes were clear: "Then do you want to go?"

The beggar looked at the little guy's serious look, as if as long as he shook his head, she would immediately ask Fang Wushe to take him away forcibly.

I had no choice but to nod spinelessly: "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)