Dijun, your cute concubine bit someone again

Chapter 1117
Xiao Ling'er blinked her watery eyes, as if she didn't understand, why did the river god say that?
Xiao Ling'er stretched out her white jade hand and touched his ruined half of his face. It was full of bumps, like a ground covered with stones, but after looking at it for a long time, Xiao Ling'er didn't think there was anything wrong with this face?
"Uncle River God, why do you want to change your appearance? Xiao Ling'er thinks you are doing well."

The river god's black eyes glowed with warmth. In this world, only the little girl in his arms would think his face is pretty, right?

"Xiao Ling'er, do you know how many people have been scared to death by this face of this seat?"

Anyone who has seen his face will say that he is a ghost or a monster. Some become fools from fright, and some are frightened to death. Because of this, he has stayed in the Luoshen River for many years. If he wants to go out, It's all done by the shadow, and he can also see what he wants to see and get what he wants through the shadow.

Xiao Ling'er shook her head, and said incomprehensibly, "They are too timid, Xiao Ling'er is not even afraid!"

The River God was amused by Xiao Ling'er's innocent words, and he laughed, if everyone in this world was like Xiao Ling'er, how great would it be?It's a pity that there is only one little Ling'er in this world, what she can do, others cannot.

Heshen hugged Xiao Ling'er, changed her position, let her sit on his lap, looking at him like this, Xiao Ling'er would feel more comfortable.

The God of the River really likes the child Xiao Ling'er, if not for this, he would not want to change his face and remove the scars on his face, although the process was extremely painful for him.

"Xiao Ling'er, do you want to know how the scar on this seat's face came from?"

Xiao Ling'er looked at River God, felt that he had a story to tell, nodded, and listened carefully.

River God's eyes gradually turned away, as if he was recalling something?
"A long time ago, there was a little boy who lived in a dilapidated temple. He had no parents, no relatives, and he didn't even know where he came from. Day after day, he thought in his heart that if he grows up and has the ability, he must shape a golden body for the god in the ruined temple, because it is the god that the little boy can survive."

"But the good times didn't last long. One day, a group of beggars came to the temple. They saw that there were fruit offerings in the temple, so they took all the fruit offerings. When they found the little boy, they threw the little boy out and told him to go away." .”

"The little boy refused to leave, because the little boy didn't know where he could go after he left. The little boy told the beggars that the god in the temple was his father, and he wanted to stay with his father. Laughed loudly. A beggar said that if the little boy wanted to stay, he had to slip through his crotch. In order to stay, the little boy endured the humiliation and slipped through the beggar’s crotch. At that time, the little boy felt that he Like a dog."

Xiao Ling'er listened, tears gradually welled up in her clear eyes: "Those beggars are too hateful."

The God of the River took a look at Xiao Ling'er, and continued: "The little boy thought that the beggars would let him go and he could stay. Yes, the beggars did let the little boy stay. The boy arranged to sleep in a leaking place. At that time, the little boy didn't know it until one night, it rained heavily, which wetted the little boy's only bed of straw and woke him up from his sleep. The little boy was wet all over He wanted to hide in a dry place, but his actions woke up the beggars. They surrounded the little boy with sticks in their hands, and drove him to the place where the rain leaked. Day, until the sky clears."

The River God saw the tears flowing from Xiao Ling'er's eyes, he raised his hand to wipe the tears off her face, his black eyes were calm, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"Do you think it's over? It's not over. The days are getting cooler and the rainy days are getting longer and longer. Those beggars enjoy watching the little boy in the rain. When it's cold, they look at the little boy. The boys were shivering in the rain, and they were roasting and laughing."

"Finally, the little boy couldn't take it anymore. He felt that he was going to die. He finally resisted. But how could he be the opponent of so many beggars? Those beggars restrained the little boy and pressed his face on the fire , burned half of his face, at this moment, a beggar kicked the little boy in the stomach, and asked other beggars to put him on the ground, and cut the other half of the little boy's face with a dagger."

When the River God said this, he suddenly stopped, and a trace of anger flashed in his calm eyes.

Xiao Ling'er cried into tears in the arms of the River God. No matter how much he wiped her fingers, the River God refused to wipe them off.

It's not that Xiao Ling'er has experienced life and death. She watched Huo Feng die in front of her. That kind of death made her heartbroken.But what happened to the little boy in the mouth of the river god did not reach the point of tearing her heart, but it made her extremely uncomfortable, like countless ants, gnawing at her heart.

"And then? What happened to the little boy?"

Little Ling'er asked, unable to wait for the story behind the river god.

The River God raised his crimson sleeves, wiped away the tears from her face, sighed, and said with a slight smile: "Seeing you crying like this, my heart hurts a little, and I don't want to continue talking."

Xiao Ling'er sniffed, forced back the tears, pulled his sleeves softly, and said: "How can you tell half of the story? Uncle River God, tell it soon! Xiao Ling'er stopped crying."

The God of the River looked at the red eyes and nose of the little girl in his arms, and said with a smile: "If I see a tear on your face again, I won't continue talking."

With Xiao Ling'er's assurance, the God of the River continued: "Later, those beggars seemed to have found fun, tortured the little boy in different ways, and even asked the little boy to cut off his body and roast it for the most beautiful little boy among the beggars. Girls eat."

Xiao Linger's eyes widened, and she asked anxiously, "Has the little girl eaten?"

The God of the River lowered his eyes, met her concerned eyes, and nodded: "The villagers only offer fruits to the gods in the temple, and the beggars can't even eat rice, let alone meat. The little girl saw that there was meat to eat." , naturally happy."

A shadow flashed in the eyes of the God of the River. Later, he realized why those beggars wanted to please that beautiful little girl so much, because that little girl could let those beggars vent their desires.

The God of the River didn't tell Xiao Ling'er about this, she was too innocent and kind, and he didn't want the little girl in the story to spoil Xiao Ling'er's ears.

"Does it hurt?" Xiao Ling'er had tears in her eyes, not letting them fall, her little hand was on his chest, stroking gently, as if to heal the pain on his body.

(End of this chapter)