Playful and cute concubine

Chapter 913
When Ah Mo saw the speaker, he was a little dazed.

Ada!

It's him!The beggar leader who was later killed by Feng Xie in a fit of anger!

Ada led a group of beggars to surround Feng Xie.

Feng Xie clutched the steamed stuffed bun in her bosom tightly.

He doesn't want to give it to Ada!

"How dare you refuse to hand it in!" Ada had a piece of hay in his mouth, and when he saw that he refused to hand it in, his face immediately turned ferocious. "Stinky fool! You don't know the rules unless you teach me a lesson!"

Ah Mo's face turned cold, he didn't expect such a thing to happen!

In the past, it would have been impossible for her to have thought that a few buns would cause Feng Xie such a disaster.

When she got a little closer, she was blocked back, and she couldn't move forward at all.

"fool……"

She was anxious to get angry and watched him besieged.

He is still a fool who doesn't know how to fight back!
"Hit him to death! Hit him to death!" Ada's face twisted with excitement, commanding this large group of ruffians and beggars to punch and kick Feng Xie.

"Don't hit...don't hit the stupid beggar..." Feng Xie curled up into a ball, refusing to hand it over no matter what.

This is the first time someone gave it to him, and it is still hot... so warm...

He doesn't want to hand it over!

"Stinky fool!" Seeing this, Ada kicked Feng Xie harder and harder. "Hit me! Hit him until he begs for mercy!"

Ah Mo's finger bones were blue and white, and he watched Feng Xie roll into the icy snow, and on the snow, the bright red blood was like gorgeous flowers.

The wound on his arm was opened, bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, but he still refused to let go.

Ah Mo covered her lips, sobbing silently.

idiot...

Until he had no power to resist, couldn't move, and lost consciousness, Ada let out a yell, kicked Feng Xie away, and took the bun wrapped in oiled paper from his arms.

Feng Xie's fingertips trembled slightly, resting on the edge of the oiled paper, unwilling to give it to him.

"Don't grab..." As soon as he spoke, his blood was foaming.

"Bah! You idiot!" Ada kicked him again in bewilderment.

He led a group of people away.

In the night sky, there are numerous snowflakes.

It was late at night, only the sound of the shift, the bustling street was empty, and the small vendors packed up their stalls and left one after another.

The breath turned into frost, and the snow on the ground condensed into ice again.

"Cough..." Feng Xie coughed out a mouthful of bloody froth. He tried to stand up, but his frozen body refused to listen to him.

The palms rubbed against the cold ground, and there was no warmth at all.

The bright red blood on the ground was shocking. People who came and went by chance glanced at him and left indifferently.

Ah Mo stood on the street, quietly accompanying him.

With a simple movement of getting up, he worked hard for half an hour before he walked away precariously.

He was wearing thin, ragged clothes that could not cover his body. After getting wet, he was frozen into ice and hung on his body. He walked barefoot on the snow, and his feet were severely frostbitten.

She didn't know where he was going.

Following behind him for nearly an hour, stumbling all the way, Ah Mo was worried that he would fall down and be unable to get up in the next moment.

From the center of the noisy market, to the quiet street, across the street to the outskirts of the city.

The snowy night in winter was cold, Ah Mo couldn't hold on wearing a cloak, and couldn't imagine how Feng Xie spent the whole winter.

Repeating this life of endless misery every day for 22 years.

Dragging his seriously injured body, he mechanically walked to the ruined temple on the outskirts of the city where half of the wall had collapsed, found a corner of it to keep out the rain, and fell straight down.

The temple was dilapidated, half of the collapsed side was smashed down, the Buddha statue was overturned, covered with dust and cobwebs, and the original face could not be seen clearly for a long time, and one side of the wall was barely crumbling in the wind and rain.

Feng Xie curled up in the straw pile and twitched, and the fluttering snowflakes fell on his side, and he shrank into a ball with the cold.

(End of this chapter)