Demon King Dad

The little beggar ran away, hiding in the darkness of the blizzard. After he left, three delicate snowflakes slowly appeared on the bedroom door, following the little beggar's footsteps through the hole. After the three snowflakes left, the ice in the medicine shop began to melt. Just as quickly as it freezes, the world of ice and snow disappears just as quickly.

The soldiers yelled and escaped from the drugstore. So far, no one dared to enter. It wasn't until noon the next day that when the chief of the soldiers gathered fifty people to break the door, they found the owner of the medicine shop who had been frozen into a popsicle and the small wall hole in the toilet.

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The little beggar covered his hands and walked through the narrow lanes. These dirty roads that only rats would pass through allowed him to avoid the blizzard on the street outside. The bread in his arms has already been frozen to stone, sticking to the skin, giving people a cold like blood that freezes.

But its fragrance is still so strong.

The little beggar held back his saliva and stopped biting the bread. The rest of the food can allow him to survive tomorrow, so there must not be any extravagant waste. Now, he would immediately return to his den, hide the bread, and then hide, like a hamster storing food. Yes, he must go back immediately, before he was killed by the blizzard.

嚓...

At a T-shaped intersection, the footsteps of the little beggar stopped.

He looked at the two forks in front of him. One of them leads to his den, which he calls "home". Just cross this path and walk a little longer to reach the bridge.

But another road leads to the alley where the woman and baby are. I once said that I would take medicine to her.

The little beggar thought for a while, and set foot on the way home without hesitation. Thinking about it carefully, he even regretted his irrational promise just now. What does that woman have to do with herself? Why should I risk my life to get medicine for her? Her daughter died of illness, and we can only blame her mother for not being considerate enough. You can't blame yourself for not helping.

What's more, he didn't get the medicine. Now when I go back, I just watched the baby girl die of illness and couldn't do anything. And the more important point is...

The little beggar looked at the bread in his arms, his eyes glowing as fierce as a wild dog protecting food. Going back now, that woman might come to grab the bread in her hands. When this kind of life is threatened, who cares whether you have helped yourself? In any case, the other party is also an adult, and might kill himself and steal food.

The more he thinks, the more the little beggar feels that his decision is correct. He turned his back to the direction of the baby girl and walked in big strides, faster and faster, more and more hurried...

The three snowflakes did not follow the little beggar. At that T-shaped intersection, they floated out from behind the little beggar. These snowflakes seem to be hesitating about something, hovering constantly at that T-shaped intersection, seem to be hesitating whether to continue following the little beggar or return to the master?

As the figure of the little beggar gets smaller and smaller in the alley, Snow Snow seems to have made up his mind. After they hovered in the air, they rushed to the place where their master was, and abandoned the little beggar.

Foot, stepping on the snow, making a creaking sound.

The little beggar has come to the end of the alley. Through the street outside, you can clearly see the bridge and the bridge hole under the bridge. But for some reason, his footsteps that were about to take the road home, he stopped there, and he didn't take a long time...

Woman holding baby...

Snow dyed the woman's cloak white...

The cry of the baby girl...

Little face with high fever...

Then, it is the picture of the little baby girl slowly, slowly, stopping breathing.

Is it an illusion? Why is there such a scene before us?

The little beggar didn't know.

Reason told him that he should go home immediately. But no matter how his reason persuaded, his footsteps were still unable to move forward. Just like the frozen world, the little beggar was also frozen there.

The night is getting deeper.

In such wind and snow, that woman and baby girl must not be able to survive tonight...

Before he knew it, the little beggar slowly raised his hands. He looked at his fingertips, with the crystallized blood of the shop owner stuck on it. But for some reason, he remembered a feeling...

He touched that little baby girl in order to feed her.

He had felt the warmth of the little baby girl and knew that she was feverish.

On his fingertips, among the ten fingers that were almost numb from the cold, and there were even blood clots stuck on them, he felt a faint warmth...

...

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Snowflakes are falling.

At the alley leading to the main street, there is no such thing as a beggar. On the street, the piled up snow formed a large carpet, immaculate, extending far away...

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why……?

When taking steps, the little beggar kept asking himself why. He couldn't find the answer, and he was even ashamed of his behavior. This is not something that a person who wants to live should do. He should get into his den now, put on the torn blanket, and endure the sun rising tomorrow. Instead of letting his feet run so fast here, go to the place he shouldn't go at all!

The figure of the little beggar shuttled in the alleys, his physical strength had been consumed a lot, and he was even a little out of breath. But he didn't stop, and walked over a little bit. Instead, he ran faster and harder. There is a faint worry in his heart. He didn't know what he was worried about, anyway, the little girl's hot face was always dangling in front of his eyes. For a newly born child, what does the high fever mean? Needless to say.

"Ha...ha...ha...ha..."

Finally, he arrived. The little beggar leaned on the wall at the entrance of the alley, dragging his almost collapsed body into it. His eyes searched here anxiously, he opened those trash cans, jumped over the stinking ditch where rats ransacked, and walked inside.

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Snowflakes are flying here. However, the woman and her baby were gone, leaving only the place where the woman was sitting just now, where the snow was messy.

"Ha...ha...ha...ha...huh..."

The little beggar straightened up. He regretted his recklessness again. The woman had already left, she was an idiot herself, and ran to such a place where no one was there. Now, you should be able to give up, and you can go back.

The little beggar exhaled a long breath, he patted the snowflakes off his head and stood up straight. He turned around...

A sword touched his throat silently.

The sharp blade made him feel a bitter colder than a blizzard! With the appearance of the sword, a huge palm suddenly covered his mouth, and the palm dragged back, pulling him into the depths of the alley...

The fear of death reappeared, and it happened so suddenly that it made the little beggar too late to think about countermeasures! In a blink of an eye, he was pulled into a blind spot in the alley by the hand. At the same time, a young male's voice suddenly came from behind him——

"Boy, has the'key' been chased? Say! Where is he now?!"

It sounded like a man in his twenties. He locked the little beggar's hand like the strongest chain, making him immobile.

Just as the little beggar tried to think about how to deal with it, a familiar voice also came from behind him.

"Byron, wait a minute!"

Following the sound, there was a sound of footsteps. Then, a young woman in a cloak with a baby in her arms walked around from behind. When she saw the face of the little beggar, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Byron, he is not the person with the'key'. It is me. The kid I just told you about."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and the blade of the little beggar's throat began to slowly move away. The moment his sword was just removed, the little beggar broke free from the restraint of the opponent, jumped a few steps forward, and was about to run away immediately!

"Boy, although you are not the person with the'key', please stay here for a while."

The young man stretched out his hand to grab, grabbed the little beggar by the back of his neck very easily, and threw it to death. The little beggar fell on the snowdrift. Although it was not painful, the warning in his heart was more serious.

Now, he could clearly see the person in front of him. He was a handsome swordsman, about twenty-two-three. Although the clothes on his body are tattered and stained with blood and dust, the exquisite workmanship and gold-inlaid buttons clearly represent this person's identity.

But the most eye-catching thing on him may not be his clothes, but his waist. There are two scabbards around his waist, one of which has been unsheathed, and the precious and sharp blade is in the man's hand. But the sword in the other scabbard was locked by layers of chains, and it seemed impossible to pull it out. Moreover, the shape of the handle of this sword is also very weird. The pattern on the hilt looks like human bones, with a small round hole in the center. It was in sharp inverse contrast with the generously decorated sword in the man's hand.

The woman holds the baby and stands very snuggly behind the man. After the man looked at the little beggar carefully, he looked at the woman with a slightly suspicious look, and after receiving the woman's nod, he put away the sword.

"Did any suspicious characters appear during this time?"

The man took out a paper bag from his arms and opened it. Inside is a delicious little cake. The alluring fragrance floated into the little beggar's nose, causing his not-too-full belly to groan.

The woman saw the little beggar's belly scream, she smiled, took out a cake and handed it over. But the little beggar didn't pick it up. He just held the half of frozen bread in his arms tightly and looked at the two men warily.