Junior brother, he is both wild and fierce

Chapter 101 Why do I feel sorry for him?

The snow was falling quietly.

The hot air exhaled immediately froze into frost mist.

The child's body was trembling slightly, his eyelashes were covered with frost, and his little face was frozen pale.

so cold.

My limbs are so stiff that I can't move them.

He wondered, if he died, would he no longer feel cold?

It would be nice to die if I could not feel the cold or hunger.

No one in this world cares about him.

Life or death doesn't seem to matter anymore.

He vaguely felt that someone was coming, the snowflakes above his head stopped falling, and the biting cold wind was mostly blocked.

However, he was too cold to even raise his head to see who it was.

Could it be those people who drove him away, beat him and scolded him in the past?

He was born with red eyes, which was an ominous sign. Everyone said he was a monster, which was why he had few relatives and was unlucky for his father and mother.

Three years ago, a strange fire fell from the sky and burned his home into ruins.

The foster parents were away and they escaped.

From then on, his adoptive parents didn't want him anymore, saying that he was a real nuisance and had caused such a disaster.

His adoptive parents told him that he was not their biological child, but a child they adopted.

His adoptive parents said that he was a bastard and should not be alive, and would be a scourge to others if he were alive, so they wanted to drown him in the river. He was too young at the time, only six years old, and was completely unable to resist.

His adoptive father sank him into the water, and he was lucky enough to survive.

From then on, he lived a wandering life.

This is his third year of wandering.

The adults were afraid of his red eyes and drove him away.

They said he was the descendant of a monster, and only monsters have red eyes.

He was often bullied by groups of older and younger kids. He was too young to fight back and could only stare at those who bullied him.

They hit him with stones and thick wooden sticks, and many times they beat him until he was bloody and he thought he would not survive. Unexpectedly, after lying in the dilapidated mountain temple for several days, he miraculously recovered.

He himself discovered that what made him different from ordinary people was that his ability to heal his wounds was much faster than that of ordinary people.

An ordinary person would need ten days or half a month to recover from an injury, but he recovered in just a few days.

During these three years, he often went hungry and could only dig wild vegetables and eat tree roots. He often went to the graves of the dead in the dark at night to find some food offered to his relatives to fill his stomach.

He likes the night very much because it is quiet.

Even if he stayed in the graveyard of the dead all night, he felt particularly at ease, because the living are much scarier than the dead.

At least the dead wouldn't crawl out of their graves and beat him up for no reason.

At this time, he was too hungry and too cold.

It would be a relief to die like this, right?

He tried hard to raise the corners of his mouth.

Even if he dies, he wants to tell this damn world that he is not afraid.

He is not afraid at all.

He was not afraid of anything, whether it was the disgusted driving away of adults or the malicious beatings and scoldings of children.

It's just death, turning into a handful of earth, what's there to be afraid of?

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The familiar beating and scolding did not happen.

The person in front of him sighed, then squatted down and tilted his head to look at him.

The man observed for a while, then whispered to himself:

"Why aren't you moving?"

"Not really..."

"well......."

The man didn't have the heart to finish his words.

You can hear the heartache in his tone.

His heart suddenly trembled.

From the time he was born till now, no one has ever felt sorry for him.

Even when he was at his adoptive parents' home, he was either forced to do endless farm work or was beaten and scolded. No one felt sorry for him at all.

This feeling is amazing.

It is a very strange, incredible and incomprehensible feeling.

Like does he deserve any attention? I feel that way.

Is there anyone who feels sorry for him?

Why do I feel sorry for him?

Shouldn't we beat him, scold him, and hate him?

He has been living like this all these years, why should she be different?

Aren't they strangers?

Why do you feel sorry for him?

Why?

The trembling little hand reached out and placed under his nose. When he noticed that he was breathing weakly, the man shouted behind him happily:

"Master, that's great. He's still alive. That's great, that's great."

The elder not far away smiled dotingly and said, "Xiao Qingzhi, come back soon after you give me the money. It's getting dark, and we need to find an inn to stay in."

Xiao Qingzhi: "Got it, Master, I'll be back soon."

A piece of warm jade was stuffed directly into his hand.

"This warm jade is a gift from my master. It can keep you warm. You won't feel cold if you hold it."

Warm jade radiates warmth.

In an instant, his limbs felt much warmer and his stiff body could move.

He held the warm jade in his hand, feeling dazed and at a loss.

This warm jade looks very valuable.

Is it worth giving him such a valuable thing?

His instinct was to refuse.

With trembling and somewhat stiff hands, he reached out and tried to return the warm jade to her, but she pushed him down.

The white palms contrasted sharply with his dirty hands.

His cheeks flushed and he quickly pulled his hand back.