Qing Leng Xianzun is always ready to run

His name is Lang Xuesheng, and his mother is a girl from Hualou on another street. During the war with the demons, his mother gave birth to him in the snow when he was fleeing.

In the dusk and dusk, Lang Jun was born in the snow.

Meng Luping opened her eyes, watching Lang Xuesheng being beaten by several children.

Although he stood up to prevent the child from beating the duckweed in his dream, he was beaten to death by the child himself.

Meng Duckweed felt sad and funny.

Xiaocui yelled loudly to stop the beating, but no one listened to him.

This street is full of prostitutes//women, refugees fleeing disasters, swordsmen fleeing revenge, there are all kinds of people, moral standards are lost here, children grow up to become prostitutes//women, go As a killer, no one will settle down to start a family and start a career, and it is useless for Xiaocui to call for peace here.

Meng Duckweed smiled wryly for the rest of her life, got up and stumbled towards the half-beaten Lang Xuesheng, sniffing his breath—fortunately, he was still alive.

He put one of Lang Xuesheng's hands on his shoulder, and reluctantly carried him back to the small tent he built under the tree.

Xiao Cui boiled a pot of hot water and wiped his wound, waiting for him to wake up.

Meng Duckweed took out several precious bird eggs from her bosom, beat them into hot water, and filled a bowl of soup for each of them.

Although not much, barely enough to eat.

Meng Duckweed sighed and looked at Lang Xuesheng.

Lang Xuesheng slept the whole night, and only opened his eyes the next morning.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Meng Duckweed and Meng Fei Cui, brother and sister dozing off beside him.

Because they had been wandering outside all year round, they were extremely sensitive mentally. The slightest movement of Lang Xuesheng woke them up.

"You're awake," Meng Luping looked at Lang Xuesheng and asked a question that couldn't be more obvious: "Are you—are you a demon?"

The answer is yes, Lang Xuesheng nodded and said, "Yes."

"Then we are compatriots." Xiaocui hurriedly replied, "In the future, we will take care of each other, even if the three of us are beaten together, we can suffer less."

Lang Xuesheng felt helpless, shook his head and said, "Can't you think better, such as not having to be beaten in the future?"

"They look down on us again, and they will still be beaten." Meng Duckweed curled her lips and continued: "Also, thank you for saving us from the siege, which caused you to be beaten severely."

Lang Xuesheng said with a hearty smile: "Man, it doesn't matter how many times I get beaten, as long as you are fine."

It's a little funny for him to say such words with a bruised nose, Meng Duckweed looked at him and thought, but one more person has more strength, it is always better to be together than to fight alone.

The three of you looked at me and I looked at you, and were a little embarrassed for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Most of the experiences of demons like them are similar. They live with a prostitute mother. Once the mother dies, they will be kicked out by the prostitute, and then wander on the street.

but--

Lang Xuesheng looked at the two little ones in front of him and thought: I am older than them, so I have to take care of them.

Said to be older, in fact, Lang Xuesheng is not much older than Meng Duckweed, maybe three years old, maybe four years old.

Perhaps it was the similar experiences that made the three people who had no connection with each other become acquainted without words.

Lang Xuesheng said first, "No matter what, I am older than you, and I will protect you well."

How to protect it?

That is, when the children on the street wanted to beat someone, Lang Xuesheng rushed up and got beaten first, and when they were almost done beating the ground and tired, they didn't bother to beat the younger Meng Duckweed brothers and sisters anymore.

Lang Xuesheng's body was always scarred, either from being beaten, or strained from carrying rice sacks.

After all, he is older and has some strength in his body. Others need a penny to carry a bag of rice, but he doesn't want anything. As long as there is leftovers, he can find an employer willing to save the money.

When Meng Duckweed was older, he also went to carry rice bags with Lang Xuesheng.

The demons in the demon world have gorgeous complexions and snow-white skin. People often ask Meng Duckweed and Lang Xuesheng if they would like to be rabbit masters. Lang Xuesheng always spits on him and tells him to get out.

Even if they work hard to eat leftovers, they are determined not to live the life of their own mothers again.

But there is always something wrong with everything.

They rejected their proposal to sell themselves in the flower building, and some people set their sights on Meng Luping's 12-year-old sister, Meng Feicui.

Men are strong and hard to grab, but women are much easier. Taking advantage of Meng Luping and Lang Xuesheng's negligence, Hualou's tortoise directly broke into Meng Luping's small tent outside the city.

Gui Gong looked at Meng Fei Cui with a smile, and asked pretendingly, "Xiao Cui, have you forgotten me?"

Meng Feicui frowned and looked at him warily.

I don't know what he's here for.

"Your mother owes Hualou 3000 taels of silver, you pay me back."

"My mother died six years ago. If I didn't say anything about it two years ago, I don't have a good intention to come here now!"

Mr. Gui smiled wretchedly and said: "Yes, I have no good intentions. Your mother is a chicken, and you have to do it as a daughter-in-law."

"There is no such reason!" Meng Feicui touched the dagger given to her by her brother beside her, pointed at Mr. Gui and said, "Get lost! Otherwise, I will kill you!"

"It's too early to kill me now, wait for you—hehe, kill me again, use that place."

It is impossible for Meng Feicui not to know the meaning of the vulgar words, she stared at Mr. Gui and scolded: "You are really inhumane, my mother is dead, you threw us brother and sister out, now that I have grown up, I will Push me back into the pit of fire!"

Guigong stepped forward, pinched Meng Feicui's hand, and firmly pressed the girl's hand to the ground.

Xiao Cui held the dagger in her hand, her fingernails were bleeding, but she was torn open one by one by Mr. Gui, and the dagger in her hand was also taken away by Mr. Gui.

"Why bother, the sooner you choose to sell yourself, the sooner you will be able to eat enough."

Mr. Gui held the dagger and directly inserted it into Xiaocui's left eye.

"The eyes of the demons are too scary, and the guests don't like it."

As he spoke, he stared at Meng Fei Cui, but saw her clenching her chin tightly without making a sound.

"You want to see me give in, right? Impossible, I, Meng Feicui, will never give in!" She stretched out her childish hand, and scratched Gui Gong's face hard, drawing blood from his face .

Gui Gong screamed miserably, but when he lowered his head, he saw Meng Fei Cui's contemptuous smile.

"Does this hurt?"

Seeing her smile, Mr. Gui suddenly felt that this child of the Demon Race was really hateful.

He stretched out his hand and forcefully pulled out one of Meng Feicui's eyeballs, but Meng Feicui still didn't let out the slightest scream of pain.

She suppressed all the hatred in her heart and turned it into endless anger, destined to burn the entire unfair world.

The empty blood hole stared at Mr. Gui, and there was another scream from behind.

"Xiao Cui!"

It was impossible for Meng Luping to think that Xiao Cui would lose one of her eyes forever if she came only half an hour late today.

He will never forget this moment, Xiao Cui turned her head to look at him, her eyes full of grievance.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" Meng Duckweed picked up the broom placed at the door and hit Mr. Gui directly.

Mr. Gui is not a vegetarian, he snatched the broom from Meng Duckweed's hand three times, pressed him on the table with his backhand, and punched him seven or eight times on the head with his fist, After knocking Meng Duckweed dizzy, he hurriedly took off his pants.

"Your sister wants to sell, I can't touch her yet, if you don't sell, I will touch you."

"My mother, if you dare to touch Xiaocui, I will burn the wild graves of your ancestors for eighteen generations!" Meng Duckweed struggled, and was hammered several times, her whole body was like a chopping board, unable to move. .

He was already full of despair and didn't know what to do. Looking at Xiaocui's bloody hole in one eye, the regret in his heart had completely surpassed the physical pain. His mouth was full of blood from the beating, and his head was dizzy , the heart is dim.

But at this moment, a gust of hot blood spurted from Mr. Gui's throat and splashed onto Meng Duckweed's face, followed by his wide-eyed expression of disbelief, and then slowly fell down with a bang.

Meng Luping only saw the person behind him after the fat man with big ears fell down.

Lang Xuesheng looked at him coldly, as if he hadn't taken back the decision to kill the man just now, the shovel was in his hand, dripping with blood.

"A Ping, we can't stay here anymore."

Lang Xuesheng went on to say: "Go back to the devil world, go back to the hometown we have never seen before."

A burst of belated tears welled up, and at this moment, Meng Duckweed seemed to have seen the redemption of his life.

"Axue!" He ran forward, hugged Lang Xuesheng tightly, and said word for word: "Let's go home."

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