C3 Manhood

The little beggar ran with all his might, but for some reason, he had regained his strength. No one had ever begged him to do anything, and they didn't even want to look at him.

But today, someone entrusted an item to him.

He did not care what it was. All he wanted was for it to be there when someone else came looking for it.

He wanted to prove that he was not a born beggar.

Normally, people would choose to hide in the corners of alleys and alleys to hide in. However, the little beggar was not one of them. He was like a headless fly, running back and forth on the streets, then sneaking into alleys and then emerging from other alleys.

Only he knew why.

After running for nearly two hours, he was so tired that his head was covered in sweat. Finally, he could not hold on and found a pile of withered grass in a dark alley. He leaned against it and fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly felt warmth seeping into his body from his feet. He opened his eyes vigilantly and touched the sesame seed cake on his waist. Realizing that it had not been stolen, he looked in front of him with suspicion.

In front of him was a masked man with white hair squatting down. He was dressed in green clothes and his hands were gripping his ankles. His eyes were like those of a hungry wolf staring at the sesame seed cakes on his waist. The little beggar subconsciously retracted his legs and said in surprise, "Who are you? What are you doing? "

The masked man said, "You know what I'm going to do." As he spoke, he continued to stare at the piece of sesame seed cake.

The little beggar said, "The sesame seed cake isn't mine! I can't give it to you! "

The masked man said: "Such a young age, full of nonsense! Forget it, it's fine if you don't want the sesame seed cake. You have to use something else to exchange for it. "

The little beggar was now completely awake. It was unknown if it was because he had run too long last night or because he had frostbite, but his calves were aching. He slowly stood up and patted the snow on his butt before saying, "Are you not a foolish bandit? I'm called Little Flower, what can I give you? " As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately took big steps, wanting to escape.

If he left the alley, it would take a long time to find him.

However, the little beggar felt that his body was light as a feather. He looked down and saw that his feet were a foot off the ground.

The masked man had expected this and picked him up. "Want to run?" he asked with a smile.

The little beggar said, "Why should I run?"

The masked man said, "Give me the item, if you want to run, then run."

The little beggar said, "I don't want to run, and I don't have anything that you want. This was truly a strange story. There was actually someone who wanted something from a beggar! If I don't go to your house to beg for food, you can recite Amitabha! "

The masked man said, "You have two choices. The first is to give me what I want and leave with your sesame seed cake. The second is that I killed you and robbed you of your scones and what I wanted. "

The little beggar girl said, "I already said, this biscuit is not mine. Don't say 'your biscuit' again. You made me so hungry, yet I don't dare to eat it." If it was my sesame seed cake, I would eat it! If I don't eat it now, it means that it really isn't my scones. "You think so?"

The masked man was stunned by his words and said angrily: "Smooth talker! I don't care if it's yours or not! Do you want to eat or not! " Then he thought for a while and angrily said, "Who asked you if this is your sesame seed cake? I'm asking you something? Are you sure you don't want to die? " After he finished speaking, he suddenly took out a shiny weapon from his waist and held it against the little beggar's throat.

The weapon was only the size of a copper coin. It was thin and round with six corners around its body. It looked like a snowflake, but it emitted a faint cold light that was incomparably sharp!

Snowfall Nail!

The little beggar was so scared that his face turned white, but he held back his laughter and muttered: "Even if you didn't ask, this isn't my sesame seed cake! I'm not wrong! Even if you want something, you have to tell me what it is, right? "

The masked man said, "Book! The book that old man gave you last night! "

The young beggar let out a breath of relief and rolled his eyes. "I'm just a beggar who doesn't know how to read. What kind of books would there be?" You might as well kill me! But after I die, you can't take this biscuit! Break it into pieces and scatter it all over Qingzhou City. That way, it might even be able to eat it. "

The masked man seemed to have lost his patience and stopped listening to his nonsense. He lifted up his injured left arm and stabbed the Snowfall Nail into the wound. He said angrily, "Are you going to take it out or not?"

The little beggar's left arm was instantly bleeding black blood, causing him to scream in pain. Staring angrily at the masked man, he also angrily said: "Little beggar has no family or business, his entire body is his entire fortune. If you want any broken book, you can just search them!"

The masked man took out the Snowfall Nail, and fiercely stabbed it: "Are you really not going to speak? You and that old man are merely acquaintances. Why must you die because of him? "

The little beggar endured the pain and replied, "You lunatic! I don't know what you're talking about! "

The masked man suddenly pulled out the Snowfall Nail, raised it above his head, and asked: "Even if you didn't tell me, I would have found it sooner or later. I'll ask you one last time, are you going to say it? "

The little beggar closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Opening his eyes, he took out the dry biscuit from his waist with his right hand and said to the masked man, "This is not mine, please do not eat it. If we throw it away, it might eat us. " He closed his eyes again, waiting to be killed.

The masked man suddenly burst into laughter. He tore off a strip of cloth from the beggar's tattered clothes and tied it around the beggar's left arm. Only then did he remove his mask.

The little beggar looked at it and was both happy and angry. He was happy that the masked man was the old man from last night. He was angry that he had repeatedly stabbed him.

The little beggar was about to flare up when he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. He could not hold on any longer and fainted.

After an unknown period of time, the little beggar slowly woke up. His arm was still in pain, but he didn't care if he was dead or alive. As long as he was awake, he would subconsciously touch the sesame seed cake on his waist.

However, this grope did not work. His waist was empty, and there was no sesame seed cake.

The little beggar was alarmed. Ignoring the pain, he searched left and right but found himself in a broken temple. Not too far away from him, an old man dressed in azure clothes was standing there, holding a piece of dried biscuit in his hands.

The little beggar let out a long sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered that this old Taoist had stabbed him without reason. He immediately said angrily, "Crazy old geezer! Give me the scones! "

The old Daoist didn't turn his head and replied, "But you said it isn't yours."

The little beggar roared, "It's not yours either!"

The old man said: "Not at all! Since it is not yours and no one wants it, it will naturally be mine in my hands. "

The little beggar angrily said, "Crazy old man! Old man Lai! Give it back to me! "

The elder did not get angry and continued, "I'll let you have your fill, but you yourself are starving and yet you refuse to eat it. Don't tell me you have a patient at home?"

The little beggar let out a breath of relief. "I don't have a home …"

The old man became even more confused and asked, "Then who do you want to give it to?"

The little beggar decisively said, "Give a dog!"

"Dog?" The old man wanted to laugh, so he slowly turned around. However, when he saw the little beggar's firm gaze, he couldn't smile. He could only ask, "Your dog?"

The little beggar lowered his head as if he didn't want to look at him, and then shook his head. The old man became even more curious and sat down next to him. He looked at his arm and gently said, "Yesterday, my partner forced you to hand over the things I gave you because he wanted to see if you could keep your promise. The reason I stabbed your arm was actually to treat it. It's freezing cold right now, and you won't be able to bleed out of that wound. Sooner or later, you'll die. I was just trying to get the blood out of your body yesterday, so don't be angry anymore. "

The little beggar looked at his own arm and saw that it was no longer bruised but rather numb and itchy. He was overjoyed as he grinned.

The old man continued, "Tell me, what is this sesame seed cake?" Saying so, he swallowed a few more mouthfuls of saliva.