Seeing this annoying scene, Song Hongli really could not hold it in any longer. His figure turned into a wisp of green smoke and instantly arrived beside the burly man.
He put away the oilpaper fan in his hand and waved it gently at the man. The man was thrown far away.
He held the oil-paper umbrella with his hands behind his back and said slowly,""Bullying the weak is not good."
That person was originally about to curse, but when he turned over to take a look, he hurriedly lay on the ground and said with a trembling voice.
"Immortal…Immortal, I didn't know I was an immortal. I'm an eyesore to you. Please don't blame me!”
"Why did you hit her?" Song Hongli said indifferently.
"Immortal, this beggar has stolen my buns more than once or twice. This lowly one is the same."
Before Song Hongli could finish listening to this person's words, he felt a voice suddenly ring out in his mind.
Ding! The system has detected that the host is close to an important person in the "Imperial Arrival Immortal Martial Technique".
Song Hongli's eyes widened.!!”
It was the system's voice!
Song Hongli was a little shocked. Could this little girl be one of the main characters or villains in the original novel?
Thinking of this, Song Hongli turned his head and looked at the child carefully.
The child beggar was covered in mud, his hair was dirty, and his face was buried between his legs.
She only had a thin layer of tattered clothes on her, barely covering her body.
There was no way he could keep himself warm in this world of ice and snow. His exposed dirty skin was covered in scars, and his right wrist was swollen and deformed. He did not know what kind of extremely serious injury he had suffered.
In the noisy environment, she whimpered like a puppy, but no one noticed.
The sky gradually darkened. The night sky was so thick that the stars and moon could not be seen. Instead, the snow on the street reflected light.
It slowly began to snow in the dark night. The huge snowflakes unique to the Northern Region gently drifted down, and occasionally the northern wind blew.
The child beggar was cowering in a corner. From afar, he looked like a pile of black " garbage " buried in the snow.
Song Hongli felt that this child was too pitiful just by looking at him. His heart ached a little.
But then again, this little beggar should be the legendary protagonist.
Thinking of the female novels that Song Hongli had read, many of the female leads had very miserable backgrounds.
They were either abused, grew up in an orphanage, or didn't know who their parents were.
That's right, this little girl was definitely the main character!
Sigh, this protagonist was too miserable in the early stages. In the later stages, he worked hard for his entire life and finally became the chief of the righteous path. Then, he was cruelly killed by the female devil.
He really didn't know how that she-devil could kill such a pitiful child.
"Raise your head."
Song Hongli said to the little beggar with heartache.
The little beggar's body stiffened, and then he shrank even tighter, his body still trembling uncontrollably.
Song Hongli's gaze softened. He squatted down in front of the child beggar who seemed to be buried in snow. He placed the umbrella aside and touched the child beggar's cold back.
He looked at the child beggar with a gentle gaze, just like a holy Buddha who sympathized with all living beings, solemn and unblasphemable.
The child beggar unexpectedly raised his head. His dirty and black face made it impossible to see what he looked like.
A pair of black eyes that were as beautiful as obsidian met Song Hongli's gaze.
Her face was so dirty that it could not be seen clearly, but her eyes were clear and unsullied.
The child beggar's left hand, which was still intact, clenched into a small fist. His eyes were filled with vigilance and fear.
Song Hongli picked up the child beggar's small fist and held it in his warm palm. He felt as if he was holding a piece of stiff ice in his hand.
He noticed that the child's right hand was limp and hanging to one side. The flesh on his wrist was torn and swollen. Someone must have cut the tendons in his hand.
Song Hongli frowned. He didn't know who it was that didn't even spare this six or seven-year-old child and actually cruelly cut off the tendon of the child's right hand.
Aren't you afraid that the main character will come after me in the future?
On the other side, the child beggar's innocent black eyes were evasive, but this aroused Song Hongli's most hidden compassion.
After a long time, Song Hongli tried his best to slow down his tone and asked in the gentlest tone he could.
"Are you willing to come with me?"
However, the child beggar was thrown into the mountains and raised by wild beasts. How could he understand Song Hongli's question?
She suddenly thought of the twisted faces that surrounded her during the day. They did not spare any effort to beat, scold, and humiliate her. The pain in her body was like a mountain collapsing.
She subconsciously shrank back in fear.
But then, the child's eyes became confused again. The gentle and warm aura of the person in front of him inadvertently eased the child beggar's vigilant beastly nature.
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