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Chapter 426 Extra Story 3: Smo and Kriti ([-])
Kriti didn't expect Si Mo to hate Snow language so much. Nine out of ten sentences in the words just now were scolding him, but after scolding him, he was afraid that others would pass the words to Snow language.

No one had previously told the family what was going on, so Kriti had no idea what was going on between them.

When he heard Si Mo say this, he finally became curious for the first time: "Why?"

"You know it!" Si Mo seemed to still be concerned about the scaring of Kriti just now, "You know it clearly, so don't pretend to be stupid! Promise me not to tell him!"

Kriti saw the fear in his eyes, and probably understood it: "You are afraid of him."

Si Mo wanted to refute for a while, but what Kriti said was not an interrogative sentence, but an ordinary declarative sentence, as if he was talking about an objective fact, which made Snow feel very uncomfortable, like a cat jumping when its tail was stepped on, Immediately blushing: "I am not!"

"If not, according to the normal situation, you are already at war now!!" Kriti commented without hesitation.

In fact, his identity is not just a housekeeper. He once had the glory of Si Mo, but because of some things, he abandoned his past. It happened that he was invited by Snow at that time. Next.

In his eyes, in a wealthy family, there is always strife, but it is really strange to him that Snow sits so firmly.

Si Mo was not reconciled, and lowered his brows and eyes, looking terrified to the bone.

Kriti hesitated for a while and asked, "Are you afraid of him?"

After speaking, I saw his body tremble slightly.

Kriti had no choice but to control Si Mo in advance. After all, there was an age difference, and because of the inaction of the parents, it was really easy to control a child.

In addition, Si Moben was isolated and helpless, and he didn't understand anything. He was just an ant lying on his hand, and he could be crushed to death with a light pinch.

"Then you don't plan to fight back?" Kriti suddenly asked at the dinner table.

Si Mo paused while eating, and his expression turned cold, as if he was very upset that he mentioned Snow to spoil his mood, and he didn't want to miss this topic.

So there was silence at the dinner table for a while.

After Si Mo finished eating, Kriti sent him back to his room, and when he was about to leave, Si Mo asked him, "Then can you help me?"

Kriti turned his head, but smiled: "Why should I help you?"

"There are so many people in the hall...all belong to the eldest brother." Si Mo tried to negotiate terms with him, this was the first time he wanted to win someone over.

Kriti was simply the most powerful person he had ever seen. If he could get such a person by his side, his life would be much easier.

But Kriti can't be won over so easily, even Snow has never completely won him over.

Si Mo said: "You can put forward any conditions, as long as I can meet your requirements, I can do my best to do it, and you just asked me that in the hall, they will tell my brother soon, when the time comes He would also think that you followed me, why not just follow me?"

"But you have to know, what you can give me, Snow language can also give me." Kriti refused him mercilessly.

Small was only about ten years old at the time, still young, and lost hope after being rejected once or twice.

He didn't know what to do. He really didn't have anything. Even the books in the room were preserved by him after being beaten again and again. The bookshelves that blocked the entire wall were filled with records. See how many times he was beaten.

Si Mo didn't speak again, he lowered his head, as if he could bury himself in the dust, like an ostrich escaping from the world.

It's just that ostriches never escape, those are just folk rumors.

From the next day, every time Smo followed Kriti to study, he always asked him once.

If he asks too much, Kriti will hit him impatiently, and Smo can't resist. That blow hurts more than every hit he has ever suffered. After a few times without fear of pain , Si Mo is much more honest.

On the other side, on the way to school, Si Mo had almost forgotten all the people he met before after a long time.

But that day, Si Mo's birthday, was buying a cake to go home to eat, when he came to a fork in the road, he was blocked by three figures.

Si Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he slowly raised his head.

They were a few social bastards, they picked out some children who looked a little rich, and Qi Simo never had a car to escort him since he was a child, so he walked home by himself, so he was targeted by them.

The last time I snatched a thousand yuan from Si Mo, I thought it was all spent, the leading bitter gourd with a twisted smile, scratched Si Mo's tender face: "Come on, little sister, hand over the money like last time. For the brothers, the brothers will be gentle with you this time, okay?"

Small looked at them disgustedly, and took a step back.

"Little sister, don't be afraid. My brothers didn't do anything to you, and they really want to be friends with you. You usually go alone, so you probably have no friends, right? And you didn't call the police when we robbed you last time. Is it because you want to be friends with hyungs?”

Smo spat: "I'm a man!"

"Hahahaha? Is this a new joke? You are so good-looking, you must be the little sister! If you can't beat us, you must be the little sister! And why pay attention to this? Just take out the money obediently... "

As they said that, they saw Si Mo take two steps back, put the cake on the ground, and touched him, as if he was about to give them money.

Everyone was overjoyed, but before they could finish their sentence, it was Si Mo's fist that came to them.

With a muffled bang, the man was punched so hard that his internal organs seemed to be displaced, and his body arched in pain.

Before a painful groan came out of his throat, Si Mo turned around and kicked sideways, directly aiming at the opponent's head.

The man suddenly hit the wall next to him, fell to the ground in pain and vomited.

When the other two saw the leader being beaten, they immediately became angry, and they rushed up together, one on each side, and punched Si Mo with their fists.

No matter how powerful Si Mo was, he couldn't fight two with one. Moreover, he was only a ten-year-old boy, so he had more energy than he wanted, so he was punched hard very quickly.

The other two were also injured, their faces were blue and red, and one of them was so angry that he picked up a brick from the ground and walked towards Si Mo: "Little girl, do you still dare to hit someone? Dare to hit?" Your grandpa? Do you know who your grandpa is?" He spat out a mouthful of blood, and seeing blood stains on the spittle on the ground, the anger on his face was overwhelming, and the bricks in his hand fell away down.

(End of this chapter)