Fast Travel Villain: Sanctioning the Son of Luck

Chapter 286
But the hair ornament seemed to have life, swaying back and forth with the wind, and finally drifted unsteadily into a dark alley.

The shaking of the tassel covered part of Xing Mo's vision, and a red thread flickered in front of his eyes, making people wonder what Xi Xi is.

"Caught!"

When the hair ornament finally stopped, Xingmo grabbed it without thinking.

Wait, why is there a claw on it?
"This... ahem, is it yours?"

The hoarse and piercing voice slowly remembered, the voice was weak and pitiful, and it was easy to think of an abandoned beast.

Can……

Xing Mo lowered his head and glanced at the paw with worn-out phalanx and blood stains mixed with mud. This clearly belonged to a human hand.

And... Although the wrist is as thin as a bamboo pole, from the perspective of Dan Cong's slightly sensual claws, it is a child's hand.

After receiving the tassel, the sight covered by the flying red silk thread was completely exposed at this moment.

The bewildered young man without the slightest expression was exposed in front of Xing Mo without reservation.

"Has it been taken?"

His eyes were covered by a layer of white, and he looked like a little blind boy. Feeling the empty palm and the distant soft touch, he looked around in a daze and asked at a loss.

"Well, take it."

Xing Mo turned to the sugar-colored candied haws and nodded, calmly looking at the boy in front of him.

This young man was dirty all over, and he didn't know where he came from. He was obviously dressed in rags, but he had a demeanor that was different from ordinary people.

The occasional white snowy skin is particularly conspicuous on the gray face. It doesn't take much thinking to know that if this young man is cleaned up, he will definitely be a cute little lady of Yuxue.

But on his forehead, there was a bloody vertical mark that seemed to be cut open by some kind of sharp weapon.

The vertical marks added a layer of hazy beauty to this dirty face, but Xing Mo frowned in displeasure.

"It's so dirty..." She murmured softly, she clearly said such words, but her tone was as flat as if she was talking about the food in the cafeteria today.

Hearing this, the pupils of the filthy boy in the corner shrank slightly, and subconsciously wanted to curl up in the dark, as if his filth would not be seen by others.

He twisted his fingers in embarrassment, until his fingers were so red and swollen that he couldn't feel the pain, he bit his lip and stood up staggeringly from the ground

"Do you need me to leave?"

The hoarse full-loss sound quality rang in the ears again, and at the same time, the strong smell of blood covered the small space.

Xing Mo looked up at the young man who had been curled up before. At this moment, blood was slowly flowing downward from his upright and trembling lower body.

On the exposed body, large areas of freshly healed scars are slowly cracking, and fine drops of blood ooze out.

"Just keep squatting, I'm not talking about you."

Xing Mo lightly looked at the vertical marks on the young man's forehead following the injury, and the color became more and more bright and eye-catching. His lowered eyelids could not see what he was thinking.

It's really a pity, such a special pattern, if you rely on a good face in modern times, it may attract a group of people who like performance art.

It's a pity that this world is ancient, and that pattern...is a cursed omen.

(End of this chapter)