Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

On the other side, after a while, Song Hongli slowly recovered.

When I thought that I was being toyed with by a younger sister who was a year younger than me, Realm only had Foundation Establishment Sixth Stage.

Song Hongli almost wanted to dig a hole and fill it in.

This is too embarrassing!

This made him look like the peak master of Lingyun Peak of Xuanlingzong, and how could Song Hongli be a role model for the younger generation in the future.

"Hey, you, it's a headache everywhere."

Song Hongli reluctantly touched Luo Qingzhi's little head, sighed, and just said this.

This little junior sister knew her own character very well, and she also apologized to herself. No matter how big her temper was, it would not be easy for her to attack. Song Hongli had no choice but to regard it as a thing of the past.

Looking at the weather outside the cave, the rain gradually stopped, and it was time to set off.

..........

Ruolin City.

Because it had just rained, Ruolincheng rubbed the bluestone slabs on the official road smoother.

It was winter, and it rained again, and the cool air came out.

In the first month of winter, the sky is dark, and the white clouds are dyed lead gray.

The sky was snowing heavily with goose feathers, which was urgent and dense, and the entire city was dotted into a world of ice and snow. The thin sunlight shone on the thick white snow, reflecting a little golden light.

From a distance, the entire Ruolin City is as beautiful as a painting.

On the street, the thick snow and ice made it very difficult for pedestrians to walk. The small vendors on both sides kept rubbing and selling, and when they opened their mouths, white air came out of their mouths.

Although it was freezing and snowing and the weather was freezing cold, the city was still extraordinarily lively.

Although there are not many people coming and going, there are also many people wearing warm thick clothes and holding umbrellas.

However, at this moment, the hawking stopped suddenly, and countless people stared intently at the people walking from not far away as if they had been pressed the pause button.

The man in the lead was wearing pure white clothes, and he didn't feel cold at all in this icy world, but this was not the point, everyone was watching his face.

Dressed in white clothes that beat the snow, under the sword eyebrows that are neither thick nor light, his eyes are like the gurgling spring water, as warm as the spring breeze.

The nose is hanging like a gall, as straight as a distant mountain of cyan, and the thin lips are pale, and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, which makes the man more unrestrained.

I saw the man walking leisurely with his hands behind his back and an oil-paper umbrella, his hair dangled like a waterfall of ink, and he gently danced one or two fingers with the wind.

Another beautiful woman in a snow robe, elegant and vulgar, with her own lightness.

The two walked side by side, as if walking out of a painting.

actually is not saying that these little traders haven't seen other good-looking people.

It's just that in addition to their looks, the two people in front of them don't look like mortals.

Even more noble and elegant than the snow lotus on that day, let alone from a distance, even many times they didn't dare to look at them at all, just thought it would be tarnished.

Just as everyone stared at the two in a daze, there was a burst of messy footsteps and chasing sounds from the other side of the street.

"stop!"

Everyone was awakened by this crude command voice, and they all felt embarrassed when they realized that they were staring at someone.

On the other hand, Song Hongli didn't care about the eyes of outsiders looking at Own, and Luo Qingzhi planned to go directly to the City Lord's Mansion to find out.

Hearing this sound, Song Hongli's attention was also attracted, but out of the corner of his eyes he caught a glimpse, and he moved.

The sound of chasing footsteps soon appeared in Song Hongli's line of sight. On the wide street, in the distance, he saw a stout man chasing a young girl who was helpless.

The little girl being chased was wearing only a very thin cloth in this cold weather. Her clothes were torn and torn, with scratches on her arms, hem and trouser legs.

It looks like a short jacket.

In such a cold weather, the little girl was dressed so thinly that her arms, calves, or her feet in straw sandals were all frozen.

In addition, from time to time, you can see the marks of being beaten on the skin exposed on the outside of her clothes.

The two who were chasing and throwing almost fell from time to time because the ground was too slippery, but they both quickly stabilized their bodies and continued to charge forward.

Especially the little girl in front of her, she could see that she had no strength, but she still gritted her teeth and rushed forward.

But she was really unlucky. The man with short legs was not able to run as fast as the man behind him, and accidentally slipped his foot to the ground.

When she struggled to stand up from the ice, the strong man behind her had caught up and put one foot on her.

The little girl who just stood up was kicked and fell to the ground again.

"Hey, that little beggar is here to steal again, such a small child is a sin..."

Seeing this scene, one person pointed and said, and then another person interrupted.

"That's still a beggar? A beggar is a man after all. I heard that this guy was raised by wild beasts in the mountains. He doesn't speak human words or do human affairs. In winter, when he can't find anything to eat in the mountains, he runs to our town to steal things."

"Look at that, it's only a six- or seven-year-old baby, tsk tsk, look at that dirty... look! Lao Zhang beat her!"

There was some excitement in the voices of the people.

On the other side, Boss Zhang, whose two Steamed buns were stolen, spared no effort in insulting the beggar who was curled up and shivering on the ground.

It doesn't matter whether the other party's thin body is like a six or seven-year-old child, the crowd of onlookers grows louder, mostly applauding.