Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Seeing this terrible scene, Song Hongli couldn't help it, his figure turned into a puff of green smoke, and he came to the stout man's side in an instant.

The oil-paper fan in the put away hand waved gently at the man, and the man fell out a long way.

He held the oil-paper umbrella with his hands behind his back, and said slowly, "It's not good to bully the weak."

The man was about to curse, but he turned over to take a look, and hurriedly fell to the ground, trembling.

"Xian... Xianren, I don't know if the villain is an immortal. It is in the way of the immortal's eyes. Don't blame the immortal!"

"Why did you hit her?" Song Hongli said lightly.

"This immortal, this beggar has not stolen my buns once or twice, and the villain also..."

And Song Hongli hadn't finished listening to the person's words, but felt a voice suddenly came from his own mind.

[Ding, the system has detected that the host is close to an important character in "Emperor Immortal Martial Arts". 】

Song Hongli's eyes widened immediately: "!!!"

This is the sound of the system!

Song Hongli was a little shocked. Could this little girl be one of the protagonists or villains in the original book?

Thinking of this, Song Hongli turned to look at the child carefully.

The beggar was black all over, his hair was in clumps of dirt, and his face was buried between his legs.

There was only a thin layer of tattered clothes on her body, barely covering her body.

Not to mention that there is any warmth in this icy world, the bare dirty skin is scarred, the right wrist is swollen and deformed, and I don't know what serious injuries have been suffered.

There was a puppy whimper in her throat in the noisy environment, but no one paid attention.

The sky was getting dark, and the night was so thick that the stars and the moon were not visible, but the snow on the streets reflected light.

It began to snow slowly in the dark night, and the huge snowflakes unique to the Northern Territory floated down gently, occasionally swept by the north wind.

Qi'er huddled in the corner, looking from a distance like a lump of dark "garbage" buried in the snow.

Song Hongli just looked at it, and felt that this child was really pitiful and a little distressed.

But then again, this little beggar should be the protagonist of the legend.

Thinking of the female novels Song Hongli has read, many female protagonists have very miserable backgrounds.

Either being abused, growing up in an orphanage, or not knowing who their parents are.

That's right, this little girl is definitely the protagonist!

Hey, this protagonist was too miserable in the early stage. The late stage worked hard all his life, and finally became the chief of the righteous path. After that, he was brutally killed by the devil villain.

I really don't know how that female devil managed to kill such a poor child.

"Keep your head up."

Song Hongli said distressedly to the little beggar.

The little beggar's body froze for a moment, but then it shrank even tighter, and his body couldn't help shrinking.

Song Hongli's eyes softened, he crouched down in front of the beggar who was buried in the snow, put the umbrella aside, and touched the beggar's cold back with his hand.

He looked at the beggar with gentle eyes, like a holy god and Buddha sympathizing with all beings, solemn and inviolable.

Qi'er suddenly raised his head unexpectedly, and his dirty and dark face made it impossible to see what it looked like.

Just a pair of black eyes, as beautiful as obsidian, hit Song Hongli's gaze abruptly.

Her face was so dirty that she could not see clearly, but her eyes were clear and clear.

Qi'er's still intact left hand was tightly clenched into a small fist, his eyes full of vigilance and fear.

Song Hongli picked up Qi'er's small fist and held it in his warm palm, feeling like he was holding a piece of stiff ice.

He noticed that the child's right hand was limp and slumped to one side, and the skin and flesh of the wrist were rotten and swollen.

Song Hongli frowned, not knowing who it was, even the six- or seven-year-old baby did not forgive him, so cruelly cut off the child's right hand tendon.

I'm not afraid that the protagonist will settle accounts with him in the future, right?

On the other side, Qi'er's innocent black eyes dodged a little, but this aroused Song Hongli's most secret heart of compassion.

After a long time, Song Hongli tried his best to slow down and asked in the gentlest tone he could.

"You...will you come with me?"

But the beggar was thrown in the mountains and raised by wild animals, how could he understand Song Hongli's question.

She suddenly thought of the twisted faces around this own during the day, sparing no effort in beating, scolding and insulting, and the pain in her body was like a mountain collapse.

She shrank in subconsciously in fear.

But then the child's eyes became confused again. The gentle and warm breath of the person in front of him inadvertently eased Qi'er's vigilant animal nature.