In Douluo Dalu, I am six years older than Tang San

Wuhun Palace, inside Wuhun City.

A young figure fled quickly on the street, turning his head from time to time to confirm the distance between the pursuer behind him and himself.His eyes were mixed with joy and nervousness, and he ran forward quickly without any panic at his feet.

Paying too much attention to the traces of the pursuer behind him, when the child looked back, his body inevitably collided with the passerby in front of him.At this moment, his immature arms burst out with strength that was beyond his age, pulling the passerby's clothes and pushing them to both sides, and with the force of the push, he jumped forward a few meters.

The man jumped forward, but the collision caused the bun he had hidden in his clothes to roll out and spin around on the ground.

The passerby was stunned for a moment when he hit him, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that it was a child. The anger in his heart could not help but dissipate half of it, but he still yelled.

"Whose child is this? Keep an eye on yourself as you walk."

The young figure who was running suddenly stopped, turned around and bowed to the passers-by. His move was not to apologize to the passers-by, but to bend down and pick up the two buns that fell on the ground.

After picking up the bun, the child didn't even look at the scolding passerby. He turned around and ran forward quickly, but it was too late.

"Run, then run for me"

But I saw a middle-aged man rushing out from behind a passerby, raising his foot and kicking the child. Although the child's legs had used strength to jump forward a certain distance, he still did not escape the kick and was hit like a gourd rolling on the ground. The young man kicked him a few meters away, and the buns, sausages, and steamed buns on his body fell to the ground as he rolled.

As if he didn't feel the power of the middle-aged man's kick at all, the child quickly got up from the ground, grabbed the food closest to him, and took advantage of the situation to run forward again.

But there was only a few meters difference, so how could his speed be compared with that of the middle-aged man? In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man caught up with the child again, raised his foot and kicked him again.

But this time, he failed to kick the child away as he wished. The kick was like hitting an iron plate, and he was pushed back a few meters by the force of the shock.

The middle-aged man raised his head and wanted to curse, but when his eyes moved to the person who stopped him, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and swallowed back the curse words in his throat.

"See the saint."

The middle-aged man quickly knelt down and bowed to the girl in front of him who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old.

In fact, in Wuhun City, there is no need to worship the saint when you see her. After all, she is just a saint, not the pope.But the middle-aged man knew that he was in the wrong and had to kneel down because the kick he just made hit Bibi Dong on the arm.

From the corner of his eye, he saw that no one was chasing him, and the child ran back quickly. He quickly picked up more food scattered on the ground, turned around and ran away without even looking at Bibi Dong.

"stop"

Powerful coercion shot out from Bibi Dong's body in an instant. The child felt that the air around him had become thicker, and he couldn't help but let out a loud groan. He hugged the food in his arms tighter, and raised his legs tremblingly. Take another step forward.

"Oh"

Bibi Dong looked at the child in front of her, couldn't help but let out a sound of surprise, and instantly regained her pressure.His body suddenly became light, but this was not a good thing for a child. He failed to control his forward momentum and rolled forward again.

Even after falling for the second time, the child stood up again as if nothing happened and quickly picked up the scattered food. However, the trembling calves when he bent over showed that the two falls were serious.

Without stopping the escaping child again, Bibi Dong turned to look at the middle-aged man kneeling in front of her and asked calmly.

"How much is the food he stole worth?" Good mood.hxqwx.

"One by one copper soul coins," the middle-aged man raised his head tremblingly and said.

Bibi Dong waved his hand and pulled out a gold soul coin from somewhere and threw it in front of the middle-aged man. Without talking to him any more, he looked in the direction the child was leaving and flew away.

The middle-aged man stared blankly at the golden soul coin in his hand. After all, it was worth his ten days' net income.

After running nearly a hundred meters and turning around to see the middle-aged man no more, the child plunged into the alley around him and shuttled through the maze-like buildings. Soon, he came to a shabby place in the deep alley. In front of the basement door, he pushed the door open and shouted excitedly inside.

"Grandpa, there is something to eat."

In an instant, his eyes turned cold, and his usual amiable response did not come out. The child stared blankly at the only bed left in the shabby house, and the food in his hand fell to the floor.

The man he called grandpa was lying quietly on the bed, his chest no longer rising and falling.

"He has been gone for half an hour." Bibi Dong's calm voice sounded behind the child. She chose to leave rather than die, because for a child, the latter was a bit too strange.

The child did not cry, but silently picked up the food that had fallen on the ground and put it in the woven basket leaning against the table, turned around and handed it to Bibi Dong.

"Aren't you hungry?" Bibi Dong lowered her eyebrows and asked softly, looking at the buns that were almost covered with dust in the basket.

The child shook his head subconsciously, and then nodded again, silently and suspiciously.

"Are you mute?" Bibi Dong asked with a frown, unable to help but feel pity for this child's tragic life.

The child nodded and looked at Bibi Dong's face with doubtful eyes. Remembering that she had stopped the middle-aged man's second kick for him, he moved his eyes to Bibi Dong's arm.

Not to mention the footprints of a middle-aged man, not even a trace of red marks were left behind. Her slender forearms were as clean as jade, and her delicate skin was whiter than grease, adding to Bibi Dong's beauty.

"No."

Just when Bibi Dong felt sorry for the little mute in front of him, a childish voice came from the child's mouth, and his big eyes met Bibi Dong's eyes looking down, bright and clear.

"What's your name?" Bibi Dong smiled at the child and asked in the gentlest tone. Maybe the child had never seen such a beautiful sister. Her breathing stagnated slightly and she answered subconsciously.

"I don't have a name."

The child's answer made Bibi Dong slightly stunned, and couldn't help but ask: "Didn't your parents give you a name?"

"I have no parents," the child continued.

After hearing this answer, Bibi Dong realized that she had asked the wrong question. After thinking for a moment, she asked again: "Then how does your grandfather usually call you?"

"This is not my grandfather." The child replied again.

"At this" moment, many questions flashed through Bibi Dong's mind, and she puzzled, "But you just called him grandpa?"

The child answered quickly. Before Bibi Dong could finish asking, he quickly replied: "Because he gave me food."