After recognizing the villain daddy, the little apprentice sister cheats all the way

Petals are flying all over the sky, filling the city with colors. The wind blows away the clouds and mist, and also ripples of flowers, and the poetry of spring slowly unfolds.

In the bustling and lively city, the shouts of flower sellers can be heard in every corner of the city.

There are quite a few people in the city dressed in gorgeous clothes. The clothes of various colors are like another kind of flowers, shuttling back and forth in this grand spring day.

The halo is moving, but not all places are bright and splendid. There are always some dark corners that never see the light. Some people spend their whole lives trying to stay alive.

The sounds of punches and kicks, along with curses, came from the alley.

"You lowly little beggar! Do you know who I am? You are such a disgrace to me that you have disgraced me!" The man in brocade clothes grinned grimly, watching his servants beat and kick the little beggar with pride. "Beat him, beat him hard, break his arms and legs, and dig out his eyes!"

"Please, young master, I was wrong! I will hide in the alley and will never come out again!" The little beggar begged and cried, but the more he did so, the more satisfied the man became.

A bird flew from somewhere on the eaves, rushed towards the man, but was pulled back to the roof invisibly.

A stone flew from the sky, but before it got close, it fell back into the small dark pool.

The little beggar was beaten and kicked, but he kept curling up with his head down, as if he was holding something in his sleeves and would not let go.

The man ordered, "Hey, what's that hidden in your sleeve? It must have been stolen from somewhere! Take it out!"

The servant also laughed mockingly, not taking the little beggar seriously. He grabbed his arm, pulled out a dagger, and was about to cut off his hand on the spot.

"No, no!" The little beggar lay on the ground, banging his head hard on the ground, but he never let go. This aroused everyone's interest, and they wanted to know more about what he was hiding.

Several men held him down, the dagger flashing coldly, raised high and about to fall.

Suddenly, a gentle but somewhat urgent voice sounded.

"stop!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment and stopped what they were doing, as if they wanted to see who was the fool who dared to meddle in other people's business.

The little beggar didn't hold any hope, he just looked up subconsciously, and a ray of light broke into his numb eyes.

In the dark alley, there was a quagmire left by last night's heavy rain. Flower petals filled the sky with the wind and were ruthlessly trampled into the quagmire, leaving no color at all.

The alley was dark and dirty, just like the little beggar at this moment, and as dark as all the homeless people who lived in the alley day and night, begging for a living.

Outside the alley is a bustling street, bright and dazzling, with flower petals all over the sky and the whole city full of spring colors. It is the season when flowers are in full bloom, and there are flower vendors everywhere, but the demand is always insufficient to meet the supply, and there are countless people buying flowers.

Those people in the alley couldn't even afford a steamed bun.

One is light and the other is dark. It was destined from the beginning. That dividing line has divided everything.

The alley is too dark and too dirty. Even ordinary people in the city are unwilling to step into this place. It seems that no matter who steps into this alley, they will become dim and inferior.

But in the spring scenery outside the alley, a man in white clothes as white as snow stood on the clear dividing line between light and darkness, walking towards the darkness resolutely.

He took two steps at a time, looking at the beggar on the ground with worry and anxiety in his eyes.

Everyone was stunned.

The young man was as gentle as the rippling spring water, as poetic and picturesque as a painter, decent and generous, with the bearing of a gentleman, and was polite in his every move.

He walked closer, saluted to the man in brocade clothes, and said slowly: "Please show mercy to this young master! If there is any fault, I will compensate you on his behalf."

After the dead silence, laughter echoed throughout the alley, mocking and mocking.

"Who the hell are you!" The man in brocade clothes sneered, as if he had heard some big joke. He walked up to the beggar, and the gems on his brocade boots woven with gold threads were rippling. He crushed the beggar's head with mud and petals that had turned into soil.

The beggar began to sob and spit out blood.

"Young Master!" The young man's face darkened. "You are also a cultivator. A cultivator's responsibility is to eliminate demons, uphold justice, and protect all living things in the world. How can you treat human life as worthless?"

"Weeds?" The man in brocade clothes seemed to have heard something that surprised him. "Weeds? In my eyes, he is just like the mud on the ground. Even stepping on him makes me feel dirty!"

The boy's spiritual power was still warm, but everyone present, except the little beggar, fell out.

The young man pressed them down and apologized to the little beggar, and then let him go.

Everyone fled in panic, and the boy's clothes were stained with mud. He squatted down, fed the pill to the little beggar, helped him up, took him to a less wet place to sit down, and bandaged him.

He took out a steamed bun from somewhere and gave it to the little beggar. He smiled at him soothingly, his eyes full of compassion. Looking at his injuries, his clear eyes were filled with pity.

The little beggar was stunned for a long time, until he felt the wound on his body: "Hiss——"

"Sorry! Did I use too much force?" The boy's face was full of apology, and his already gentle movements became even gentler.

The little beggar shook his head repeatedly, stared at him with bright eyes, and said with hope: "Are you a god?"

The young man sighed silently, and used a magic gesture to change his clothes. They were ordinary and unattractive, but much better than his previous half-naked attire.

He kept staring at the boy, as if he wanted an answer.

"You are a god, right? Then can I be free from suffering and have enough to eat? No, I don't have to eat enough, but I can eat a little every day and survive. I don't have to be beaten or looked down upon, and I can go to work and earn money?"

The boy's eyebrows turned red, and he could only say cruelly: "I'm sorry, brother is not a god, brother is just an ordinary person."

The gods have fallen, and there are no more gods in this world.

And he will try his best to practice and save thousands of lives from suffering!

The little beggar was visibly disappointed, but he smiled again, staggered to his feet, and gave him an unstandard and strange salute: "Thank you, sir!"

"No need. I can't do anything." The young man gave Xiaoqi some broken spirit stones that were not eye-catching but could temporarily help him, as well as a bag. "There are some food and clothes in it. They are very ordinary, but at least you don't have to starve or freeze."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" The little beggar bent down excitedly and kept bowing. This was the only thing he could do.

"Okay, you should leave here quickly. It's better to go out of the city and don't get caught again." There are too many nobles in the city, and many of them play with the people like he did just now.

"Sir..." The little beggar's eyes were filled with tears. He was taking something out of his sleeve, but he seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"It's okay. What do you want to say?" The young man was warm and friendly, like a spring breeze, making people feel comfortable both physically and mentally.

The little beggar took out a pink flower from his sleeve. It was clean and tidy, completely different from the dirty and tattered appearance he had just been in. But even with such protection, the flower had already rotted, and the petals had fallen off, leaving only a few petals.

He put it away again in embarrassment, and said with great guilt: "I'm sorry."

He picked this up secretly from the ground outside the alley. The vendor didn't like the flower because it was wilted and would affect his business, so he threw it away.

He followed behind, picked it up quickly and hid it.

He looked at the flowers. They were still bright and colorful. How could they be wilted?

He lived in a quagmire, and these things were luxuries in his life, but a flower seemed to bring some hope to his life, as if one day he would be able to touch these flowers like ordinary people outside the alley, or even become a flower vendor.