Liu Jue Wan Yao

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Flames engulfed everything, the heat wave was monstrous, everything was burning, burning like crazy!

Even on a snowy night, it couldn't block the swift and violent pace of the flames.

In the fire, there were people crying for help in pain, but no one came to put out the fire. The street was so quiet that it was unreal.

Speaking of which, this cottage is also well-known in this blue city, and now that it has ended up like this, it still has thoughts that should not have arisen, and it has angered people that should not have been provoked.

A kiln sister in Vasheli somehow clings to Su Yuxiaoyu, the only daughter of the lord of the Blue City, Su Ningsheng. What kind of identity is Su Yuxiaoyu?Where can ordinary people climb high?What's more, throughout the ages, the people of Fireworks and Willow Lane, even if you look like a fairy, can't escape the stigma of humbleness and lowliness after all.

The Pearl in the Palm of the Palm actually hangs out with a kiln sister, and Suning loses all face. In a rage, he orders Nawashe to be sealed up. His daughter, Su Yuxiaoyu, is even imprisoned by him, and she is not allowed to step out of the forbidden place for the rest of her life.

Anyone with a brain can see that the building that was closed during the day burned up at night. It was obvious that Su Ningsheng wanted the lowly people in this washhouse to die cleanly.

The fire burned from evening to late at night, and occasionally people who passed by ran away quickly, and no one wanted to stay.This kind of place for people to play, one more is not too many, one less is not less, they are in the most humble class, and no one will be pitiful.To put it bluntly, although some people may have been in this house and these kiln girls yesterday, no one actually saw them as human beings.

No one noticed that there is a small dog hole in the abandoned woodshed in the backyard of Washe, which is very inconspicuous.

The dog cave is connected to an old alley outside, and through the firelight inside, one can vaguely see some shadows moving in the dog cave...

The woman locked the child in the abandoned woodshed before he finished his work, which was something she was used to.

It's just that today is a bit unusual. The child was staying in the firewood room, and suddenly thick gray smoke came in from the crack in the door, quickly filling the woodshed full of firewood.

The little ones quickly figure out what's wrong!

If it was a woman who wanted to kill him, what happened to the screams outside?

"what!"

Suddenly there was a scream, and a blood splatter was splashed on the window paper of the firewood room. The child finally realized that someone was killing someone!They want to kill, burn, and burn all the people here. No one knows whether this is an accident or not!

The child was so smoked that he looked as if he had rolled through the carbon ash, making him black.Choking to the point that there seemed to be something stuck in his throat, it was sore and astringent.But it was inevitable that the person who was set on fire found that he was still alive, and the child could only hold back his cough.

The air is filled with the smell of charcoal fire and the smell of roasted human flesh.

On this day, the child hadn't had any rice water yet, and now he was even more dizzy.

The fire was raging, and the chaotic screams and wails intensified in the fire!

He doesn't want to die.

Maybe he was born with a low life. He has been suffering from serious and minor illnesses since he was a child. His body is so thin that no woman will be willing to give him much money for medical treatment. After today's tossing, his frail body should have reached its limit, but the child Never fell down.

In a trance, the child noticed that the smoke was flowing, and only then did he discover the dog hole in the corner blocked by debris.

It was rare for the child's dim and empty eyes to glow with a faint light.

After getting out of the dog hole, the child really didn't have the strength to move anymore, and the clothes he was wearing were very thin and were burned to pieces.

The child was lying on the ground, with a large area of ​​burns on his back exposed to the air, and the blood was half-solidified on the wound, which looked particularly horrifying.

Except for weak breathing, the thin and thin body does not undulate obviously, like a corpse that has lost its vitality, lifeless, so fragile that it will shatter when touched.

The fire was still burning, and the scorching high temperature melted the thick snow around it. The fire light illuminated the pitch-black night and lit up those eyes, but it couldn't illuminate the deepest ravine, as if ink had been splashed. It was so thick that it couldn't be faded, lingering with an unfathomable lifelessness, empty but inconceivably indifferent, not at all like the eyes a child should have.

Unconsciously, he curled up his thin body, his mouth filled with the familiar fishy sweetness overflowing from his lungs.

This one-sided massacre lasted all night, and the fire snake almost swept across the sky.

The bustling yesterday was turned into a piece of scorched earth, and the hustle and bustle of the past was no longer heard.

When the sun rose, the dead child finally moved.

The child rolled his empty eyeballs. The originally slender eyelashes were burnt to pieces yesterday, and black particles stuck to the eyelids. They were dark and disgusting, and his face was still covered with charcoal and mud.

The rising sun dyed the sky blood-colored, and above the scorched earth, billowing thick smoke drifted indistinctly, depressing and decadent.

Everyone died except him, and the child secretly overflowed with joy.Those who abused him, beat him, and bullied him are all dead, and they all deserve it!He deserved to be burned to ashes and black charcoal!

The child pursed his mouth tightly and coughed suppressedly, with a sweet smell of blood coming out of his throat.An indescribable pain spread from an unknown place to every inch of bone.

Maybe he is going to die too.

Such an idea popped up suddenly, for no reason.

The child's heart is calmer than a windless lake, without waves, but in the deepest part, he longs to live.

The cold wind blows on the child's body like a real icy thin blade, but the child no longer feels any pain from the very beginning.

The white snow was pouring down one after another, covering the ruined Goulan courtyard and the children, like a huge sheet of white filial cloth covering the body of a dead person.

It may have been the cause of the extinction of the fire, or it may have been that the snow had grown and the air around had become eeriely cold.

The weak sunlight in Chaoyang can't bring any heat at all.

Turning over is just a very simple movement. The child repeated it five times before completing this usually very simple movement.When he turned over, he was gasping for breath, and the sound of his breathing was hoarse and broken like a membrane with holes in it.

The child propped his limp body on his elbows clumsily.His head was heavy and heavy, and his body had no strength. There was always a "buzzing" sound in his ears, which was so loud that he felt that his head was about to explode.

He lay down in the snow for a whole night without any rice water in. If he is still alive, he is dead, so——he will definitely not die!

In the past, he was a bastard born of sister Yao, who had the lowest status among prostitutes.Now, he doesn't seem to be much better, he is a beggar, but the brand on his back will never disappear, and it is always a reminder of his identity.

The child hunched over, supported his knees with his hands, panted rapidly with his mouth wide open, and only after his breathing became stable, he dragged his heavy steps and left slowly.

Penniless, it is impossible to steal money with such a weak body, so I can only pick up food discarded by others.

Life in Washe was not good. Being bullied was commonplace, and he was doing heavy work that adults did. Sometimes he ate leftovers, and sometimes he didn’t even have to eat leftovers. For example, he was so hungry before the fire. The chest is attached to the back.

A woman used to be a well-known beauties in Goulan. Those who work in this line of work are most afraid of time.The woman has experienced the most glorious ten years, but after ten years, she is down and out. The woman is replaced by a new oiran, who is so arrogant.

The guests in Washeri are no match for the romantic young men in Golan. They are used to the extravagant life of skirts and wine, and the money they spend in Washeri is not enough to buy women's rouge and powder.Every time a woman is wronged by a customer, she will turn to the child to vent her grievances. She will pick the inconspicuous places and use the hairpin to pierce the tender places of the child.

But the child has a stubborn temperament, even if he is abused to death, he will not make a sound, he will not cry, he will only endure silently.Because he deeply realized at a very young age that if he struggled and resisted, he would anger women, and he would only be tortured worse.Before he was able to escape, he could only endure.

Until now, at the moment when the fire was ignited, even though he was reduced to a beggar picking up food from the ground to satisfy his hunger, the child did not have any resistance, and he was even happy because he was free.At least he doesn't have to worry about that woman thinking about how to sell him or let him pick up customers all the time.

Whether it's other people or women in Vasheli, they will not be willing to hurt his face in order to let him receive guests a few years later.

The child's appearance has been outstanding since he was a child, and his facial features are exquisite. Before he even opens his eyes, he can already see that growing up is absolutely extraordinary.Due to perennial illness and weakness, the child's skin is pale. Although he has been working in the yard for a long time, he does not get tanned, but has a kind of morbid softness.

The child is under ten years old, and the woman's plan is to let him pick up the guest when the child is nine years old.

From the rich experience and many years of being in this romantic place, women certainly know that young children are the most attractive to men, especially those rich people who have certain hobbies, and they can't put it down.

It's a pity that before this day came, the woman was burned to ashes by the fire along with the house.

The child watched the woman die with his own eyes. At that time, the fire had not yet reached the firewood room, and it was very noisy outside. Through the crack of the door, he saw that charming and enchanting woman, who was cut off in the middle by a man wearing a wooden mask. And the internal organs flowed all over the floor.

Thinking of this scene, for some reason, the blood in the child's body seemed to be burning and boiling, as if something was about to break through the shackles and come out!

My head seems to be hurting more!

The child clenched his teeth, his face was stained with sweat, and his vision was a little blurred.

He could hardly feel hunger, but he knew clearly that he needed food very much at this moment.Whatever it is, it's good to be able to eat.

He wouldn't be so stupid as to pick up food from the streets.

In the bottom class, the interpretation of the phrase "the strong prey on the weak" is more thorough and clear.

Every street and every intersection is occupied by people, which is commonly known as "local snakes".

Going to pick things up and eat them openly like this will not only bring no benefits, but it is very likely that they will be beaten to death.No one's going to stand up for an insignificant little bastard unless it's an idiot.

That's right, in the eyes of everyone, he is that bastard who was born with filth, no one will care about his life and death, and the only thing he can rely on is himself.

The child leaned on the wall, staggered and walked, and he was going to the garbage dump to find something to fill his stomach.

The little figure that seemed to fall to the ground as soon as the wind blows, suddenly fell down when turning a corner, like a doll with a broken thread, lifeless.

Everything is just beginning...

Blue City, Jun Mansion.

Sitting in the simple and magnificent hall, the man in dark purple robe took the hot tea handed by the maid, and frowned when he saw the water splashed on the edge of the teacup.The exquisite light gold embroidery, the luxurious purple gold hair crown, and the jade pendant worn on the man's waist, which is as thick as snow fat, all unintentionally highlight the man's noble status.

The Chaojun family seems to be an ordinary family of merchants, but it is not.The Jun family, inherited from ancient times, has been inherited for more than [-] years, and it is the number one family that the dynasty will not let go.

No one knows the true strength of the Jun family, and even the royal family cannot underestimate the seemingly indisputable Jun family.

There were three brothers in the Jun family, and Gao Tang died young.The boss is not evil, his whereabouts are erratic all the year round, mysterious and unpredictable, unknown to the world.The second son, Jun Yiburn, was the cold and luxurious purple-clothed man sitting on the seat. With countless wolves, tigers and leopards staring at the Jun family's property, the current head of the Jun family who supported the huge Jun family at the age of 12.The youngest gentleman, Luo Sheng, is both the owner of the Assassin Tower and the Tianji Pavilion, and besides that, he is the only junior of the current emperor.

The maid who had been paying attention to the owner's face trembled in fright, and almost spilled the newly brewed tea in her hand.

"Be more calm." Jun Yifen's tone was so indifferent that there was no extra emotion, he used a lid to scrape off the tea powder on the tea, his eyes were deep, and he was thinking about something.

Another man in black clothes sitting next to the man took the teacup from the hand of the maid, and tasted the tea leisurely, but his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were so cold that the tea was almost frozen.He held the teacup in his hand steadily, and the clear tea reflected his delicate chin.

He cast his eyes on the maid waiting next to him, and then said coldly: "Tea, it's okay."

The man put the untouched teacup aside, looked at his elder brother whom he had not seen for many years, and asked, "Elder brother really want to save him?"

"If you don't save him, the third brother won't live alone."

"But sooner or later he will kill the third brother!"

"Sooner or later, death."

A misty and directionless voice echoed in the hall, and then a familiar footstep sounded, and it got closer and closer until——

"Homeowner."

Hearing the familiar slightly hoarse voice, Jun Yifen frowned even tighter.

The author has something to say: I have been thinking about this article for a long time, and I really want to write it well. I have been preparing it for almost a year. Xiao Gong raised and pampered them, and when they were teenagers, they became inseparable emotions. Whether it is the master's indifference to world affairs, or the apprentice's distrust of anyone, in front of each other, they have become the most I want to become myself.