poor family young gentleman

"What are you doing? That's my son, don't touch my wife, mother..."

"Who is your mother? Hand over the little bastard, or you'll sell that little bitch!"

"No, you are not allowed to come over..."

"Here you go..."

"Wow wow..."

In front of the simple thatched hut, a tall man was holding a naked baby in his hands, facing the fierce siege of a large group of people helplessly, and lying on the ground behind him was a slender figure whose lower body was stained with blood, with loose hair Covering his face, I can't see what he looks like for a while, but no one will care about him at this time. The group of people rushing up is snatching the baby from the man's hand. The baby is crying in pain , the man was so frightened that he quickly let go.

"Hurry up and take away."

Seeing that the child was in hand, it seemed that the middle-aged woman in her 40s led someone to block the man who wanted to take the child back. The woman who was holding the child was about [-] years old, turned around and wanted to stride away.

"Give it back to me, my son, it's mine..."

"Hey, you little bastard, you dare to push my old lady, hit me!"

The man was in a hurry when he saw this, and swung his arm away from the middle-aged woman who blocked him. Even the young men and women were staggered several times by him, and almost fell down in embarrassment. While rushing forward, he slapped the man one after another, and the man who had already grabbed the woman and hadn't had time to snatch back the child turned back and said, "Mother, it hurts, stop beating, stop beating..."

The man's figure is very tall, not very strong, but the patched thin clothes can't hide his well-proportioned muscles. Because his face is too dirty and injured, it's not clear what he looks like, but his face The outline was very deep, and the pair of dark peach blossom eyes gave people a strong illusion of luster under the moisture of tears, but his tone and way of speaking were weird no matter how they sounded, not like a normal man.

"Fool, don't let me go, let go..."

The woman caught by him stared at him viciously with the child in her arms, and the man turned his head again: "Give me back the son and I will let you go."

"Fool!"

"what!"

The woman spat at him, opened her mouth and bit his arm, the man screamed in pain, but stubbornly refused to let go, and his hand was bleeding from the woman's bite after a while.

"Boss and second, go and catch that bitch, since he wants a son, we'll sell the little bitch."

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman shouted at the command.

"Yes."

Two black and thin men who looked to be in their twenties responded and walked towards the figure lying on the ground at the same time.

"Daughter-in-law...don't sell my wife..."

The man was in a hurry, he looked at his son and his wife, he didn't know what to choose for a while, all the people crowded in the small yard showed triumphant smiles, and the villagers watching outside were pointing and discussing, but there was no one. A person stepped forward to stop it.

"Well…"

Just as the two men approached, the man curled up on his side on the ground let out a series of groans unconsciously, slowly opened his eyes, and before he could see the situation around him clearly, there was a heart-rending pain all over his body. As if being repeatedly crushed by someone, a large number of memories that did not belong to him flooded into his mind frantically, and his head was about to explode.

The two men who were temporarily stunned because of his sudden awakening looked at each other, stepped forward and roughly pulled him up.

"Bitch, you are finally in my hands."

The man on the left leaned over and whispered viciously in his ear with the help of grabbing him, covered half of his buttocks with his other hand, and squeezed his five fingers together to pinch.

"Ugh... it hurts so much, fuck me!"

"bump!"

"what…"

No one saw how Feng Jiye broke free from the shackles of the two men. When they came back to their senses, they saw him hugging the man's head with both hands and hitting it hard with his own head. The man wailed loudly in pain, Staggering backwards, he finally sat down on the ground, Feng Jiye shook his head, ignoring the intense dizziness in his head, suddenly kicked the man to the ground with his kick, jumped up into the air and sat astride him, kicking up The fist hit the man's face hard.

"Ah...don't fight, don't fight..."

The man who was crushed on the ground let out another cry of pain like a pig being killed, all this happened so suddenly, no one had time to react, they could only watch helplessly as Feng Jiye swung his bow left and right, punching the fat man to the flesh.

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What the hell?

A series of system prompts sounded continuously, Feng Jiye stopped his beating action, and the next second, a light curtain window popped up in front of him, displaying several clear information data.

Host: Feng Jiye

Sex: Male

Attribute: Kun

Talents: piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, ancient martial arts fighting skills, low-level beast control abilities

Physical condition: very poor

Force Value: Zero

Points: 1

XP: 10

Location: Wanjia Village, Yunzhou, Mingxia Kingdom

"Son, that bitch old lady killed you!"

"Head of the house, you bitch..."

"Bitch let go of my brother..."

Feng Jiye still didn't have time to figure out what the situation was now, the middle-aged woman and others who came back to their senses rushed forward insultingly, Feng Jiye's eyes were fixed, and he suddenly leaned over and pulled out the wooden hairpin that the man used to fix his hair , with a bloodthirsty sneer at the corner of his mouth, he stabbed the wooden hairpin into the man's left shoulder blade with his backhand.