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He Chengyuan fell down in a deserted alley corner.

His stomach hurt like a wrenching pain, and he could only curl up his body as much as possible, trying to relieve this pain that he had never experienced before.

But the severe pain spread from his abdomen to his whole body, making him twitch and tremble uncontrollably.

The stomach was as hot as a fire, and there was an unbearable retching feeling in the throat.

The boy tightly covered his mouth to prevent himself from spitting out, but the body's instinctive reaction was not under the control of willpower at all.

The stomach convulsed violently, and the hot tide rolled up.

"--Wow"

He Chengyuan slowly got up from the ground and shrank into a corner.

He just spit out all the spicy water.

There was nothing left, and my stomach became empty.

Staring at the filth on the ground, the child pursed his lips tightly, and the corners of his eyes blushed little by little.

——It was given to him by Gu Xi.

Turning his head to look in the direction of the Fulai Inn, He Chengyuan's eyes revealed naked|naked|naked|naked desire.

He looked at it for a long time before he looked back, pursed his lips, ignored his still aching stomach, and stood up silently.

When he came to a place full of snow, He Chengyuan grabbed a handful of snow and began to rub it carefully from his fingers.

In the past few days, there have been several heavy snowfalls in a row, and the weather is especially cold.

Before the snow on the road had time to melt, new snow fell. The ice was mixed with fine snow, and it was piled up in corners that no one cared about. It was very white and clean.

The snow is cold and stings a little when rubbed against the skin.

But it was able to wipe off all the black things on the skin, revealing the real skin that was bluish purple.

Not dirty skin at all.

He Chengyuan rubbed it carefully and meticulously, as if he was completing a very important task.

Rub from left hand to left arm, then right hand, right arm, ankle, calf...

He didn't spare any place he could touch, and even wiped the crevices between his fingers very carefully.

After cleaning all the places that could be cleaned, He Chengyuan got up and walked towards the Fulai Inn, but found that his sight was completely blocked by an extremely oppressive figure.

Zhao Sanzheng walked towards him.

The man was tall and tall. Although he was hunched over, he was still somewhat taller than ordinary people.

His face had turned pale due to years of alcoholism, his eyes were cloudy and dull, and there were obvious dirt hidden between the wrinkles on his forehead and nose.The messy beard and hair were messed up together, looking very hideous.

Although the clothes on his body looked thick, they were dirty and torn, and looked like they hadn't been mended or washed.

"So you're hiding here," Zhao San smiled when he saw He Chengyuan hiding in the corner, showing scorched teeth.

He strode over, reached out and grabbed He Chengyuan's hair, and pulled the child further into the alley.

He Chengyuan struggled desperately, but was slapped on the face by the man's backhand, his nosebleeds splashed, his eyes were closed tightly, and he couldn't move.

The limp body spread out on the ground with the man's forward pace, drawing a long drag mark.

"The little bastard is pretty good at hiding, but I haven't found you after searching for a long time." The corner of the man's mouth turned up, his eyes were fierce: "I saw you running out of the Fulai Inn before."

"Tell me, what good things did you get?"

Zhao San pulled He Chengyuan's hair, lifted the boy's limp body high, and forced He Chengyuan to look at him.

"Don't play dead!"

"say!"

The palm as big as a mopan slapped He Chengyuan's face fiercely, causing He Chengyuan to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing that He Chengyuan was silent and didn't answer, Zhao San didn't talk nonsense, and directly started to feel around He Chengyuan.

"I see that you are quite close to the young master and the old man before. Didn't they give you something nice?"

Zhao San smiled obscenely, looking up and down He Chengyuan's body: "I don't know how you hooked up with him."

"Since we've all followed you to the inn, hehe, could it be that he ran to sell |fart|stock|?"

When Zhao Sangang picked up He Chengyuan, the villager Yazi had found him and was willing to offer five taels of silver to buy He Chengyuan away.

Five taels of silver was a sky-high price to Zhao San, so he blurted out a good word.

After receiving the contract of sale from Ren Yazi, listening to Ren Yazi's urging him to make a pledge, he looked at Ren Yazi's calm but excited face.

Zhao San suddenly realized that his opportunity to make a fortune had come.

He regretted agreeing so quickly.

He felt that if he could bargain for He Chengyuan's selling money, he might be able to sell it for 30 taels without any problem!

Ren Yazi, who was peeking at He Chengyuan from the corner of his eye, was also very excited at the moment.

Although it hasn't opened yet because of its young age, a well-informed person can tell at a glance that He Chengyuan is definitely a rare beauty.

Take it to the Nanfeng Pavilion, and you can sell it for at least 100 taels!

As a result, while Zhao San was negotiating the price with Ren Yazi, He Chengyuan actually picked up a piece of gravel and drew a deep bloody gash on his face.

Seeing half of the boy's face turned bloody and bloody, and destined to leave scars on his face, Ren Yazi and Zhao San were so angry that they cursed repeatedly and had to terminate the transaction.

Thinking of the scene that day, Zhao San felt unlucky.

He searched around, and raised his eyebrows when he touched the foreign object in front of the boy's moon: "What is this hiding?"

He Chengyuan, who was motionless at first, suddenly stood up and resisted, resisting the struggle with his hands and feet.

He scratched like crazy, his sharp nails scratched across the man's arm, leaving long bloodstains.

"Little bastard, are you looking for death!"

Zhao San was in pain, roared angrily, raised his hand and threw He Chengyuan out.

He Chengyuan's body fell to the ground without any protection, and the severe pain caused him to curl up into a small ball instantly.

"You still dare to fight with me, I can't kick you to death!"

He Chengyuan's resistance completely angered Zhao San.

He roared high-pitched, blushing and cursing thickly.

Scolding and kicking at the same time, He Chengyuan's mouth and nose were bleeding from the merciless kick.

He Chengyuan tightly guarded his chest, gritted his teeth, and remained silent.

The stubborn appearance made Zhao San even more angry, and he kicked him out of the alley and kicked him into the crowd in the market, causing the crowd to scream.

"Let go of me!"

Zhao San stomped on He Chengyuan's chest fiercely, his feet gradually became stronger, and his thin body made a piercing sound of bone cracking.

"Are you loose!"

"Loose or not!"

"release!"

Compared with wanting to get what was hidden in He Chengyuan's chest, the desire to conquer He Chengyuan completely gained the upper hand in this one-sided torture.

Zhao San kicked wildly without any scruples, causing He Chengyuan's body to roll forward like a torn sack.

The people in the market were startled by this tragic scene, worried that they would be accidentally injured, and no one dared to go up and grab Zhao San who had gone berserk.

He Chengyuan's whole body convulsed in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He stared at Zhao San's face firmly, as if he wanted to engrave this person's appearance deeply in his mind.

"If you dare to look at me again, I will rape your mother first and then kill you!"

He Chengyuan's eyes completely angered Zhao San, because he didn't want to admit that he would be terrified by a child's eyes.

He Chengyuan's body trembled violently, and he lowered his eyes.

Zhao San was sore and tired from kicking, stood panting, and shouted bravado: "Let go!"

He Chengyuan's hand that was tightly protecting his chest, slowly released it, revealing the porcelain bottle on his chest that had already been kicked into pieces.

"Don't," his voice was hoarse and out of tune, coughing up blood, he said intermittently, "I...beg...you, don't hurt...my mother."

"Please…"

The broken porcelain shards covered the small palm and thin chest, rising and falling with the boy's rapid breathing, bringing out a dazzling scarlet.

"Hold!"

Looking at those obviously valuable pieces of porcelain vases, Zhao San was furious.

He kicked He Chengyuan again with the last remaining strength, and threatened viciously: "Little bastard, I will remember you!"

"In the future, if I keep something good and don't hand it in, once I find out, I'll fuck your mother once!"

After saying that, he left without looking back.

He Chengyuan, whose head was kicked against the wall, completely softened and remained motionless.

The onlookers saw that Zhao San was walking away, so they slowly gathered around, pointing at the departing Zhao San and He Chengyuan who was lying on the ground, talking a lot.