Bamboo horse is a world-weary male protagonist

Galloping on the way back to the inn, Wang Mi's heart was burning with anxiety.

When he saw the crowd gathered at the entrance of the inn, the vague uneasiness in his heart instantly magnified as if confirmed, almost making him unable to suppress his rationality, and rushed into the inn with one stride.

Wang Mi left suddenly just now because there was an aura of an unknown practitioner near the inn.

It was similar to He Chengyuan's aura when he was trapped in the cellar and guarded near the cellar that day.

He set up a protective barrier in the inn, and after confirming Gu Xi's safety, he went out to look for traces of those cultivators.

Halfway through the tracking, I found that those people seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and there was no trace of clues.

It disappeared very strangely.

It's as if those people weren't real people at all, but just phantoms made to get him out of there or something.

When those people disappeared, Wang Mi felt huge doubts in his heart.

He felt that he seemed a little strange recently, a bit like an old man...

Pooh!

Absolutely impossible!

But why was he confused as if he had been lowered?

Even though the young master was still staying in the inn, he actually chased him so far all by himself? ? ?

Is this something that can be explained smoothly with common sense? ? ?

What is he chasing these people for? ? ?

Waking up, Wang Mi hurried back.

But he didn't notice that on the way back, those strong questions in his mind disappeared without a trace as time went by.

"Shopkeeper, where's the child?"

The old man had never lost his composure like this before, his anger and impatience made him look a little crazy.

Seeing Wang Mi's agitation, the passers-by hurriedly talked about what they had just seen.

"Oh, just now a drunkard came to beat the child and took the child away. Could the child belong to your family?"

"I just said that it must be the young master of some family. It is absolutely impossible to be the son of the drunk man. It would be great if I reported to the official just now."

"That little boy looks so good-looking, how could that drunk man be willing to take it?"

"I saw that the child's face was covered with blood, and I thought he was going to be beaten to death."

Listening to the noisy discussion of those passers-by, Wang Mi only felt a chill spread from the top of his head to the soles of his feet in an instant.

Zhao San came to find someone.

In case the young suzerain is impulsive and insists on standing up for He Chengyuan...

Wang Mi didn't dare to think about it anymore.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Where's the child?"

The waiter hurriedly said, "It's in your room."

Wang Mi immediately ran upstairs.

Pushing open the door, I saw Gu Xi lying unconscious on the ground.

The child's face was covered with dry tears, the originally neat hair was in a mess, his small chest kept heaving, and he kept chanting He Chengyuan's name.

Seeing that Wang Mi's eyes were bloodshot, he hurriedly hugged Gu Xi up.

The waiter who followed Wang Mi up the stairs made a sound at the right time, and told what happened after Wang Mi left.

After listening to the waiter's words, Wang Mi realized that He Chengyuan had never thought of relying on Gu Xi's help to follow Zhao San home alone.

"Unexpectedly," Wang Mi sighed with emotion in a low voice, with complicated expressions in his eyes: "Young Sect Master really made a good friend."

Until this moment, Wang Mi completely let go of all doubts and prejudices towards He Chengyuan.

He Chengyuan is a smart boy.

Smart children are the easiest to make choices that are beneficial to themselves, such as choosing to take Gu Xi with them when they have to go home.

Because once things got involved with Gu Xi, Wang Mi would no longer be able to stand by and watch, and might even help He Chengyuan kill Zhao San directly.

Wang Mi understands the character of his young suzerain best.

This child was raised with protection since childhood, and his heart is too simple. He is willing to treat people with all his heart and soul, and does not try to return anything in return.

If He Chengyuan wanted to use Gu Xi to restrain Zhao San, Gu Xi would definitely not refuse. It is more likely that Gu Xi took the initiative to ask Ying to help He Chengyuan.

But He Chengyuan chose to leave Gu Xi at the inn and left alone.

"Uncle Wang," Gu Xi, who woke up from a coma, immediately hugged Wang Mi's arm tightly when he saw Wang Mi came back.

The child's eyes were already swollen from crying, and his milky voice was also hoarse from crying: "He Chengyuan was taken away by his father."

"I heard his father swearing, and his father beat him again. I wanted to go out and help him, but I couldn't open the door."

"My magic weapon is not here, I can't open the door, I can't see outside," Gu Xi said anxiously and incoherently, eyes filled with bright fear.

"He Chengyuan," Gu Xi buried his head in Wang Mi's arms, crying loudly, "He seems to be dying!"

Holding Gu Xi tightly in his arms, Wang Mi patted the child's back to help him calm down, turned around and went out, walking firmly in the direction of He Chengyuan's house.

"Young Sect Master won't cry, let's go find He Chengyuan now."

"Taji people have their own appearance, so it must be fine."

"Let me persuade the suzerain and his wife. After we find him, we will take him back to Qianqingzong directly."

"Yeah," the child whimpered, and repeated the sound of reading in his head to Wang Mi: "Uncle Wang, He Chengyuan is in Xiaojiyuan, let's go quickly."

"Are there a lot of chicks in the Chicken Yard?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Wang Mi who probably guessed the meaning of "Little Chicken House": "..."

***

The dilapidated window lattices were dead gray, crooked and open, constantly shaking by the cold wind.

In the dark and cramped corner, a pair of light-colored eyes that were colder than Han Xing appeared.

Zhao San was having fun with a prostitute, and ordered He Chengyuan to "appreciate" it with a good purpose.

The man drank a lot of wine, and the bad smell of the bad wine on his body was pungent, mixed with the smell of heavy powder from the body of the prostitute, making the room smell disgusting.

"Little bastard, if you dare to close your eyes and let me know, just wait to collect your mother's body."

Zhao San struggled to heave his body up and down, panting heavily, glanced in He Chengyuan's direction from the corner of his eye, with a gloomy expression.

The woman's attitude is perfunctory, seeing that Zhao San's mind is not with her, she is too lazy to pretend to be emotional, and said with a teasing smile: "Oh, why are you so concerned about that child, and you still think about him at this moment? "

"I felt strange when you brought him here. Could it be that you want to bring him to play with me?"

She was originally from a big brothel, but she was kicked out of the brothel because of her old age, so she came out to do business by herself.

The guests in those big brothels do like to play with more people, and it is not uncommon for her to call three or five at a time.

But it was the first time she saw men and women, adults and children playing together.

From the bottom of my heart, I think this drunk is quite good at playing.

Seeing Zhao San's disheveled appearance, the prostitute sneered: "Don't try to take advantage of it, you drunkard. The price for playing together is not the current price. If you really want to play, you have to pay more."

She looked straight at Zhao San without flinching, with contempt in her eyes.

|Prostitute|Woman|Woman takes advantage of everything, this person is really rotten and hopelessly rotten.

"Shut up," Zhao San raised his hand and shook the prostitute's mouth, causing the prostitute to scream and fainted.

"I spend money to have fun, not to listen to your flirty talk."

Seeing that the woman was completely silent and lost interest, he gave a bad mouthful and walked straight to He Chengyuan.

"How do you see it?"

Zhao San | Chi | squatted down, showing an extremely wretched smile.

His scorched teeth bared from his lips, and a strong and foul smell of alcohol came out of his mouth.

He Chengyuan turned his head and didn't answer.

"say!"

The hard and rough palm slammed across and hit He Chengyuan's face, causing the boy to fall headfirst, with blood dripping from the corner of his lips.

Zhao San couldn't bear the way He Chengyuan ignored him the most.

It was as if he was not the person who was talking at all, but something so unsightly that he didn't even want to stain his eyes.

He couldn't stand He Chengyuan looking at him like that.

Because every time he saw those eyes, he would think of He Chengyuan's mother.

That day, it was snowing in the sky.

The woman was wearing a moon-white cloak, standing on the snow, as if waiting for someone.

The cloak on her was so light and fluttering that it couldn't help being blown back by the wind.

Looking at it from a distance, it seems to be lighter than the snow falling from the sky.

It fell lightly and covertly on her slender waist.

Her skin was clean and pure white, more translucent than the surrounding snow.

The eyes that were clear and bright like stars looked straight into his heart the moment he turned his head, and Zhao San couldn't forget it for the rest of his life.

She is so beautiful.

Thinking like that, Zhao San walked over.

He tried to strike up a conversation, but was politely rejected by the woman.

He tried to be rough, but was slapped by the woman's raised hand.

He had never seen such a beautiful woman.

He wanted to possess her, wanted her to be his own woman, wanted her to cry and beg for mercy, but that woman didn't even give in to him until she was |naked|naked|.

She just looked at him indifferently with eyes like looking at some filth.

And bit off his tongue without hesitation.

Until she died, Zhao San didn't even know her name.

"I let you look down on me, look down on me, look down on me!"

The thick soles of his feet stepped on the boy's body fiercely like iron blocks, Zhao San felt puzzled, so he simply pulled He Chengyuan's hair, pulled him up, bent his knees and bumped his head.

He Chengyuan tried to protect his head with his hands, but Zhao San pinned his arms against the wall and kicked him instead.

"You keep looking at me with that look, why don't you look at me? Keep looking!"

He Chengyuan's silence completely angered Zhao San.

He roared angrily and threw He Chengyuan to the ground fiercely, his kicks were crazily and viciously.

He Chengyuan didn't dare to resist in the severe pain, his body convulsed continuously due to the pain, curled up into a small ball on the ground, splashing blood all over the ground.

That day, the woman curled up on the ground in the same way, bleeding from the corner of her mouth.

Zhao San was reluctant to part with this body, picked him up, and wanted to take him back.

He Chengyuan, who was beaten half to death because he disliked being in the way, got up, walked over and pulled the hem of his clothes, looked at him with a pair of bright and clear eyes like a woman, and asked sadly: "Uncle, are you going to take my mother?" where?"

The boy's face was covered in blood, and with that delicate face, he looked like a ghost doll crawling out of hell.

Zhao San couldn't help being a little scared by this scene, kicked the boy away and strode away.

Unexpectedly, the young and frail He Chengyuan followed him all the way back to Yunshan.

Zhao San tried many methods but failed to save the woman's body, so he could only bury the woman's rotten and smelly body in the backyard.

That day, He Chengyuan was staring at him, weeping silently.

Zhao San thought that after the woman was buried, He Chengyuan would leave by himself.

Unexpectedly, the next day, He Chengyuan actually walked up to him and asked him, "Uncle, who are you?"

Zhao San sneered: "I am your father!"

"Father," the boy's eyes became moist with tears in them.

"I can't find my mother, do you know where she is?"

When he was young, he witnessed his mother's death.

But because he couldn't accept it, he was so sad that he forgot everything.

……

Stepping on He Chengyuan's neck with his feet, Zhao San slowly increased his strength, watching He Chengyuan struggling desperately with his hands on his ankle.

He didn't stop, but exerted more force. Seeing that He Chengyuan's face turned blue and the corners of his mouth were bleeding continuously, Zhao San couldn't help raising a weird smile.

"boom--!"

The closed door was kicked open, and the old man dressed in wind and snow raised his hand and threw the out of control man.

The sharp pain and oppressive suffocation suddenly disappeared. He Chengyuan coughed desperately and raised his head subconsciously, but he was blinded by the biting wind and snow blowing in.

Under the sudden cold, he was forced to curl up into a ball to keep warm, but he vaguely heard someone calling his name.

No one knows his name except his mother.

Someone tried to pick him up, and the hot skin was pressed against his skin, so disgusting that he couldn't help but want to vomit.

The man tried to pry his mouth open so he could eat something.He Chengyuan struggled frantically, not wanting anyone to touch his body.

He heard a voice in his ear——

"Young Sect Master, He Chengyuan is unconscious now, I can't even feed him the panacea, wait for him to wake up first..."

"Young Sect Master, don't come here, it's too dangerous!"

"Young Sect Master!"

In the anxious shout, the familiar breath with the fragrance of milk wrapped him in it from far to near.

What's amazing is that no matter how close the warm mass was to him, He Chengyuan didn't feel any nausea.

He felt someone clumsily opening his mouth and feeding him something bitter.

The taste is very bitter, but because it blends with the breath of the hand pressing on his lips, it is unexpectedly sweet.

The tip of his tongue pushed and swallowed obediently, his tense body gradually relaxed, trying to bury himself deeper and more closely in this sweet mass.

The snowy night was silent, only the intermittent breathing of the boy remained in the room.

After a while, the old man's voice suddenly sounded full of grievances: "...Young Sect Master, why did you feed He Chengyuan the medicine?"

Having accomplished something that even Uncle Wang could not do, Gu Xi's heart is filled with a sense of accomplishment.

His little face was still covered with big snot bubbles from just crying, but his expression was very proud. He held up his little chest and said loudly:

"Because we are good friends!"