Dianxia Qingcheng

It was completely dark outside, and the air was freezing cold.

Qi Changyi's whole body was numb from the cold, his eyes were reddish and swollen, and he could no longer shed tears. He still maintained the posture of hugging his knees, with his head resting softly on it, curled up into a small ball, and nestled in the corner of the wall.

He doesn't know what to do now, and he doesn't know where to go. The palace can't go back, and the prime minister's mansion doesn't want to go back.

The sky is big and the earth is big, but he has no home.

"Hey, what kind of beauty is this? Why are you sitting here? Don't you know this is my brother's territory?"

- A somewhat obscene voice sounded, and several black figures gradually approached the corner of the wall.

Qi Changyi raised his head slowly, and when he saw a few hooligans standing in front of him, he flinched in fear.

When those people saw clearly the tear-stained little face hidden behind the black hair, they all gasped.

"Such a beautiful little beauty, who would have the heart to make you cry? Can't you find your way home? Come on, come quickly to my brother's warm embrace."

The leader of the hooligans came over, squatted down, and raised his chin with his fingertips.

The delicate and fair little face lifted up slightly in the dark light, the corners of the eyes were red, glistening with tears, looking pitiful.

"It's so damn good-looking! Brothers, come quickly and take this little beauty away!"

The man's excited eyes glowed green, and he waved to the people behind him.

Qi Changyi was terrified. He knew that these people were not good people, so he reached out and knocked off the hand on his chin, and hugged his knee tightly.

"You guys, what are you going to do..."

"Yo, it turned out to be a man. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I haven't done anything before, and I have a lot of experience. Don't be afraid, little beauty, I will guarantee that you will be comfortable later, and you can't stop, hahaha..."

The few people behind also came forward with laughter, showing their faces full of lust, and one of them held Qi Changyi's arm and dragged him up from the ground.

They pinched Qi Changyi's arm so painfully that they pinched Qi Changyi's arm. He took a sharp breath, and the cold wind poured into his stomach. He suddenly coughed violently, and the tears flowed down again.

"What's going on? Could it be that he's still a sick child?"

One of them was a little scared and said, "Don't really have something wrong, and it looks like it should be a wealthy family, so don't get into trouble with us then."

Another strong and fleshy man was dissatisfied,

"What are you afraid of? It's so dark, who can see that we did it? Besides, I don't think this little beauty's brain is very good. She must be a fool. I'm afraid we don't even understand what he did to him. "

"I, I'm not stupid, I know what you are going to do, you are bad people, you want to kidnap me..."

Qi Changyi coughed up a bloody smell in his throat, and he felt that his internal organs were very cold, as if they were frozen.

"You guys, do you want money? I have a lot of money, I can give you money, can you let me go?"

Qi Changyi looked at several people with tears in his eyes.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this crying pear blossom with rain, how distressing! Don't cry, brothers want money and people. How about it, if you pay, brothers will treat you as a one-night stay, why? Sample?"

After speaking, the gangsters laughed together, and the person standing next to Qi Changyi couldn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to pinch his fair and smooth face. The delicate skin was so attractive that it could be broken by blows.

Several people dragged him roughly, and walked deeper into the alley.

Qi Changyi pulled hard with all his strength, there was no room for struggle, his eyes showed fragility and helplessness.

"I, I am the prince, I live in the palace, you can't treat me like this, my father will not spare you..."

As soon as these words came out, the footsteps of several people suddenly stopped, they stared at Qi Changyi for a while, and then burst out laughing.

"You guys, did you hear what he said? He said he was the prince. He was so ridiculous. Is there such a stupid prince?"

"If you are the prince, I am the emperor, and I am your father! Isn't it natural that you come to serve your father?"

"Ha ha ha ha"

A few people walked while laughing, and they had already reached the corner of the alley, which was some distance away from the street, even if they yelled loudly, no one would be able to hear them.

The moonlight was weak, shining in the deep alley.

The gangster at the head suddenly pushed Qi Changyi fiercely from behind, his body lightened, and he slammed into the wall in front of him, knocked his head, and fell limply against the wall.

The little man was lying on the cold ground, his forehead was covered with blood, and the thick blood slowly flowed into his hair. His breathing was weak, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy. When he opened his eyes, he saw blood red, just like the last time he was poisoned. .

"It hurts, it hurts..."

"Brother, he's crying for pain."

One of the hooligans said to the leader.

"Pain? It hasn't started yet. There will be more pain later."

The leader of the hooligans smiled and made a look, and the two people next to him rushed over eagerly.

Qi Changyi only felt a few hands groping around him, and he tried his best to get rid of it, but he couldn't dodge it. He wanted to raise his arms to resist, but his limbs were already firmly suppressed.

His tears poured out mixed with blood, and a huge despair enveloped him deeply. He had never felt so sad, so heartbroken.

"Brother, these clothes are too strong, you can't untie them!"

"Trash, leave me alone!"

—A hand full of dirt stretched out towards the little man, directly along the front of his robe, and tore it aside forcefully.

With a sound of "Pi la", the sound of cloth shattering was heard, and the white brocade robe was torn in half, revealing the inner shirt.

Qi Changyi's legs kept thrashing vigorously, his fingers digging tightly on the ground, blood oozes again from the broken nail.

"Go away...you all go away, don't...don't touch me..."

The little man cried hoarsely, but such a fragile cry, such a beautiful face with tears in his eyes, would only make a few people cruelly abuse him

More surging.

With another force, the thin underwear was also torn apart, revealing the white skin like porcelain jade inside, and could not stop shivering a few times as soon as it came into contact with the icy air.

The few people present were all dumbfounded. The little man lying on the ground had messy hair spread on the ground, and a few strands of hair were wet with blood and sweat, sticking to his face and neck.

The delicate chin is slightly raised, and then there is the small collarbone that is deeply sunken, and there is an extremely ambiguous bite mark on the collarbone...

Seriously, it's captivating and captivating.

They have never seen a person with such delicate skin, and they are afraid that they will turn blue and purple if they are lightly pinched or squeezed.

The sinful hand stretched out tremblingly, but before it touched the skin, the little man suddenly began to cough violently again.

He seemed to be in great pain, his upper body tilted slightly, and his cough became more and more severe, as if he was about to cough up all his internal organs, and then he suddenly spit out a big mouthful of blood.

The smell of blood spread instantly, part of the red dripped onto the smooth little body, and the rest splashed onto the face of the person next to him.

After spitting out blood, the little man fell limply back to the ground, his eyes slightly open, like a broken doll that has lost consciousness.

"Brother, what, what should we do? He's not going to die, is he?"

Those hooligans were a little frightened, they withdrew their hands one after another, and stood aside.

The leader of the hooligans wiped the blood from his face, and spit to the side, "What are you afraid of? It's better to die, and there is no proof of death!"

As he spoke, he leaned over and moved his dirty mouth close.

The little man lay down obediently, no longer struggling, his eyes didn't know where to look, and he didn't blink.

Suddenly, the noise of the crowd came from the street not far away, and the sound of footsteps came from the corner of the quiet street.

Those homeless ruffians were startled.

"Brother, you wait here first, let's go out and have a look."

After speaking, several people walked outside.

The leader also temporarily stopped his movements and looked outside vigilantly.

The few people who went out to check disappeared in the darkness, and then there were the sound of fighting and a few mournful wailing, and then it returned to calm.

"Who? Who's there? Second and third, how are you doing? Are you all right?"

No one answered.

The leader of the hooligans sensed that something was wrong, hurriedly wrapped up the little man on the ground, carried it on his shoulder, turned around and was about to run away.

There was only a swoosh, and a feathered arrow flew from behind, piercing straight into the hooligan's calf, piercing through, and blood spilled on the ground.

The hooligan was in pain, and he staggered and fell forward, and the little man on his shoulder was also thrown out immediately.

The little man didn't land on the ground, a black shadow flashed in the air, and he was embraced by a tall figure.

That figure was hidden in the darkness, and his face could not be seen clearly, but he could feel the chill emanating from his body, which was colder and raging than the cold wind in this winter night.

The injured hooligan lay on the ground, hugging his calf, lost his voice in pain, and could only roll all over the floor.

A light came from the corner of the alley, and then a group of guards holding torches came in neatly. The guard walking in the front held a bow and arrow in his hand, was dressed in black, expressionless, and sharp-eyed.

Cheng Feng walked up to the hooligan with a bow and arrow, bent down and pulled out the feathered arrow. The hooligan twitched in pain, and the feathered arrow pierced through his other calf.

"Master, how to deal with this person?"

The dark figure finally moved and stood under the flames.The little man had already been tightly wrapped in his robe, hugging him on his chest.

Pei Zheng's face was gloomy and terrifying.

"Bring back."