Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Three months later.

Qingquan Temple.

After the morning bell rang, the day at Qingquan Temple officially began.The gate of the temple was wide open, and the monks came out to clean the fallen leaves on the steps.After a while, a thin figure in a long blue gown came out from inside, clasped his hands together and nodded to the two monks sweeping the floor: "Good morning, master."

"Is Mr. Bai going out?"

"Well, I'm leaving Yicheng tomorrow, and I'm going to visit my family's grave today." The person who spoke was Qing Huan, who had lived in Qingquan Temple for three months.

When he returned home that day, he found that the alley of Bai's house had almost collapsed, and all he found was the body of his old family. After burying his old family, he had nowhere to go.Fortunately, the abbot of Qingquan Temple had some friendship with the Bai family before, so he temporarily lived in the temple.But living in the temple is not a long-term solution after all, and Qing Huan is inconvenient in Yicheng now-he doesn't know why the old wound on his face suddenly disappeared. The elders... Qing Huan then decided to go far away, since here he has nothing to worry about.

"Then Mr. Bai, go slowly."

Qing Huan walked down the mountain - he would never have thought that he would never come back after he left.

He descended the hill, lowered his hat, and tightened the scarf around his nose.

Although March has passed, the trauma of the earthquake still hasn't healed, and many houses in the whole city are still under reconstruction.There are still many homeless people sleeping on the street. These people are old and young, men and women, and the situation is quite miserable-Qing Huan is a little sad, and he almost became one of them.

"The rice is being robbed! The rice is being robbed!!" A voice suddenly shouted from the front. It seemed that a rice shop had been robbed of rice. There was a lot of noise, and there was also the sound of the police siren. Some people were chasing and others were running. When they heard the gunshots, everyone on the street covered their ears and hid aside, Qing Huan was no exception.

A few people in ragged clothes stumbled over, followed by a policeman in black uniform and a guy from the rice shop——

"Why are you running? Stop for me!!!" The policeman held a gun in his hand: "If you don't stop, I will shoot! Stop!"

The few people who were running were still running, holding the bag of millet tightly in their arms. Those policemen were not just threatening——Qing Huan watched helplessly as a man was shot and fell to the ground with his head on the ground. blood flowed all over the place--

When the only woman was running, she was holding rice and protecting her belly, she seemed to be a pregnant woman... She looked back at the man who was beaten down, her expression became more frightened, but she didn't stop - the onlookers hurriedly dispersed , fearing that she would be affected... The woman's physical strength was gradually exhausted, and she begged others for help with pleading eyes, but no one would help her——

Qing Huan stared at her in a daze, their eyes met, the woman came towards Qing Huan, Qing Huan should have avoided it, but he saw one of the policemen raising his gun and aiming towards her...

This is just a woman with no strength to restrain a chicken, and she is still pregnant...

The body instinctively stepped forward to protect the woman——

"Bang—" the gunshot rang out.

Qing Huan could feel the foreign body entering the arm at an extremely fast speed. At first it was cold, and then it was pain...

"Click!" The bullet that pierced through the arm fell to the ground, and blood gushed out from Qing Huan's arm at the same time...

The pregnant woman who was protected by Qing Huan was frightened, she panicked and grabbed Qing Huan's hand: "You, are you okay..."

Qing Huan covered his wound, the pain made him kneel down.

"Damn it!" The policeman who shot came over aggressively.

And at this moment-

"What happened here?"

With a deep and majestic voice, an army came with neat steps——

It was him... Qing Huan caught sight of the person riding the black horse in front.

"Young Superintendent!" The policemen rushed up to greet them, and then explained the rice robbery incident with embellishment.

"So," the Young Overseer cast a cold look, "You just shot and killed him?"

"Young Overseer, we have no other choice..."

The young warlord turned his attention to Qing Huan, "The two of them are just grabbing rice?"

"That woman is, that man is a nosy..."

The Young Overseer jumped off his horse, and before everyone could react, he kicked the policeman who was talking to him just now with his riding boots, kicking him to the ground. Looking at his distorted face, Look, that strength is not ordinary...

"Does the police station's regulations say that you shoot and kill people at random? You trash, have the money allocated for your reconstruction been used for dry food? If you don't manage the law and order, you will use a gun. Believe it or not, I will shoot you." Did you?" The cold tone was very scary.

"Young Overseer, spare me!" Not only the policemen who were kicked over by the Young Overseer, but also the rest of the policemen knelt on the ground begging for mercy, looking very wretched, "We dare not do it again!"

"Which hand fired the gun just now?" The Young Overseer's expression was terribly gloomy.

Seeing the movement of the young warlord drawing his gun, the policeman stretched out his right hand tremblingly, "This, this..."

Before the words fell, there was a gunshot, and then the policeman howled and rolled over with his bloody right hand...

"You deal with the rest." After the young warlord's subordinates finished speaking, they strode towards Qing Huan.

Qing Huan had just witnessed the scene where he destroyed the staff with a single shot, and quickly looked away when he saw him approaching.

"How is it?" said a cold voice.

The pregnant woman went through this reversal and desperately kowtowed to the young warlord: "Young warlord Xie is the master, and the young warlord Xie is the master!"

"If you don't have rice, go to the Civil Affairs Office to register, and rice noodles will be distributed. Forget it this time, let's not make an example."

"Young Inspector Xie, Inspector Xie Shao..."

Qing Huan thought: Although people are cruel sometimes, they also have a good side...

The young warlord suddenly squatted down and looked at Qing Huan who had been avoiding his gaze: "Are you injured?"

"It's okay...it's just a small injury..."

"Let me take a look." The young governor couldn't help but pull Qing Huan's arm, the blood had froze at some point——

"You're lucky enough, it's just a scratch." In a casual tone.

"I clearly..." Qing Huan raised his head to explain that his arm was pierced by a bullet, but the hat fell off, revealing a delicate and soft face. He was startled, and hurriedly fished the hat back and put it on, while standing up : "I'm fine, Young Master Xie is concerned."

Suddenly, the young governor grabbed his arm, and he stood up, a head taller than Qing Huan: "Wait, when did we meet?"

"Yes, yes?" Qing Huan stammered a little: "I can't remember, did the Young Overseer remember it wrong? I'm just a commoner..."

"No." The young warlord stared at Qing Huan with deep and dark eyes: "I'm sure, where have we met..."

"I said I haven't seen it." Qing Huan wanted to break free from his hand and leave the place of right and wrong quickly.

"You are in such a hurry to leave, you must have done something wrong?" The young warlord frowned.

"I, I just have something urgent to do..." Qing Huan gritted her teeth and said, "The Young Overseer is busy with affairs, and I'm just a small person. Why should the Young Overseer hold me?"

The Young Overseer narrowed his eyes.

At this time, the adjutant hurried over, stood at attention and saluted, and said: "Young Overseer, we have almost recruited people. Compared with the original plan, there is only one person missing."

This time they came out precisely for conscription.

Yes, yes, you are so busy, just leave me alone... Qing Huan cursed.

The Young Overseer frowned, then set his eyes on Qing Huan who had kept his head down, and the corners of his lips were curled up: "No, it's all set."

Before Qing Huan realized what was going on, he was dragged by the young warlord and pushed onto the adjutant: "Take him away, let the doctor clean the wound first."

What does it mean? ? ? ?

Qing Huan widened her clear eyes, and didn't realize that she was "requisitioned" until she was carried away by the adjutant and another soldier...