The slowest runner had just arrived not far in front of Li Luo. His little face was dirty, and his nose and tears were mixed with mud on his face. He was actually a pretty and handsome little girl, but at this moment, his face was completely shrouded in fear.

He ran forward with all his strength.

The streets were uneven and full of potholes. The little girl's feet stumbled and she fell straight down, making a crisp sound.

The girl cried loudly, rolled out half a steamed bun from her arms, and smashed it on the ground with a thud, which was as hard as a small stone.

The fall was so heavy that the little girl couldn't get up for a while. She desperately crawled forward a few steps with her hands on the ground. She stretched out her hand to reach the half steamed bun that had rolled away. She was in a hurry, fear, and a little desperate.

"Run, let you run, let you run." The middle-aged woman chased after her, raised her feather duster and was about to hit her.

At this time, a slightly older boy who had run away came back with a frightened look on his face. He stood three steps away from the girl and looked at the middle-aged woman in fear. He wanted to step forward to protect the girl, but he couldn't.

I'm afraid of the middle-aged woman's feather duster, so I'm in a dilemma like this, so I don't feel guilty.

"Let you steal things, let you steal things." The middle-aged woman slapped the girl fiercely, her movements were loud at first, but she was much softer when she started, and her face was kind. But how could the girl feel this?

Already scared out of his wits, he covered his head with his hands and huddled up into a ball, shivering all over. A seven or eight-year-old child huddled up and looked only the size of a palm, which was particularly poignant to see.

The girl's fear was greater than the pain, so she cried out loudly: "Brother, save me."

The hesitant boy finally made up his mind, rushed over, protected the girl in his arms, and helped the girl up. The fall was too painful, and the girl limped a few steps.

, their little faces almost twisted together. The middle-aged woman was merciless to the boy, beating him hard several times and mumbling curses.

The boy endured the pain without saying a word, which was so stubborn that it was a bit unbearable. The two of them could not walk fast while holding the girl, and the middle-aged woman became more and more angry. The boy's gritted teeth and endured the expression made the middle-aged woman feel heartbroken and started to attack.

Even harder, the feather duster slapped on his body and made a slapping sound.

The two children staggered a few steps, and when they passed by half a steamed bun, the little girl endured the pain and reached out to pick it up. The middle-aged woman's feather duster hit the back of the girl's hand firmly, and it instantly became red and swollen.

The girl screamed in pain, burst into tears, and wanted to pick it up. The boy hurriedly dragged the girl away from here, stumbling and stumbling, but he couldn't get ahead of the middle-aged woman. He didn't know how many times he hit him, and even the middle-aged woman was beaten.

The young woman seemed a little tired, panting heavily, and kept yelling and cursing.

The two children ran and crawled. A few children who had run away hid behind the corner of the street and shouted loudly, asking the two to run faster. Unfortunately, the boy and the girl were young and weak, so they couldn't run even if they wanted to.

Extremely pitiful.

After a few more staggering steps, the girl panicked and stepped on a stone. Her small body tilted and she fell in front of Li Luo. This fall was not much lighter than before, and her forehead hit a piece.

The gravel was covered with blood, and the girl was convulsing and crying, but she couldn't get up. The boy wanted to beat the middle-aged woman when he saw her gesture, so he threw himself on the girl, using his thin body to protect his sister.

The middle-aged woman was obviously determined to teach these dirty street children a lesson. She raised the feather duster with all her strength and was about to hit the boy on the back. Li Luo frowned and raised his hand. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged woman

Suddenly, I felt that my hand suddenly lost strength, and the feather duster just landed gently on the boy's back, as gently as a loving mother returning home sweeping away the dust on her child.

The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, and was about to fight again. Suddenly, her eyes flashed, and Li Luo quietly stood in front of the boy and the girl, looking at the middle-aged woman indifferently.

The middle-aged woman was taken aback and shouted, "What are you going to do?"

"Mom, they are just children, please show mercy."

The middle-aged woman was startled and glanced at Li Luo. Her fierce eyes softened obviously. She looked at the two children hiding behind Li Luo and became furious. She gritted her teeth and cursed: "You damn little kid."

The beggars have stolen as much food from me as they come every two days. Humph, I don't think they have a long memory if they don't give them a good beating."

"It's certainly wrong for them to steal things, but you don't have to be so harsh. If you can have enough to eat, I don't think they will steal anything."

"You don't know. I see how pitiful they are. I used to give them food, but this is good. If I don't give it, I'll steal it. You think it's irritating or not. I'm not a rich man in the city, so how can I

It’s hard to even feed myself with whatever surplus food I have. It’s a shame that instead of stealing from others, they come to steal from my house. How can there be such white-eyed wolves? They deserve to be beaten to death!” The middle-aged woman was extremely angry and cursed non-stop.

Li Luo sighed secretly, turned around and asked, "Is that so?"

The boy raised his head and glanced at Li Luo. He was very stubborn. After being beaten so many times, he still had no intention of begging for mercy. When he heard Li Luo's question, he remained silent. It seemed that he acquiesced.

The little girl sobbed and whispered: "My aunt is kind-hearted. She beats us, but she doesn't beat us to death. We don't dare to go to other people's houses to steal food. A few days ago, Qiwa took a piece of sesame cake and was beaten to death by them."

Throw it to the big black dog in the backyard." After saying that, he got into the boy's arms and started crying.

The middle-aged woman was also stunned, her hand holding the feather duster dropped, she sighed, her nose was sore, and she cursed: "You have done evil, you have done evil, what is wrong with this world." She seemed to be thinking of her own situation, and she couldn't help but shed tears.

, the thought of teaching these children a lesson disappeared in an instant, and I just sighed that the world was unfair.

Li Luo's expression was as cold as before. He thought for a moment, took out a few pieces of broken silver from his arms, and said lightly: "I'll give you this little silver."

The middle-aged woman was stunned and looked at Li Luo in confusion.

"Calculate the money they need to pay for stealing my aunt's things."

The middle-aged woman opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. After a long while, she replied dully: "Forget it, it's just a few steamed buns, just treat them as if they were given without any money." After that, she turned around and walked back.

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Li Luo was startled, sighed sadly, turned around and pulled the boy and the girl up, put the broken silver in his hand into the older boy's hand, and whispered: "Go buy some food."

The boy was silent, with a deeply wary look on his face. He didn't say thank you, but he took the money into his hand unceremoniously. The girl looked at Li Luo, timidly said thank you, and then limped after saying so.

He turned around and picked up the half-dirty bun that fell on the ground.
Chapter completed!