When the city gate was about to be around, Xiaoye shouted to stop.

"Siyu, is that okay to tell you something?" Xiaoye had already expected that if he said that he could not enter the city, Siyu would definitely make jokes, but now there is nothing he can do about it.

It's time to verify whether your plan can succeed.

"Xiaoye, hurry up and leave. The wealthy family has been waiting outside the city for a long time." Siyu stopped.

Before Xiaoye could explain, Yuese was not gentle and spoke: "I remember that Xiaoye had a mission that had not been completed yet, and all the entrances and exits of the city were restricted."

"What's going on with restricted entry and exit from the city gate? Xiaoye, how did you come in?" Siyu asked curiously.

"Last time I came in climbing the city wall." Xiaoye didn't dare to say that he was caught in the prison by the city guards when he climbed the city wall.

"Then you're going to crawl out this time," Siyu said naturally.

"The danger factor of climbing the city wall is too high, it's not easy to take risks. If I get caught, wouldn't it be, huh, you know."

"Then what can you do? If you can't go, just stay in the city with Yuese. I'll take Hong Ling there." Siyu said as she received a message from the wealthy family, and the other side was urging again.

"Actually, this method is quite simple. You just need to take this pot out." Xiaoye said and took out the demon refining pot and handed it to Siyu.

Siyu didn't care much at first, but when she saw that the demon refining pot was actually a magical weapon, her eyes were almost straightened.

There are people coming and going on the streets, and it is estimated that it is possible to drool.

"Sister Siyu, what are you looking at? You're almost drooling." Yuese was curious and took the demon-refining pot handed over by Siyu, and was also stunned.

Although "Miracle" has been in operation for nearly two years and has produced many magical artifacts, no ordinary people have the opportunity to see these flat-headed people. Today, they not only saw them, but also touched them.

If the artifact can be robbed, Siyu will rob Xiaoye without hesitation.

"What a pity, I have already recognized my master, otherwise," Siyu nagged in a low voice, making Xiaoye sweat coldly.

"Get in, what are you waiting for?" Siyu said immediately.

Xiaoye looked at the crowded streets. Isn’t it good to disappear so silly?

"Siyu, I'll disappear after finding a remote place. Will so many people be too arrogant? Is it good to find a remote place?"

"Seeing that you are so pitiful, then find a remote place." As the two of them said that, they walked towards the bluestone road. There were fewer people there, and those who disappeared would be more low-key.

The moonlight was not gentle, but did not pass, but hugged Hong Ling, who was short on her upper half, and went out of the city. It was estimated that the wealthy family was already anxious.

Yuesai Buluo and Hong Ling just walked out of Chenwai and saw the wealthy family walking back and forth outside the city. It seemed that they were anxious to wait.

"Didn't Siyu follow me?" The wealthy family looked at the soft moon behind the scenes and confirmed that Siyu had never followed me.

"Oh, Sister Siyu and Xiaoye have something to do, so I'll come here later." Yuese Bugenule didn't notice the unhappy expression flashing on the face of the wealthy family when they heard this.

"Let's go first." The wealthy family said coldly.

'Don't wait for Sister Siyu?" Hong Ling still looked like a child.

The wealthy family seemed to have not heard this, and they walked forward with their own caress. They didn't know how many times had they cursed Xiaoye.

Speaking of Xiaoye, just as he walked to a remote area, he saw a beggar there, with no clothes on his body, messy hair, and squinted his eyes. It was probably because the sun was good today, so he looked enjoyable. He reached into his ragged clothes and rubbed his hands constantly. I don’t know if he was catching lice or rubbing the dirt on his body. There were several copper plates in the broken porcelain bowl in front of him. I don’t know if he put it in as a guide.

"It's so disgusting. Xiaoye, hurry up and leave early." Seeing the beggar's sloppy appearance, Siyujin kept covering his nose, although Xiaoye didn't smell any bad smell, although there was still a long distance between them.

"Well, can Siyu lend me ten gold coins first?" Xiaoye's attention was always on the beggar, so he didn't look at Siyu when he borrowed money.

"What do you want to do? You don't want to give money to this beggar, right? I advise you to leave it alone. Players have tried it a long time ago. No hidden tasks will be hidden if you give you tens of thousands or tens of thousands. Don't think about it." Siyu looked like a great god, as if teaching a rookie in the game.

"I'm not doing a mission, I just want to help him." Xiaoye looked at the beggar at the base of the wall and suddenly fell into the quagmire of memory.

I can't remember when it was. The only remaining memory is that in the middle of the night, snowflakes were floating, and I was curled up in the corner of the wall.

Why did you dare not return to your master that day? Most of the memory has blurred, because you didn’t steal enough money? Xiaoye couldn’t remember it.

A layer of snowflakes was covered with his body, falling on his shoulders, and on his neck without any clothing. The snow had already passed his ankles, and his feet had lost consciousness due to the cold.

I buried my head deeply in my knees, as if this could increase a little warmth, as if this could block the cold outside of the outside world. Perhaps this would be the warmth of my relatives' arms.

The sound of footsteps coming and going in my ears. Even the cold in the middle of the night cannot hinder people's fanatical nightlife. I wished that someone could stop by themselves, gently hold their shoulders, and ask for a concern.

There were endless sounds of footsteps in my ears, but no pair of footsteps were stopped.

No one can give yourself a little warmth.

"Look, there is a beggar over there." There was a drunken voice floating in the distance.

Then there was a messy footsteps, and Xiaoye felt a sense of horror. For him, who was still a child, everything around him was the source of fear.

Xiaoye tried his best to bury his whole body into his knees and into a warm world where no one was alone.

A heavy blow to the side of his ribs, and Xiaoye's tears instantly flowed down. Xiaoye didn't dare to look up and didn't see those who had destroyed their conscience like a ferocious spirit.

The fist fell like raindrops, Xiaoye pursed his lips vigorously, and a trace of blood flowed down his lips. His body had fallen heavily, leaving a clear mark on the snow.

The group of people had already walked away, and Xiaoye was still burying his head in his knees, motionless.

In the sky, the snow was still falling; on the ground, the boy was crying silently, and there were endless steps in front of him, but no one was willing to stay for him for a moment.

The night dizzys the whole world, and the cold snow is the silent man of the whole world.

The darkness of the world is not the arrogance of bad people, but the indifference of good people. This is a sentence that the master has always emphasized to himself. This sentence has always echoed in his ears when Xiaoye gradually fell into a coma.

When Xiaoye woke up, he was in a dilapidated house. In the middle of the house was a burning stove. A piece of rusty iron sheet led the smoke out of the house. The whole house could not cover the snow outside. The cold wind suddenly poured in from the cracks in the walls in all directions, whistling inside the house, and then took away the only trace of heat without mercy.

There was a dim yellow lamp hanging on the roof, and the weak and sickly radiated light.

Xiaoye felt a burst of pain on his body. The pain made Xiaoye burst into tears in an instant, and he was still alive.

"Child, you're awake."

It was an old man with wrinkles covering his entire face without a trace of moisture. It seemed to be poplar euphratica that had been dried in the desert for thousands of years, and his eyes were turbid, like a rough glass ball.

He was just wearing a shabby coat that kept warm, full of holes, revealing the black cotton pulp inside.

He is a beggar, a beggar who saved himself when everyone was indifferent.

All memories come to an abrupt end.

"Siyu, would you please lend me some gold coins? I will return it to you." Xiaoye still couldn't completely get rid of the memories, his eyes were dull and his soul was wandering outside.

Siyu didn't know why, but suddenly felt that the boy beside her who often smiled on her face would show such sadness now, as if all the smiles in the past could be disguised. At this moment, all the suppressed sadness found a breakthrough, rushing out one after another, almost burying the entire world.

Siyu originally wanted to ask why, but she didn't know where to speak for a while.

Sometimes, all sadness can only be endured by one person and cannot be replaced by others.

Siyu pulled Xiaoye's hand, put his wallet in his palm, and closed his palm heavily.

Xiaoye just turned his head, his eyes filled with unconcealed sadness, and he looked at Siyu silently, expressing his gratitude.

"It only takes ten gold coins, that's enough." Xiaoye gently took out ten gold coins from his wallet and handed the wallet back. Siyu wanted to refuse, but looking at Xiaoye's firm eyes, she knew how pale and powerless she would refuse.

Xiaoye walked towards the beggar slowly and firmly with ten gold coins in his hand.

The kindness I had been in return a few years ago was beyond repaid, so doing so would have relieved a regret in my heart.

The gold coins touched the bottom of the porcelain bowl and made a crisp sound, echoing in this slightly lonely street corner.

The beggar just opened his eyes slightly, and then closed it lazily after the moment of joy. It was just ten gold coins, disturbing his pleasure in the sun.

This is a society that abandons gratitude.

Xiaoye returned to Siyu's side and said, "Let's go."

The body disappeared in place, leaving only a demon-refining pot in Siyu's hands. ~
Chapter completed!