Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 244

[Chapter 244]

Ding Hao felt like he was walking in the scene of a previous life costume drama, and suddenly had the illusion of traveling through time and space.

Walking in the crowd, Ding Hao’s dusty temperament and the steed of a white horse attracted a lot of attention.

“Old man, have a bowl of noodles.” Ding Hao chose a slightly clean food stall, tied the [Snowland Lion and Dragon Beast] to the horse stake, and extended his hand to greet the boss.

The owners of the stall are a white-haired elderly couple in their sixties. The old grandfather has a slightly hunchbacked back, but he is energetic and ruddy. , Obviously not a rich family, but his expression is extremely satisfied, the old grandfather wipes the sweat of the old woman from time to time, envy others.

The stall was surrounded by a strong aroma, and there were many customers. Ding Hao came here just following the aroma.

“Okay, young man, young man, your noodles are here.” The old man dragged a long voice and put a bowl of noodles with all the flavors and aromas in front of Ding Hao’s eyes. It was steaming hot. In such a snowy winter day, it instantly gave people kind of warmth.

Ding Hao sniffed, and his index finger moved abruptly. He was about to start immediately when suddenly, a sound of swallowing saliva came from beside him.

Turning his head to look, he saw a ragged child standing beside the stall, his big black eyes widened, staring straight at the bowl of noodles in front of Ding Hao, all his eyes were full of envy.

This little child is thin and obviously undernourished. He doesn’t know how many times he’s been wearing it. It’s just like a hundred knot clothes. Qing, who looked extremely pitiful, was obviously starving for a long time and looked a little dazed.

Beside the children stood five or six adults, all of whom looked malnourished, with yellow faces and thin skin, and tattered clothes, which were out of tune with the bustling and noisy atmosphere of the night market. When I came to the noodle stall with the aroma, I couldn’t help swallowing my saliva.

“Dad, I’m hungry…” a child whispered.

The voice was clear and sweet, like an Oriole in the empty valley. It was actually a girl, but she was unkempt, and because she was malnourished and did not develop, she looked like a boy.

The one who was called Dad was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his early thirties. He was about 1.8 meters tall, but he was extremely thin. With an embarrassed look on his face, he looked into his arms, and finally shook his head gloomily, touched the little girl’s forehead, and said, “Xue’er, be nice, bear with me, Dad will help you find something later. food……”

Saying that, I looked around for a while, and when I saw someone else had leftovers, I plucked up my courage to ask for some, but unfortunately every time I was scolded as a beggar, and some vendors looked at these people from afar, all of them were scolded. Wave them out of the way in disgust.

“Fuck, stinky beggars, you can’t find death for stealing Laozi’s things?”

A sturdy young warrior stood up and cursed, waving his hand to beat the little girl’s father a somersault, just because the middle-aged man wanted to give the little girl a little of the soup he had eaten.

The middle-aged man fell to the ground, knocking hard, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The other five or six companions hurriedly helped the middle-aged man up, angry and angry, but they dared not speak.

The little girl rushed to her father in a panic, the crystal tears streaming down tick by tick, and she cried out, “Dad, Daddy, Xueer is not hungry anymore, Xueer is not hungry at all…”

Seeing this scene, Ding Hao sighed in his heart.

In essence, the Endless Continent is an icy world where the strong prey on the weak. The prosperity of the night market cannot cover up the tragedy of the weak. No matter where you are, bullying will always happen. I don’t know why, Ding Hao was in a good mood. This scene was completely destroyed.

“Fuck, I moved my things, I just want to go like this, stop and give me money!” The young warrior was aggressive and ferocious, but because of the little leftover soup in the bottom of the bowl, the lion opened his mouth and asked for the little girl’s Dad pays ten taels of silver.

“I… I have no money, sir, I don’t dare any more…” The middle-aged man shivered in fright.

“No money? What are you carrying in your arms?” The young warrior smiled maliciously and grabbed the middle-aged man’s arms. The middle-aged man did not understand martial arts, how to dodge it? He was caught and faced, only to hear a stinging sound, the worn clothes were torn, and a few snow-white silver ingots rolled out.

“No, no, this is the life-saving money we collected in our village. We will use it to hire guardian warriors…” The middle-aged man seemed to be crazy, and rushed over to take the money back. Several other companions did so. Shi was also in a hurry, and rushed over without hesitation, surrounding the young warriors in the middle.

“Haha, country bumpkins, why do you want to win with more?” The young warrior sneered and patted the table.

Hurala!

A dozen or so strong men with big arms and round waists stood next to them. They were dressed as warriors, carrying weapons on their bodies, with grim expressions and sturdy aura. At first glance, they seemed to have killed wandering warriors who had seen blood. They all sneered, calling seven or eight beggars. The same peasants were in the middle.

“You…I…” The middle-aged group was frightened and begged bitterly: “Masters, do well, this silver is really life-saving money, the guardian warrior in our village is missing, we Use it to re-employ guardian warriors, without guardian warriors, hundreds of people in the village will not be able to survive this winter!”

“I care if the people in your village live or die? If you move Lao Tzu’s things, you will have to lose money. Don’t be fucking long-winded. Otherwise, even if Lao Tzu kills you, it will be as easy as killing a dog.” The young warrior grinned, not at all The slightest sympathy.

The eyes of the middle-aged group are full of despair.

Ding Hao sighed, sat on the spot and beckoned gently, an invisible force poured out.

The young warrior only felt a sudden lightness in his hand, and the silver he was holding flew out of his hand uncontrollably, turning into a string of silver streamers, and submerging into Ding Hao’s hands three or four meters away.

“If you have to spare people and spare them, why do you have to kill them all?” Ding Hao put the silver on the table in front of him, and said without turning his head.

“You fucking… little bastard, what kind of thing are you, you dare to care about my [Ben Lei Jian] Wen Xin?” The young warrior was furious and reported his name, as if it was in this small area Fame, otherwise it wouldn’t make the surrounding audience take a breath of air.