A big man bit his lip and cried without saying a word, feeling aggrieved, crying like a little girl, shaking his body in other pushes.

A weak shout from the man came from the thatched cottage behind him, "Miss Xiao Zhao? Miss Xiao Zhao? Are you still here?"

Xiao Zhao tightened his fingers on the door panel, but didn't look back, staring at the front.

Crying during a fight is the easiest way to be laughed at. Several other people soon discovered that there was a coward among them. They were fighting to the death just now, and they gathered together and pushed the crying man to the ground.

"Crying, it's useless. Get back to your mother's arms to drink milk, coward!"

The man sat on the ground motionless, his long hair was disguised, covering his face.

"I have never seen anyone who is so cried. I burst into tears after a few pushes. It is said that a man is more delicate than the pickled tofu made by my mother."

"Silly, what a pampering thing? I look like a girl. No wonder your mother doesn't want you. She dresses like a little beggar, is ugly, and looks like a girl. If I were your mother, I wouldn't want you!"

"Maybe it's just a motherless person, an angry boy, an ugly guy."

The sitting person suddenly jumped up from the ground and knocked down the person who said he was not a mother. He grabbed his neck with both hands. Seeing this, the other people hurried forward and beat and kicked him, but he just refused to let go. The person who was strangled by him turned red and his eyes gradually rolled up.

Looking from Xiao Zhao's direction, you can only see his cold side face, and the hatred and murderous aura in his eyes.

How could he stay here? It would be a death to kill someone. Xiao Zhao rushed out in an instant, and took out a silver needle with his fingertips. His hand was extremely fast. He knocked the people who besieged him to the ground in just a few seconds, holding his arms or feet one by one, rolling in pain.

"Shao Yan! If you let go, you will kill him!" Xiao Zhao grabbed his arm and found that the muscles on his arm were as tight as his face, tightly tense, as hard as a piece of iron, and could not be beaten no matter how hard it was.

"Did you hear me speak? Shao Yan! Your Highness! Fifteenth!" After shouting a few times, Xiao Zhao's eyes fell. The man had fainted, his face gradually became blue and purple, and his eyes were glaring out of his eyes. If this continues, his life will be tortured.

Shao Yan has now lost his consciousness, his body is getting hot, and every vein is venting energy. She dares not do too much trouble. She only takes the needle after seeing the right place, for fear that someone will come over, so she dares not slow down.

When the silver needle was retracted, he was also deflated and fell to the side, his eyes staring forward blankly. The tears on his face were not gone, and he looked aggrieved and pitiful.

"Get up!" Xiao Zhao pulled him up, and he remained motionless, with a stone embedded in the ground.

The people around were still rolling and wailing, and the one who was pinched to death was still fainting. Xiao Zhao gritted his teeth and leaned closer to his ear, "At up, I will take you to find your mother. If you don't get up, you will never see her in your life."

His eyes moved, and he met her eyes. After a while, the arm she held loosened a little, and he was willing to move.

Xiao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. While no one came over, he quickly dragged him back to the yard where no one lived and closed the door tightly. She was so tired that she almost collapsed on the ground. In the cottage not far away, the man was still gasping.

"You tell me, what's wrong with you!" Xiao Zhao got up, knelt beside Shao Yan, and reached out to pat his face hard.

Perhaps the only one in this world would be so bold that she dared to slap King Yu in the face again and again, and she still lived intact after the blow.

Shao Yan looked at her without blinking, and tears suddenly appeared in his eyes, but he bit his lips tightly and blinked his eyes desperately, not wanting to let the tears flow out, but the tears flooded too quickly and soaked his cheeks all at once. Through his eyes, he could see his purity and flawlessness, as well as the deep sadness and sorrow hidden.

Seeing his appearance, she could not help but frown. She was shocked and was still at a loss.

Chen Biyue has known Shao Yan for so long and has seen him as hard, cruel, rampant, ruthless, ridiculous, moody, all of which are his hard iron shells. She has never had such a fragile side. Even the nine-year-old look I saw not long ago, she is still a very young adult.

"Miss Xiao Zhao? Are you still here?" The man in the thatched cottage stopped for a while, and with the strength, he started looking for Xiao Zhao again.

Chen Biyue didn't care about the one who was still crying and shouted to the other side, "I'm still here."

"Miss Xiao Zhao, I look like this today, which makes you laugh..." Men have dignity after all, and they always feel that squatting in front of the little girl is still such a long and embarrassing pit, which is very shameful, "You go first, don't worry about me."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you. You won't be able to get better like this for a while. I'll help you stay outside, and you'll just go."

The man still felt embarrassed and continued to squat silently. The familiar rolling and colic in his stomach hit again, and he had no intention of talking again.

Chen Biyue sat cross-legged, and her cold eyes fell back to Shao Yan, "Stop crying, your mother really doesn't want you anymore."

This person is definitely not Shao Yan, who she is familiar with. Don’t think about it. He is sick again, but I don’t know what the situation is going on this time.

Shao Yan blinked, then wiped his tears with his sleeves, and his lips were pursed tightly. He had realized that someone was next to him, and he was so embarrassed just now, and now he was even more embarrassed.

"Tell my sister, how old are you?" Chen Biyue said softly to coax him.

Shao Yan began to glar at her. Chen Biyue looked at him like this and guessed in her heart that this time it was probably worse than nine years old.

"Where is this?" He sat up, a little absent-minded.

"You've been fighting with people, don't know where this is?"

"Fight?" He thought for a while, then shook his head, "I don't fight with people, my father... my father doesn't like it, my elder brother said that it's stupid."

Chen Biyue: "..."

"Then what were you doing just now?"

"They fought, I tried to persuade them to fight, but I didn't hit anyone."

Chen Biyue was speechless. He didn't hit someone, but was beaten. Then he almost strangled the person to death when he was angry. He did not hit someone from beginning to end.

"Who are you?" His body shrank back, his dark eyes full of vigilance.

"Your benefactor."

"I didn't ask you to save me."

Her age has changed, and her awkward temperament has not changed. She used to think it was formed after birth, but now it seems that it was probably a result of the womb being beaten.

"Whether you want it or not, it is true that I saved you, and it is also true that you are your benefactor."

"Why do you want to help me? I don't need you to help me." His face was pale, his nose turned red and his eyes were red. To be honest, this expression was very cute when it appeared on the face of a child, but it was very strange on the face of a big man.

"Where did you come from? Why did you get together with them?" Chen Biyue asked him.

Shao Yan didn't speak, his eyes looked at other ground, and his hands were tightly wrapped around his knees. Perhaps because he was pretty, his eyebrows and eyes were inadvertently grieved, and his cheeks were covered with tears. These were already heartbreaking enough, but he was posing in this position again, which was an action that only happened when a person felt lonely and sad enough to be uncontrollable.

Her heart trembled slightly, and she felt a little pitiful.

"I'm asking you." Her voice suddenly became lighter, as soft as a ball of cotton.

Shao Yan raised his eyes, his eyes were still wet, but the expression on his face became restrained early. He sniffed gently and tried to say in a calm tone: "I don't know where this place is. I was here when I woke up. Do you know where this place is?"

"You really can't remember anything?"

"I can't remember, what does it mean?"

Chen Biyue was quiet for a while, thinking that this time it should be the same as last time. He couldn't hold on for too long, and it was useless to say too much, so he casually used a street corner to make excuses, "You and I know... the child is very similar, I recognized the wrong person."

"Acknowledge the wrong person?"

"Yes, I admit my mistake, but I can't stay here for a long time. You can wait here first. I'll do something and come back soon. Don't run around. Those who have been beaten by you may still be looking for you outside." Chen Biyue originally wanted to touch his head, but in front of his normal man's body and his dark eyes that seemed to see through the hearts, she could not do anything, so she shrank her hand back.

"Aren't those people beaten by you?"

Chen Biyue's step was about to take a sudden pause.

"My eyes are not blind, my ears are not deaf, and you are not stupid, so you did not recognize the wrong person. You know me, you came for me, who are you?"

Chen Biyue turned around, squatted in front of him, and looked up at him. Even if he was sitting, he was taller than hers.

"How did you see it?"

Shao Yan stretched out his finger and gently touched her eyes, "Here, I can talk."

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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