Chapter 127 Blood Bun

In the early morning, Lu Chenjia woke up from the nightmare and saw his face.

The face that had become a little strange was so close to her, so she was a little bit sad and heartbroken, especially those eyes were no longer clean and translucent, and it seemed to be covered with some greasy dust.

With emotional indifference, she felt more and more disturbing.

"I go right away." She whispered her head down.

"You don't have to leave, I go." Prince Long Qing kneeled in front of her, murmured in pain and whispered, "I beg you to appear in front of me anymore, I really have been abolished, I have no future

I am not living in the WTO, nor did I expect Haotian to give me any adventure. I admit that I am greedy for life and fear of death. I have neither courage to face old people or things.

My mouse, I will miss the scenery when I am a tiger, but now I just want to eat carrion to live, living is better than anything. "

Lu Chenjia looked at the beggar kneeling in front of him, thinking about the perfect man who was once a perfect man.

But you don't need to live in the gap, you can obviously live better, at least you should live with me. "

The Prince Longqing lowered her head, and seemed to not want her fingers to touch her tangled greasy and dirty hair, trembling her voice and begging: "But I don’t want others to see that I am alive.

Seeing and hiding in the yin ditch, no one knows that it was once. "

Lu Chenga looked at the distance, and slowly stroked his cheeks slowly. The cheeks that were once familiar with strange and old -fashioned and still reluctant.

"Now that only you know that the former Longqing Prince of Longqing has forgotten him alive, then he is dead. In the dream, I have stabbed you with a sword. In fact, if I still have the ability to kill you, I will the same

Don't hesitate to stab you again, because I don't want to be the prince of Longqing anymore, I just want to live simply. "

After talking about this, Long Qing didn't return to the woods. At this time, the sky was bright. The morning light shines on the broken desert temple.

Stay for a long time, and was awakened by the hunger from the belly, and returned to the brick wall on his seat for a long time.

After touching it for a long time, it was still empty. He hid half of the steamed buns there, and half of the cabbage Xunzi soup was disappeared. Even the puppet who was regarded as a baby did not know where to go.

Long Qing looked back at those beggar companions in the broken temple and shouted angrily: "Who fucks dare to grab my steamed buns! Give me back! And my cricket? My puppet!"

He rushed to the two lips with oil stains, and his face was proud and disdainful.

When the opponent of the evil beggar, he was rolled over to the ground with pain and rolling.

There was a fierce cough sound in the broken temple. Long Qing kept coughing blood and painful. The beggars in the temple looked at his eyes without any sympathy and pity.

He wiped off the blood stains from the corner of his lips, withdrew with difficulty to his seat, buried his head between his knees and muttered in pain: "Back then, I was well-dressed and well-fed in the palace, and the scenery in Taoshan was endless. How could I care about half a steamed bun?

So what if I give it to you? You bunch of heartless bastards will never enter the palace to have snacks after bullying you for the rest of your life!"

Outside the ruined temple, Lu Chenjia covered his mouth tightly, his pale cheeks full of pain, and tears fell like dewdrops on flower petals. The long road from the wasteland to Chengjing, no matter how long Qing struggled in spirit and

He tortured her verbally, and no matter how hopeless and painful she was, she never cried until this moment.

Even though she was crying in pain, she still couldn't let go. After a while, she held the reins and left the ruined temple in despair, walking aimlessly into the distance. The snow horse behind her lowered its head, looking extremely sad.

Not long after she left, the fighting broke out again in the ruined temple. I don't know if it was because the beggars were displeased with this new beggar who was dirtier and smellier than themselves but always felt a little out of place, or because Long Qing was mumbling to himself.

The content in it angered some people, and it was a good beating.

A clear bloody mouth appeared on Long Qing's face. The blood washed away the dust covering his face, revealing the skin underneath that was as pure as jade. However, that perfect face was still ruined after all.

Long Qing touched his face, stared at the blood in his palm, suddenly laughed crazily, stretched out his right foot and tripped a beggar, then took out the broken bowl from his clothes and hit the beggar hard.

on the face.

The porcelain shard dug deeply into the beggar's cheek, and one piece went deep into the eye socket and suddenly appeared on the eyeball. Blood splattered everywhere. The scene was so horrifying that the ruined temple was filled with exclamations of surprise.

Long Qing then cut the beggar's throat with a broken bowl piece.

"Killing people!"

"Killing people!"

The beggars gathered around with the tools and shouted in fear, but no one dared to step forward to stop Long Qing's movements, because there was no emotion on Long Qing's face, and his dullness was particularly terrifying.

The beggar died after kicking his legs twice, but Long Qing still didn't stop and kept hitting him in the face with his fists. No matter how weak his fists were, they could hit him dozens or hundreds of times, but they could still kill a person.

His face was smashed into rags like cotton wool, and blood seeped out from the cotton wool, washing away the flat eyeballs that fell out of the eye sockets.

The indifferent emotion on Long Qing's face gradually melted with the beating, until his eyebrows gradually distorted, turning into a strange expression that seemed to be crying and laughing. There was no light or darkness in the dim eyes.

He sat on the body of the dead beggar and cried loudly: "The steamed buns are frozen and as hard as a bangzi. You have to soak the cabbage and bangzi soup to soften it before you can eat it. Don't you understand that the original soup becomes the original food? How can you just eat it like that?

What? Why do you have to follow me? You made me have no steamed buns to eat, who will give me steamed buns to eat in the future? "

His howling like a madman kept ringing in the ruined temple.

The timid beggars had already dispersed like frightened birds. The bold beggars who did not want to leave this rare shelter hid in the corner in fear. Looking at the terrifying madman, someone cried with a trembling voice: "

Don't worry, we drank the cabbage and bangzi soup, but we haven't eaten the steamed buns yet, they are too hard."

Long Qing looked blankly at the beggar who was speaking and asked, "Where is my steamed bun?"

The man pointed at the body of the beggar under him and said, "In his arms."

Long Qing explored the half of the hard buns from the beggar's body in the arms of the beggar. After seeing it for a long time, he suddenly dipped the steamed buns into the blood and asked, "Do you soake it if you dip some blood.

"?"

No one dared to answer his question in the broken temple. When the beggar watched him in the mouth of the steamed buns dipped in blood, it was even more cold, and then gave birth to some strange ideas.

Can you live better in this world of human blood?

It is just that they do n’t know that the lunatic dipped in the bloody buns in the broken temple is now a beggar, but it was the real prince before. Even if he became the prince of the beggar in the future, what is the meaning of?

Recently, Tuyang City, which is located in the most remote place in the northeast of the Datang Empire, the atmosphere seems extremely unusual. When the thousands of Xuanjia rebels from the desert, this kind of atmosphere is becoming more and more intense, even if it is far outside the city,

The wolves in Laoshan seem to be a little afraid of the atmosphere here, and no longer dare to dare to endure at night.

The reason for this is naturally related to the thousands of porchlodes. The military and civilians in the city faintly knew the news.

The general immediately explained, but the General's Mansion expressed silently. General Xia Hou said that the two vermicular doors have not opened for a long time.

Suddenly one day, the gate of the Town Army's General Mansion opened, and the military and civilians in the city knew that this means that a major event is about to happen. It is surprised who is worthy of the general treatment of General Xia Hou?

Under the gaze of countless eyes, a tattered carriage slowly entered Tuyang City.

Compared with the ruddy compartment that may be scattered at any time, the big dark horse Shen Jun who pulled the car was very tall, and the expression when he shook his head was very happy.

The ride, I can't help but be surprising. I wonder if the car is so extravagant to use this Malaysian car?

The window curtains were lifted. Ning Que in the carriage looked at a beggar under the wall of the city gate. I don't know what I thought of.

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The elder brother looked at him slightly and asked: "Why?"

Ning Que looked at the broken bowl in front of the beggar and said, "Because things from begging are always easy to be snatched, and the rice is not fragrant, compared with it, I would rather grab it."

Mo Shanshan didn't understand the logic of his words. After thinking about it for a moment, he said: "Is it more worthy of understanding and sympathy than a beggar?"

"This is the key to the problem."

Ning Que put down the curtains and looked at Mo Shanshan carefully: "Understanding and sympathy is a very cheap emotion. This world is always dangerous. If you want to survive, you must learn to reject these emotions.
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