Chapter 23 (1/2)

Translator: Larbre Studio  Editor: Larbre Studio

The little girl was, of course, Little Qiu.

Every time Uncle Mu went out to fish, Little Qiu would head over to the pier to wait for Uncle Mu after she getting out of school in the evening. Uncle Mu would always grandly fish out some copper coins to give to the gluttonous Little Qiu. Each time, the wind would carry the merry sound of the jingling of coins to their ears. This was probably the happiest time of the day for the grandfather and granddaughter.

But this time, the purest happiness was turned into a tragic scene due to cruelty and violence.

“Oho, here comes a little brat. Excellent timing!”

The black robed teen grabbed Little Qiu by the scruff of her neck, easily picking her up into the air. With an evil smile, he looked towards Uncle Mu. “You damned old man, let’s see how stubborn you can be.” With those words spoken, he tossed Little Qiu up into the air with a wave of his arm.

“Little Qiu, don’t move, Grandpa is fine! Grandpa still has you!” Uncle Mu shouted.

Little Qiu nodded vigorously and pursed her lips. The wind blew her short hair all over the place.

As she was about to fall to the ground, the black robed teen reached out with his hand and easily grabbed on to Little Qiu once again. “Old man, if you still don’t kowtow, I won’t be sure that I can catch her the next time.”

Uncle Mu’s straight neck finally bent as he clawed his way back to his feet.

Little Qiu wailed, “Grandpa, no! No, Grandpa! I hate them! I, I will…”

“Little Qiu be quiet, Grandpa is alright!” Uncle Mu glared angrily at Little Qiu.

“What are you bloody waiting for!”

The black robed teen roared furiously, raising his hand and tossing Little Qiu up into the air again. With a thud, Uncle Mu’s shaky knees finally fell heavily down to the stone ground.

The black robed teen threw his head back and laughed. But before he finished laughing, something flash above his head. Before Little Qiu could finish ascending into the air, she was snatched out of the air by a black figure.

When the dark blur finally came to a stop, the black robed teen finally saw that it was a skinny young man with a scraggly beard.

The young man landed right next to Uncle Mu. With one hand holding on to the red faced little girl, he helped the old man to his feet with his other hand. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the blood from the old man’s face, before finally saying, “Uncle Mu, I’m sorry I’m late!”

Uncle Mu opened his mouth, but was overcome by a violent coughing fit. The young man helped him over to take a seat, patting the old man on his back to ease his coughing.

The little girl in his arms wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and said with her tiny mouth, “Uncle Beardo, hurry and take Grandpa away from here!”

Without question, the young man was Xu Yi.

With his keen senses, he saw the crowd as he was walking to the pier. After a few more steps the cries of Little Qiu reached his ears. Looking closely, he then saw Little Qiu being tossed high into the air. The shock nearly caused his soul to leave his body.

Kicking off the ground hard and shattering the cobblestone beneath his feet, his body moved like a blur, crossing dozens of meters in the blink of an eye. He managed to catch Little Qiu just in the nick of time.

The moment he landed, he saw Uncle Mu’s state, and the image was like a knife to his heart.

To him, Uncle Mu was his saviour. Xu Yi had never said his thanks because he knew that this debt was not something that could be repaid by mere words.

In these few days, although he was a guest to the Mu family, the sense of closeness that they had between them gave him the feeling of home.

Uncle Mu and Little Qiu were naturally his family now.

Seeing Uncle Mu and Little Qiu being tormented this way, Xu Yi’s face might have looked expressionless, but hatred was boiling in his heart.