C3 (1/2)

The little beggar ran with all his might, but for some reason, he had regained his strength. No one had ever begged him to do anything, and they didn't even want to look at him.

But today, someone entrusted an item to him.

He did not care what it was. All he wanted was for it to be there when someone else came looking for it.

He wanted to prove that he was not a born beggar.

Normally, people would choose to hide in the corners of alleys and alleys to hide in. However, the little beggar was not one of them. He was like a headless fly, running back and forth on the streets, then sneaking into alleys and then emerging from other alleys.

Only he knew why.

After running for nearly two hours, he was so tired that his head was covered in sweat. Finally, he could not hold on and found a pile of withered grass in a dark alley. He leaned against it and fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly felt warmth seeping into his body from his feet. He opened his eyes vigilantly and touched the sesame seed cake on his waist. Realizing that it had not been stolen, he looked in front of him with suspicion.

In front of him was a masked man with white hair squatting down. He was dressed in green clothes and his hands were gripping his ankles. His eyes were like those of a hungry wolf staring at the sesame seed cakes on his waist. The little beggar subconsciously retracted his legs and said in surprise, ”Who are you? What are you doing? ”

The masked man said, ”You know what I'm going to do.” As he spoke, he continued to stare at the piece of sesame seed cake.

The little beggar said, ”The sesame seed cake isn't mine! I can't give it to you! ”

The masked man said: ”Such a young age, full of nonsense! Forget it, it's fine if you don't want the sesame seed cake. You have to use something else to exchange for it. ”

The little beggar was now completely awake. It was unknown if it was because he had run too long last night or because he had frostbite, but his calves were aching. He slowly stood up and patted the snow on his butt before saying, ”Are you not a foolish bandit? I'm called Little Flower, what can I give you? ” As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately took big steps, wanting to escape.

If he left the alley, it would take a long time to find him.

However, the little beggar felt that his body was light as a feather. He looked down and saw that his feet were a foot off the ground.

The masked man had expected this and picked him up. ”Want to run?” he asked with a smile.

The little beggar said, ”Why should I run?”

The masked man said, ”Give me the item, if you want to run, then run.”

The little beggar said, ”I don't want to run, and I don't have anything that you want. This was truly a strange story. There was actually someone who wanted something from a beggar! If I don't go to your house to beg for food, you can recite Amitabha! ”

The masked man said, ”You have two choices. The first is to give me what I want and leave with your sesame seed cake. The second is that I killed you and robbed you of your scones and what I wanted. ”

The little beggar girl said, ”I already said, this biscuit is not mine. Don't say 'your biscuit' again. You made me so hungry, yet I don't dare to eat it.” If it was my sesame seed cake, I would eat it! If I don't eat it now, it means that it really isn't my scones. ”You think so?”

The masked man was stunned by his words and said angrily: ”Smooth talker! I don't care if it's yours or not! Do you want to eat or not! ” Then he thought for a while and angrily said, ”Who asked you if this is your sesame seed cake? I'm asking you something? Are you sure you don't want to die? ” After he finished speaking, he suddenly took out a shiny weapon from his waist and held it against the little beggar's throat.

The weapon was only the size of a copper coin. It was thin and round with six corners around its body. It looked like a snowflake, but it emitted a faint cold light that was incomparably sharp!

Snowfall Nail!

The little beggar was so scared that his face turned white, but he held back his laughter and muttered: ”Even if you didn't ask, this isn't my sesame seed cake! I'm not wrong! Even if you want something, you have to tell me what it is, right? ”

The masked man said, ”Book! The book that old man gave you last night! ”