Chapter 5: The Golden Book of Fandu (2) ()

"Get out!" Chu Tian was completely angry, pulled Qing'er behind him, and hit the scholar's wife's belly.

Only a second later, the scream of the scholar's wife gritting her teeth sounded in her ears: "Beggar is beating someone - see how I deal with you!"

She pinched Chu Tian's neck with both hands, and pressed down her nearly 200-pound body like a mountain.

"Madam, madam, stop beating, let the neighbors see what kind of morality?" Wu Xiucai wanted to pull it but didn't dare, so he stamped his feet in a hurry.

"I just want everyone to see how cheap these two little bastards are!" The scholar's wife and Chu Tian got out together.

Chu Tian was crushed to the cold and hard ground, his face and arms were covered with bloodstains. In the chaos, he bit the other party's fat neck.

"Help, the little beggar is killing people!" The scholar's wife screamed, like a crazy wild cat.

Chu Tian felt the pressure on his body relaxed a little. He heard the woman shouting and scolding "bad" and "beggars", and the accumulated anger finally burst out.

Whoever is born to be a lowly person, who is destined to be a beggar, and whoever decides that he should be inferior?

Chu Tian felt thousands of blazing magma rolling in his chest, and a wolf-like voice screaming in his mind. All the anger could not be controlled and the blood surged uncontrollably in his blood vessels like a volcanic eruption.

"Ah——" The scholar's wife suddenly raised her voice to the highest like a ghost howling, stabbing her eardrums.

Chu Tian was relieved of his trance and realized that he had a dagger tightly in his hand, and the faint and blue blade pierced deeply into the buttocks of the scholar's wife.

Immediately, blood surged like a spring.

Seeing the scholar's wife twisting and looking strange in pain, and holding the weapon in her hand, Chu Tian couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

He pushed away the Xiucai's wife who was pressing against him, and he got up and waved the dagger in his hand to Xiucai, and shouted: "Don't come over!"

Wu Xiucai's three souls and seven spirits were almost scared, and without any warning, he stood there in a daze, trembling lips and unable to speak.

Chu Tian pulled Qing'er and ran away, running desperately along the deep and deserted alley. On the empty and cold snowy night, they ran aimlessly, slipping and getting up once, until they were exhausted.

They lay down on the empty river bank, gasping for breath, allowing the cold little snowflakes to fall on their faces.

"Is it cold?" Chu Tian dusted off the snowflakes from Qing'er's clothes and sent her little hand to her mouth to breathe and keep warm.

"I'm not afraid of the cold." Qing'er comforted her brother sensibly, but her teeth kept trembling.

Huaiyang in December is the coldest time of the year, but the clothes she wears are not even enough to resist the late autumn wind.

"Damn Wu Xiucai, I have no conscience!" Chu Tian hugged Qing'er tightly, trying to warm her up with her body temperature.

"Brother, can I not go back to Mr. Wu's house?" Qing'er suddenly asked in a low voice in his arms.

Chu Tian's heart twitched violently, and he began to hate himself. Qing'er suffered all because of his ignorance and incompetence.

"No, my brother will always be with you, just like the moon accompanying the mountains, the mountains accompanying the river..."

"I want to accompany my brother like this too-" Qing'er smiled happily, raised her head and kissed Chu Tian on the cheek.

The snow is still falling, but a kind of warmth quietly overflows in the cold night.

At this moment, Chu Tian suddenly pointed to the red flames rising from the night sky in the distance and said, "Look, there is a fire there!"

"Where is that?" Qing'er asked Chu Tian. In her mind, her brother knew almost everything.

"It's Wu Xiucai's family." Someone suddenly replied behind him instead of Chu Tian.

"Is it you?" Chu Tian was shocked and turned around and saw the old man in white robe who threw himself into the river during the day standing behind him and Qing'er. "What are you sneaking and secretly following me?"

The old man in white robe did not answer, as if he was concentrating on looking at Qing'er's side face.

Chu Tian was frightened without any reason, stood up and quietly pressed the dagger with his hand, pretending to be fierce and asked, "Who are you?"

"I want to take her away." The old man in white robe pointed his hand at Qing'er.

"Dream!" Chu Tian was so incredible that he pulled out his dagger and said bluffingly: "I won't give you Qing'er. If you don't leave, I'm going to be rude to you!"

The old man in white robe snorted coldly, and no one saw him doing anything, Chu Tian's body suddenly threw it out of thin air.

This time, the old man in white robe was more polite to him than during the day. He did not throw Chu Tian directly into the river, but instead fell four feet on the snow.

"Brother!" Qing'er shouted and ran towards Chu Tian.

The old man in white robe stopped Qing'er and stretched out his right hand to her and said, "I finally found you, come with me."

Qing'er didn't answer, or her answer was very straightforward, and she opened her cherry mouth and bit her hand fiercely at him.

The old man in white robe flipped his wrist slightly and grabbed her shoulders. Qing'er couldn't move at once.
Chapter completed!