Chapter 27
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On the uninhabited river, a man in a hooded shirt was sitting. His figure was thin, his legs were slender, as he silently looked at the flowing black water.
The sun set slowly. It was like a stingy businessman, finally willing to give a little shimmer to the dim water before the night came.
The young man sitting on the embankment had not moved. People don’t know how long he had sat in this position. He seemed to be a person who was idle.
“Stop, don’t run!”
“Grandpa, I don’t believe that I can’t catch that little thief!”
The noise broke the tranquility and a small figure shot straight down the nearby slope. Three or four big men behind him scolded and chased after him.
Without looking back, the little boy threw two small triangular cones to the ground behind him. The two inconspicuous black triangular cones fell on both sides of the alleyway. The top corner shot a black line connected to both sides. The black line tensed and tripped the three men chasing him. They all fell to the ground.
The men rushed from a height too fast, tripped for several laps, and were unable to climb for a while.
The little boy turned around, pointed at the fallen people and laughed, “Your father, I just took a piece of black cake from you and you chased me a few streets like a mad dog. Now do you know how powerful Father is?”
(Your father: referring to himself)
He didn’t see the one-eyed man who fell to the ground and quietly inserted his finger into the ground. A thin vine grew on the grass at the boy’s feet, and climbed up to his feet quietly, binding his feet while he was not prepared.
This “one-eyed” was a low-level saint with plant power.
The little boy’s face changed, and he fell to the ground when he wanted to run.
The men with bruises climbed up and pressed the thief under the age of ten to the ground. They punched and kicked him mercilessly.
Ye Peitian, who was sitting on the bank, turned sideways and looked at the scene in silence.
“One-eyed” turned his head to look at him and kicked him. The boy said, “Scary person, look at me. Don’t worry I will beat you all.”
The little boy curled up and rolled on the ground as the fist raised on his thin body. He didn’t beg for mercy and cursed in silence. He had lived in this street since childhood, and being beaten was just a routine.
The cruel life told him that begging for mercy was not effective at this time. Instead, it was better to scold for joy and get some interest back.
“The little boy still dares to speak hard. I will kill you today!” The one-eyed man pulled out a short knife from his waist and pierced him fiercely.
A hand stretched out from the side, and held his wrist.
The hand had uniform bones and pale skin, and was not particularly strong. But as soon as he held it, he felt as if his wrist was tightly held by a hard iron clamp, and he couldn’t move at all.
“Let go! Quick let go! Brother… Brother, my hand is about to break, spare, spare me.”
At the beginning, the one-eyed man even started to swear, and as the palm was slightly clamped, there was an unbearable pain on his wrist. The low-ranking saint who had just been very arrogant immediately begged.
He was a low-level saint who retreated from the battlefield, and had glimpsed the style of those high-level powerful men on the battlefield of demon hunting. The young man whose face was covered didn’t use any ability. But the cold eyes that looked at him and the powerful physical strength that pinched his wrist, made him realize that this was not a person he could afford to fight.
The men walked away.
Ye Peitian glanced at the boy lying in the grass. He didn’t speak, silently returned to the bank, and sat back to his position.
Before long, a small figure sat down beside him.
“Thank you, buddy. My name is Xiao Chai, what’s your name?” Xiao Chai wiped his face with his sleeve, and spit a mouthful of blood on the floor.
Ye Peitian’s eyes turned. He looked at him, and turned back to the flowing black water.
Xiao Chai didn’t mind his indifference. He had seen more indifferent people, but those who were willing to reach out to him were rare.
He took out a crushed black brown cake, broke it in half, and gave half to Ye Peitian.
“Did you eat? Brother, I’m lucky, I was beaten up, but I can get a full meal.”
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On the uninhabited river, a man in a hooded shirt was sitting. His figure was thin, his legs were slender, as he silently looked at the flowing black water.
The sun set slowly. It was like a stingy businessman, finally willing to give a little shimmer to the dim water before the night came.
The young man sitting on the embankment had not moved. People don’t know how long he had sat in this position. He seemed to be a person who was idle.
“Stop, don’t run!”
“Grandpa, I don’t believe that I can’t catch that little thief!”
The noise broke the tranquility and a small figure shot straight down the nearby slope. Three or four big men behind him scolded and chased after him.
Without looking back, the little boy threw two small triangular cones to the ground behind him. The two inconspicuous black triangular cones fell on both sides of the alleyway. The top corner shot a black line connected to both sides. The black line tensed and tripped the three men chasing him. They all fell to the ground.
The men rushed from a height too fast, tripped for several laps, and were unable to climb for a while.
The little boy turned around, pointed at the fallen people and laughed, “Your father, I just took a piece of black cake from you and you chased me a few streets like a mad dog. Now do you know how powerful Father is?”
(Your father: referring to himself)
He didn’t see the one-eyed man who fell to the ground and quietly inserted his finger into the ground. A thin vine grew on the grass at the boy’s feet, and climbed up to his feet quietly, binding his feet while he was not prepared.
This “one-eyed” was a low-level saint with plant power.
The little boy’s face changed, and he fell to the ground when he wanted to run.
The men with bruises climbed up and pressed the thief under the age of ten to the ground. They punched and kicked him mercilessly.
Ye Peitian, who was sitting on the bank, turned sideways and looked at the scene in silence.
“One-eyed” turned his head to look at him and kicked him. The boy said, “Scary person, look at me. Don’t worry I will beat you all.”
The little boy curled up and rolled on the ground as the fist raised on his thin body. He didn’t beg for mercy and cursed in silence. He had lived in this street since childhood, and being beaten was just a routine.
The cruel life told him that begging for mercy was not effective at this time. Instead, it was better to scold for joy and get some interest back.
“The little boy still dares to speak hard. I will kill you today!” The one-eyed man pulled out a short knife from his waist and pierced him fiercely.
A hand stretched out from the side, and held his wrist.
The hand had uniform bones and pale skin, and was not particularly strong. But as soon as he held it, he felt as if his wrist was tightly held by a hard iron clamp, and he couldn’t move at all.
“Let go! Quick let go! Brother… Brother, my hand is about to break, spare, spare me.”
At the beginning, the one-eyed man even started to swear, and as the palm was slightly clamped, there was an unbearable pain on his wrist. The low-ranking saint who had just been very arrogant immediately begged.
He was a low-level saint who retreated from the battlefield, and had glimpsed the style of those high-level powerful men on the battlefield of demon hunting. The young man whose face was covered didn’t use any ability. But the cold eyes that looked at him and the powerful physical strength that pinched his wrist, made him realize that this was not a person he could afford to fight.
The men walked away.
Ye Peitian glanced at the boy lying in the grass. He didn’t speak, silently returned to the bank, and sat back to his position.
Before long, a small figure sat down beside him.
“Thank you, buddy. My name is Xiao Chai, what’s your name?” Xiao Chai wiped his face with his sleeve, and spit a mouthful of blood on the floor.
Ye Peitian’s eyes turned. He looked at him, and turned back to the flowing black water.
Xiao Chai didn’t mind his indifference. He had seen more indifferent people, but those who were willing to reach out to him were rare.
He took out a crushed black brown cake, broke it in half, and gave half to Ye Peitian.
“Did you eat? Brother, I’m lucky, I was beaten up, but I can get a full meal.”
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On the uninhabited river, a man in a hooded shirt was sitting. His figure was thin, his legs were slender, as he silently looked at the flowing black water.The sun set slowly. It was like a stingy businessman, finally willing to give a little shimmer to the dim water before the night came.The young man sitting on the embankment had not moved. People don't know how long he had sat in this position. He seemed to be a person who was idle.Stop, don't run!Grandpa, I don't believe that I can't catch that little thief!The noise broke the tranquility and a small figure shot straight down the nearby slope. Three or four big men behind him scolded and chased after him.Without looking back, the little boy threw two small triangular cones to the ground behind him. The two inconspicuous black triangular cones fell on both sides of the alleyway. The top corner shot a black line connected to both sides. The black line tensed and tripped the three men chasing him. They all fell to the ground.The men rushed from a height too fast, tripped for several laps, and were unable to climb for a while.The little boy turned around, pointed at the fallen people and laughed, Your father, I just took a piece of black cake from you and you chased me a few streets like a mad dog. Now do you know how powerful Father is?Your father: referring to himselfHe didn't see the one-eyed man who fell to the ground and quietly inserted his finger into the ground. A thin vine grew on the grass at the boy's feet, and climbed up to his feet quietly, binding his feet while he was not prepared.This one-eyed was a low-level saint with plant power.The little boy's face changed, and he fell to the ground when he wanted to run.The men with bruises climbed up and pressed the thief under the age of ten to the ground. They punched and kicked him mercilessly.Ye Peitian, who was sitting on the bank, turned sideways and looked at the scene in silence.One-eyed turned his head to look at him and kicked him. The boy said, Scary person, look at me. Don't worry I will beat you all.The little boy curled up and rolled on the ground as the fist raised on his thin body. He didn't beg for mercy and cursed in silence. He had lived in this street since childhood, and being beaten was just a routine.The cruel life told him that begging for mercy was not effective at this time. Instead, it was better to scold for joy and get some interest back.The little boy still dares to speak hard. I will kill you today! The one-eyed man pulled out a short knife from his waist and pierced him fiercely.A hand stretched out from the side, and held his wrist.The hand had uniform bones and pale skin, and was not particularly strong. But as soon as he held it, he felt as if his wrist was tightly held by a hard iron clamp, and he couldn't move at all.Let go! Quick let go! Brother Brother, my hand is about to break, spare, spare me.At the beginning, the one-eyed man even started to swear, and as the palm was slightly clamped, there was an unbearable pain on his wrist. The low-ranking saint who had just been very arrogant immediately begged.He was a low-level saint who retreated from the battlefield, and had glimpsed the style of those high-level powerful men on the battlefield of demon hunting. The young man whose face was covered didn't use any ability. But the cold eyes that looked at him and the powerful physical strength that pinched his wrist, made him realize that this was not a person he could afford to fight.The men walked away.Ye Peitian glanced at the boy lying in the grass. He didn't speak, silently returned to the bank, and sat back to his position.Before long, a small figure sat down beside him.Thank you, buddy. My name is Xiao Chai, what's your name? Xiao Chai wiped his face with his sleeve, and spit a mouthful of blood on the floor.Ye Peitian's eyes turned. He looked at him, and turned back to the flowing black water.Xiao Chai didn't mind his indifference. He had seen more indifferent people, but those who were willing to reach out to him were rare.He took out a crushed black brown cake, broke it in half, and gave half to Ye Peitian.Did you eat? Brother, I'm lucky, I was beaten up, but I can get a full meal.Thanks to everyone who's reading this on wordrain. This translation belongs to us. o Support us by comments, or buy Miaomiao11 a coffee ~1 ko-Fi = extra chapterjoin our discord https://discord.gg/jUAXQ3u
