But all the things that can be used are gone, Jiutian Xuanlei still refuses to let him go, and is even accumulating strength, intending to kill him with one blow.

Shen Ruichen's heart was full of unwillingness, and he didn't understand why this goddamn way of heaven had to target him.

The last nine-day mysterious thunder fell, Shen Ruichen was in pain, lost all his spiritual power, and returned to his original body.

Just when it thought that it was really going to die, a golden light suddenly appeared between its eyebrows.

This golden light enveloped it and ripped apart space, bringing it to the interstellar age.

After awakening, Shen Miaomiao was attracted by the overflowing spiritual energy, so she jumped and rushed towards Gu Mingyi who was wearing a military uniform...

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Chapter 101

"Catch him, don't let him run away!"

In the dirty slum, there was a sudden cry.

A ragged, gray-faced little boy ran fast, and behind him chased a group of gangsters armed with weapons.

There were many people on the road, but none of them stood up for the little boy. Instead, they avoided their belongings, for fear of being accidentally affected.

The slums believe in the law of the jungle. This kind of thing happens every day. If you are lucky, you can escape successfully. If you are unlucky, you will be beaten. If you are unlucky, you may be beaten to death.

The little boy was lucky today, the gangsters chased him into the alley, and after a round of turns, there was no trace of him.

They searched for a while, and they were sure to run after them. Then they cursed badly, kicked over the trash can next to them, and turned to leave.

About half an hour later, there was a rustling sound from the dumped trash can, and then the little boy climbed out of it.

After confirming that the group of gangsters had given up catching him, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked out against the wall.

He was already shabby and dirty, and because he just came out of the trash, he stinks.

Passers-by avoided one after another, for fear of being accidentally touched by him.

The little boy was used to being treated like this, so he just kept his head down and walked forward without saying a word, and finally stopped at home—behind the dilapidated broken wall, in front of the small box made of wooden boards and cardboard boxes that could only be curled into, he tightened his grip. The tense body relaxed.

The little boy took out the expired bread from the trash can, broke a small piece and put it in front of the small wooden sign next to the small box, "Mom, I'm back."

He sat down beside the small wooden sign and chewed the bread with special care.

This piece of bread is actually very small. Rao is so. He only ate half of it. He wrapped the rest and hid it in the haystack.

After doing this, he took out a shattered magazine and started today's study with guesswork, and used a small wooden stick to practice calligraphy stroke by stroke on the ground.

When the little boy's mother was alive, although the life was very difficult, she often starved for a full meal, and she could barely starve to death.

But at that time, my mother helped people with the work, and at least the family still had income and could rent a dilapidated small house.

Even if it is very hot in summer and very cold in winter, there are wind leaks in many places, and water leaks in rainy days.

After his mother died of illness, the little boy was kicked out by the landlord, and his little money was looted.

If the local government was not worried that too many dead bodies in the slums would cause cholera, they would regularly send people to clean up and cremate them.

It was getting dark, and the little boy practiced his handwriting for a while, until he couldn't read the words, and then he slowly stood up on his knees.

But his health was very bad. The bread just now had already been digested, so it was dark in front of him and he almost fell to the ground.

The little boy rested on his knees for a while, and when his body recovered a little, he staggered towards the small box.

He said goodnight to his mother's tablet as usual, then curled up in the cardboard box and closed his eyes.

After falling asleep, the little boy dreamed of his mother's dying image again, crying and saying sorry to him, holding his hand and telling him to live well.

The next morning, the little boy was awakened by the dewy moisture.

He got up and washed as usual, ate a third of the bread, and drank a lot of water to suppress his hunger before heading for the dump.

The little boy was lucky and found a bad watch, and he should be able to charge a little money for selling it.

He quietly hid the watch in his clothes and planned to leave quietly, but he was still being watched by someone with a heart.

This time the little boy couldn't escape, the gangsters surrounded him, the boss slapped the steel stick in his palm, and smiled especially grimly, "Boy, you can run quite well. We caught it this time, right?"

The little boy's eyes were full of vigilance, his body was tightly against the wall, and his voice was very calm, "I'll give you something, let me go."

"Okay." The boss stretched out his hand and looked at him with time.

The little boy knew that according to the boss's temperament, even if he handed over his watch, he could not escape a severe beating today.

But right now there is no choice but to bow.

He took a deep breath, took out his watch, and walked to the boss step by step, but the moment he put it in the boss's hand, he threw it out!

The gangsters were stunned by this change, and subconsciously looked at the watch.

The little boy seized this opportunity, nimbly drilled out from the boss, and then began to run wildly!

The gangsters reacted and hurriedly chased after them.

Seeing that he was about to escape, the little boy accidentally bumped into a passerby and fell heavily to the ground.

Before he could get up, he was surrounded by people again.

The boss was in a very bad mood because of the trouble just now. In order to regain his place, he directly interrupted the little boy's legs.

The pain struck, and the little boy fainted from the pain.

When he woke up again, it was already dark, and the cold wind was blowing, and he shivered unconsciously.