Out of town and journey

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"Hey... What's the matter with you?"

Blood pupil raise, looking at the little beggar. In this face that has lost childish, blood pupil discovers him that originally all is blood red double eye, at this moment however only the right one is still red. The other, back to its original black.

Swaddling... Rubbing the baby girl's body through the heavy swaddling clothes. The baby girl was still sleeping with a sleepy look on her face. And the little beggar's mouth is a big mouth breathing, his body all break out in a cold sweat, appear very tired.

The blood pupil stared at the little beggar's red and black double pupil, especially the black pupil. He snorted: "boy, what are you hesitating about? Just kill her and you'll enjoy the happiness I've brought you. You won't struggle, and you won't hesitate like a woman. Where's your cool? Where is that judgment that only CARES about himself and doesn't care about killing anyone if it makes you feel good?"

The little beggar was still breathing. The hand holding the hilt of the sword was numb, and the chained right arm trembled slowly. After a while, his other red pupil slowly faded, back to the original black.

"Cough... Ahem..."

The little beggar let go of his hands. His eyes were no longer scarlet. He fell to his knees, collapsed badly, and coughed loudly. But even so, in a violent cough at the same time he did not forget to reach out to the baby girl swaddling clothes.

"Well, no trained body, just the 'first prison' makes you so tired. All right, you are only ten years old, there is still plenty of time for your body to get used to my power. But before the first glass of wine is over, I'll give you a little credit."

"I am interested in your coolness and self-awareness in being able to maintain a last mote of reason in the first prison. Unlike the previous few, just accepted a little bit of force was I completely erosion of reason. Oh, interesting."

The chain that had been inserted into the little beggar's arm was pulled out, bringing out some blood. The pierced arm recovered as quickly as if it had been turned back in time, and the chain retracted into the extinguished hilt. Then darken, the great sword, shortened in an instant, became a dagger again, and plunged back into the chain of his right arm.

The little beggar coughed twice and waited until his body gradually recovered. Then he bent down and picked up the baby girl. Now the snow was falling on him again, silent.

He put out his finger and touched the baby girl's face. She was sound asleep, with a reassuring smile on her little flushed face. Seemed to feel the touch of the general, the closed eyes slowly opened, looking at the holding their own that person.

Little beggar breathing is very heavy, little girls looked at the hot face, all of a sudden, her mouth, ah ah ah blare of call a few times...

What is she talking about? No, maybe she didn't say anything. It's just a baby's meaningless voice. But when the little beggar heard these voices, he held her hands more tightly. And the baby girl is also in this kind of hug, close her eyes again to sleep... It's like lying in a warm cradle.

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The night was getting late. As if even the snow was tired, after covering the broken limbs of the servant with white cloth, it finally stopped falling. Holding the baby girl in his arms, the little beggar retreats into the dark, warm lane, thinking about the way forward.

"Okay, kid, what do you do next? You have annoyed the good but afraid little princess, from now on, you are no longer a mouse hiding in the sewer, but running into the street, everyone shouted to fight the mouse.

The little beggar shrank, filled a thermos bottle in his waist with some hot water, and fed the baby girl little by little. Looking at the baby in her arms, watching her so voraciously sucking the warm liquid, the little beggar fell silent.

'now, if you will obey my instructions, throw away the girl who has caused you so much trouble. Then, you can walk in the street without any strings attached, I can let you from everyone shouted to hit the mouse, shake body can destroy half the continent of the dragon! How's that? Very refreshing, isn't it?"

The snow stopped, but the cold did not go away. The little beggar covered himself with a blanket, closed his eyes, and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. To this, the blood pupil appears to reveal a dull look in the eyes, slowly close.

"Well, I forgot. You don't take anybody's word for granted. That's an advantage, but you won't believe me. Forget it, I care about you ~~~! Sleep! Sleep! Let me be surprised at what you will do tomorrow morning. Ha-ha-ha-ha, the anticipation is really fun, fun!"

Holding the little girl who had had enough to drink, the little beggar finally fell into another deep sleep. The chains on his right arm still held him, but the blood-red pupils relaxed for a moment into a brief rest.

What should I do tomorrow? Even in his sleep, the little beggar kept thinking about it. The best thing to do is to throw the baby girl away and run away. But...

Is likely to... I can't do it myself... That's it...

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It is day.

The snow of last night became untidy in the pedestrian trample, and no longer the purity of the white carpet. The cold air filled with winter, even without the snow, still let all passers-by wrapped in their fur coats, trembling into the new day.

The bodies of the servant and the wolfhound were found, and an assassin's group was exterminated. People take this as breakfast, the distraction before work topic, the full flavor of whether there is something hidden in this, while extrapolating the government announced these news, while studying whether there is a government to cover up some truth in the plot, and then laugh.

A thin figure tottered past the people who were talking about waiting for the carriage. No one CARES where a beggar will show up, but pinches his nose when facing him, frowns and turns away. Of course, so that no one will care about his arms, exactly holding what.

After two days of medication, the baby girl's fever was finally completely suppressed. When I got up in the morning, I saw the little girl's green eyes staring at me. The little beggar's cold eyes seemed to melt a little. But he controlled the melting in his eyes, refroze them, picked her up, and headed in a certain direction.

He already knew where he was going and what he was going to do. He stepped slowly through the snow and squeezed the purse on his waist, which contained twenty-four sulla and two inels.

At first he wondered where the little beggar wanted to go. But as the little beggar's feet moved, it soon realized the little beggar's purpose. When the road out of the city appeared before him, the sword sneered again.

"Very clever. Leave the city at once. But what are you going to do?"

The pupil of the color of blood secretly flicker, looking at the iron fence on the main road, as well as in front of the iron fence responsible for sentry, searching every want to leave the city of the body of the soldiers, sneer: "in front of you is a fence composed of soldiers. Come on, tell me, boy. How are you going to break through this fence? Or would you give the baby girl away? It seems like a good choice, and it would be safer to entrust the baby to the government than to carry her around, wouldn't it?"

The disappearance of the baby was not over. On the main road stood five men dressed as soldiers, weapons in hand, searching for every pedestrian. As soon as anyone left town with a baby in their arms, they were immediately stopped and pulled under a awning off the main road. There, a man in a cape would enter the rear tent with the baby in his arms.

It does look like a search. The little beggar was silent, his eyes wandering slowly through the line of people waiting to get out of the city, then toward the five soldiers who were in charge of the search, and the man in the cloak under the tent.

The little beggar did not answer. But at this stage, it may be best to hand the baby quietly to the government. In this way, oneself have no responsibility, also have no obligation. You don't have to go on that trip where you don't know what it means. And sure enough... It's the best choice.

For the dark words in the mind, the little beggar finally silently nodded. His steps skirted the lines of the crowd, ambling toward the fence, ready to unload his burden, throw away his responsibility...

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh."

Gently low woo, let the little beggar bow his head. That emerald like bright pupil, reflecting his eyes, that slightly cloudy eyes... It was at this moment that the little beggar stopped short.

"Huh? What's the matter?" There was a hint of mockery in the dark voice.

The little beggar raised his head, and his muddy eyes suddenly changed back to icy frost! He looked again at the soldiers, the crowd, the tent. Then, instead of going on, he backed away and hid in a side alley.

Calm eyes peered out of the dark alley, as cold as steel bars frozen in a snowy night after confirming the search once more. He drew back, holding the baby girl, his head bowed. His mind was already racing, combining all the information he had gathered to form a clear thread.