Martial Myth System

"Who do you think you are talking to?" Mo Zhonggan lifted the head and looked at the face of beggar, who was about 30 or 40 years old in front of him. It’s not good, and it’s not something a guy like you can touch. We two heavens are not people on the same level... Your Highness is so noble that words cannot explain, you guys are so cheap, how do you deserve to be my brother? What kind of porridge to eat!? If you not only know that you are just because of ignorance, your Highness will be able to punish your Nine Clan!"

"To my life? Criticize my Nine Clan?"

Hua Lian Beggar's face was blank, and then the confused expression on his face was quickly replaced by an unfavorable anger.

"You little child still has a bit of spine... You were a beggar the first day, right? You thought you were some kind of noble character? I'll tell you this way... No matter who you were before, now you He's a person who is more humble than a dog, and he doesn't want to eat bad rice porridge, right? I tell you, you can't even eat dog rice!"

Speaking, the face of beggar probably feels that he has been shaved. , Kicked Mo Jiangan on the shoulder.

Mo Zhonggan’s Inner Strength was completely sealed by Han Feng, and his body lost Inner Strength and grew a little worse than ordinary people. After hitting this foot, he hit the wall and his eyes were completely black... …

But Mo Zhonggan is obviously a young official with very hard bones. After being kicked such a kick, not only did he not soften, but he became even more bitter and bitter, chanting gruffly:

"Asshole...I want to punish you Nine Clan!!"

"he he he, this kid said to punish my Nine Clan... Come and listen, what does he really think of himself? Something! Do you think you are the Sir City Lord, or the great master of the city?"

The painted face beggar is extremely angry, and Mo Jiegan, who shook his arms and walked towards the corner, smiled back.

"Challenge my nine races, right? You come and try?"

He kicked Mo Zhonggan with two feet, causing a very strong pain to His Royal Highness, but The pain in the body is even stronger, the suffocation in the heart...

Mo Zhonggan has always been a proud person. He was forced by Han Feng to do the work of sweeping and he could comfort himself by saying that he was himself. The imperial family’s subordinates have honed themselves... But now being beaten and kicked by a beggar, this kind of humiliation is simply suffocating...

But under this kind of physical and mental pain, On the contrary, Mo Zhonggan became more calm.

Hugging in the corner of the wall, protecting his head, Mo Zhonggan continued to whisper:

"Okay, just hit me! Kill me, in the city The Sword Suspension Department and the Patrol Division will not let you go... If you can’t kill me, I will kill you one day!"

"Okay, you come and kill me! I'm waiting. You, you are something inferior to a dog."

Beggar's fists and feet fell on Mo Zhonggan's body like raindrops, and Mo Zhonggan stopped talking, just gritted his teeth and endured.

Neither ask for mercy nor admit defeat.

But this kind of reaction aroused the fierceness of Hualian beggar, and the brutality of his fists and feet became more and more force...

Finally, other beggars nearby can’t stand it. Come on, Hualian beggar pulls away. .

But that’s it, the Hualian beggar is still clamoring while being pulled:

"Today I will leave the words here. Who of you dare to take this kid with me? Can't get through!!!"

Mo Sugan felt the pain on his body disappear, and started again, wiping the blood from his nose, expressionless.

At this moment, Mo Zhonggan lost the humiliation he had before, and was not even so angry... He just wanted to live... and then take revenge.

Now on the tall buildings in the distance, Han Feng and Liu Minghua are blessing their eyesight with True Qi, observing all this happening.

Liu Minghua watched the scene of Mo Zhonggan being beaten up, and couldn't help being slightly frowned:

"Third Prince had such an experience, do we really need to intervene?"

Han Feng shook his head and looked endowed with extraordinary intelligence:

"Don’t worry, Minghua, even the four Imperial Family guards have been persuaded by me. You should believe me. "

Liu Minghua looked at Han Feng’s confident expression and couldn’t help but smiled slightly:

"I’m not worried about the safety of Third Prince, I’m just worried about his situation. The next time I was tortured, not only failed to realize the suffering of the people, but also grew full of hatred in the hearts of the people. Then we really have lost more than the gains."

"Don’t worry, I’ve considered it a long time ago. It's here, so I have arranged for a wonderful person to choose love and emotion to influence our prince, so that he can create a positive and positive outlook on life."

"Excellent candidate "?" Liu Minghua was a little curious. "Does the Sword Suspension Department have such a person?"

"haha, I am not from the Sword Suspension Department, but I have spent a lot of effort recruiting from the rivers and lakes. ~ Don’t worry, it’s very reliable~"

Han Feng said, turning around and going downstairs, while calling to Liu Minghua:

"Go, we have to find a way to deal with those people I hate the family~"

Liu Minghua smiled and followed along.

"Yes~"

……

Outside Yundi Alley, Mo Zhonggan, who was beaten all over his body, sat on the corner of the street and came to beggar. -and-fro, his eyes are all indifferent, I just want to wait for myself to regain his strength and then go back to find the Sword Suspension Department, and then bring the soldiers and horses of the Sword Suspension Department back here to catch all the people here. , Especially the painted face beggar who beat him up... Your Highness will hang him up for a whole hour, and then be hungry for three days and three nights!

Thinking of this...Mo Zhonggan suddenly felt that he was really hungry...

Last night all the way to escape, the bumps didn’t get in, but I just woke up today. Beaten up...it was so painful and hungry...

Mo Zhonggan tried to stand up, but he was really tired, hungry and painful. He stood up on the wall and sat down again. .

After all, he is just a thirteen-fourteen-year-old child. No matter how strong he is, he is close to collapse.

Mo finally...You are the prince, you can't cry! You can't be looked down upon by these untouchables! Show up some ambition!

Mo Jungan comforted himself like this in his heart, his eyes were still stained with mist...

At this moment, a very light but very attractive fragrance spreads. In Mo Jiangan's nose.

Mo Zhonggan lifts the head, only to see half of a white-faced bun held in front of him by an unclean hand.

The owner of this hand is a beggar who looks a little thin. He is in his twenties and looks pretty handsome, but his clothes are tattered and his hair is messy. It is probably a fall in the family. It’s a pitiful person.

The thin beggar smiled at Mo Zhonggan, the smile has a natural affinity:

"I think you squatted here for a long time without eating, you should be very hungry, right? Half a month, next time I ask for a meal, remember to pay me back~"

Mo Zhonggan looked at the steamed bun in front of him...He was a little complicated, although he wanted to say that he was dignified, how could a prince accept this begging? The food is here, but... I'm really hungry...

Finally, Your Highness Third Prince, who could not withstand the temptation, grabbed the steamed buns and voraciously became late.

Skinny beggar watched Mo Zhonggan eat hurriedly, sat down beside him, stretched his head and stared at Mo Zhonggan:

"You said you eat so fast What are you doing, no one is robbing you~ My name is Su Can, and I just came here beggar, what's your name?"

"Mo Zhonggan."

I'm crazy about eating steamed buns Mo Jungan spit out three words, but he seemed to feel that speaking like this was a bit too indifferent, so he thought about it and continued:

"This steamed bun... really fragrant."