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The white clouds in the sky were wandering aimlessly. They were orphans without a family, and could only drift about in the wind and light.

Chang Lou was also wandering. He didn't know where he was, where he was, or what his name was. He had even forgotten his own name.

He was now in a corner of the city wall, curled up like a cat who had done something wrong.

Ever since he had killed Wu Shan Bo and escaped the Iron Tiger Pass, he had learned an incomparably terrifying truth: there was a demon in his heart. It lurked in his heart, ready to explode, to use his own hands to kill innocent people.

This inner demon was like a maggot attached to his bones, tightly entangling him and corroding his reason, causing him to be willing to degenerate and become a devil.

"Let's begin!"

He couldn't seem to hear the voices outside, he was immersed in his own world and was unable to extricate himself.

That world was desolate and cold, but it was also incredibly safe. There was no need to worry about hurting others or being hurt by others.

"You should move!"

The middle-aged hoodlum kicked him directly onto his arm. This hoodlum was also afraid that the tall and big Su Hao would suddenly go berserk, so he didn't use too much force and made a path for himself.

Chang Lou's current body didn't feel anything even if he stood there and let this hoodlum kick him for the rest of his life, so he didn't pay any attention to him.

"Yo!" Do you even want to work after receiving the money? Do you think this lord's money is easy to take? "Ahhh!"

He used more strength on his feet. A person kicking but not resisting might be out of waiting for more intense anger. The middle-aged bully had become a slippery fish. He was very cautious, only bullying the weak but not the strong.

However, he still ignored him. He didn't have the time nor did he have the mood to care about this ant-like clown.

The middle-aged lackey's strength was increasing, and his curses were also getting louder and louder. Gradually, a group of people surrounded them.

Everyone liked the liveliness, so the people who created the liveliness had a sense of accomplishment. The middle-aged gangster was very proud right now, so he lifted his head up high.

Other than the bystanders, there wasn't a third kind of person at the scene. When the hot-tempered beggar saw the middle-aged hoodlum run away, he didn't even want to break the bowl anymore.

After an unknown period of time, Chang Lou stood up, revealing his face.

There was blood on his face, and his pale cheeks looked terrible.

"Aiya, to be a beggar at such a young age!"

"That's right, you can even move bricks. At any rate, this is still a proper job!"

"The pretty boy looks pretty handsome. He must be some rundown young master with no money and no status. If he doesn't have any skills, then he can only beg for money!" And I can't let go of the arrogance in my heart.

The surrounding people discussed animatedly and pointed at the house.

"Make way! Step aside! I'll trouble you guys to give way! "

A recognizable female voice came from the back of the crowd.

Everyone moved away from the source of the sound, and an ox-cart slowly drove by.

Sitting on top of the ox-cart was a woman. She had a somewhat beautiful appearance and did not wear any makeup. She looked very dignified and graceful.

Her arrival caused everyone to stop their discussions and remain silent.

"Young Mistress Chen is so romantic!" "Where is the oxcart going?"

He was one of the few people in this place who dared to speak directly to a woman.

"I don't need to report to San Ye where I'm going!"

Chen Young Grandma slightly knitted her eyebrows and said unhappily.

"You don't need to report to me when you're traveling, Young Mistress. It's just that you look so charming and graceful, so I'm trying to get close to you with just a few words!"

The middle-aged hoodlum hurriedly explained. He could speak directly, but this did not mean that he could speak nonsense. He still did not dare to offend Lady Chen.

"I, a weak girl who's lost my husband, can't stand Lord Third!"

Chen Young Grandma sneered and was about to drive away.

"This woman is so lucky! I don't know what kind of luck I had in my previous life, to actually want to control the entire Chen family. "

"Yes!" This time, Old Master Chen is going to pass out from anger! "

"Disperse, disperse!" It's almost time to eat! "

Everyone left in droves. There were only two people left, Chang Lou and the middle-aged lackey.

"Kid, do you want to eat your fill?"

The middle-aged hoodlum smiled sinisterly and asked the corner of the room that was still curling up.

In his eyes, a beggar could eat his fill. It was a gift as big as the heavens, and not a single beggar could refuse it.

However, Chang Lou was indifferent to this! He did not need to eat, nor did he need to worry about being full. Even the most beautiful food in the world was worthless in front of him. He did not have that kind of appetite, nor did he have that kind of mood.

"Yo!" You're a little tricky! "Let me tell you, I've seen many people like you, and I know how to deal with you!"

The middle-aged hoodlum walked away, leaving an angry figure behind.

Chang Lou quietly curled up in that corner, not moving at all. Right now, he didn't want to move, nor did he dare to move.

As the sky darkened, the oxcart slowly approached. Perhaps because of the long drive, the oxen began to pant slightly.

The people in the carriage were exceptionally beautiful under the setting sun, but no one could appreciate its beauty. How lonely and lonely it would be!

"Hey!" Miss, that beggar is still here! "

The little girl pulling the carriage said to Second Grandma Chen.

"Oh!" Second Grandma Chen turned her head in surprise as she looked at the trembling house curled up in the corner.

The sky was about to turn dark. How could such a beggar spend such a lonely night?!

It was unknown whether it was because of sympathy or emotion that Chen Young Grandma jumped down from the ox-cart.

"What's your name?"

"Are you hungry?"

"..."

"Do you know how to speak?"

She did not know that she had already asked this man a few questions, but the only response she could get was silence.

A woman, a beautiful woman, being so neglected, no matter who it was, would have a fire in their heart.

The more unobtainable it was, the more he wanted it! Chen Young Nanny really wanted to hear what this man had to say.

She grabbed the man and threw him on the cart. An important reason why she was respected in this small town was not because she was the Chen family's young mistress, but because she had learned martial arts and was considered a cultivator.

To a cultivator, lifting a two hundred pound man in one go was a piece of cake.

Chang Lou walked through the Chen family's gate like this.

The Chen family was not some wealthy landowner, but a relatively wealthy farmer.

There was only one servant girl in the mansion, and it was brought by the young mistress from her mother's house. Other than her and the young mistress, there was no one else in the mansion.

To live in a large courtyard with only two people, wasn't this a little too lonely?

What kind of story would happen tonight, with a man who had lost his will?