Chapter 243: Seeing the road

Ding Hao feels that he is walking in the scenes of past TV dramas, and suddenly there is an illusion of time and space shuttle.
Walking in the crowd, Ding Hao's dusty temperament and the white horse's Shen Jun attracted a lot of attention.
"Old man, come to a bowl of noodles." Ding Hao selected a slightly clean food stall, and slammed the [Snowland Lion and Dragon Beast] on the horse pile and reached out to greet the boss.
The owner of the stall is a pair of gray-haired elderly couples of about 60 years old. The grandfather has a little camel on his back, but he is a spirited, ruddy complexion. He greets the guests, and the old woman cooks his face with his hands and feet. Obviously, it is not a rich family, but the look is satisfying. The grandfather helps the old woman to sweat and from time to time.
The stall was swayed by a strong aroma, and there were many guests. Ding Hao was looking for it with aroma.
"Well, boy, boy, your face is coming." The old man dragged his long cavity and put a bowl of colorful noodles in front of Ding Hao’s eyes, steaming, in such a snowy winter, instantly giving A kind of warmth.
Ding Hao smoked his nose, suddenly his index finger moved, and he was about to start immediately. Suddenly, there was a sound of swallowing saliva.
Looking around, I saw a worn-out child, standing next to the stall, the big eyes of the sleek rounded up, staring straight at the bowl in front of Ding Hao, all in the eyes is envious.
This little child, the body is thin, the obvious lack of nutrition, the body does not know how many times to make up, it is just like a hundred knots can not see the original look of the clothes, a muddy stain, outside the small hand frozen Blue, it looks extremely pitiful, apparently hungry for a long time, looks a little embarrassed.
The children's side, standing five or six adults, are also a form of malnutrition, face yellow muscle thin, wearing a broken, and the night market is full of lively atmosphere, face with a look of sly, maybe it is smooth The aroma came to the front of the stall and couldn't help but swallow.
"Dad, I am hungry..." A little child whispered.
The sound is crisp, just like the empty valley and yellow scorpion. It is a girl, just a unkempt look, and because it is not developed due to malnutrition, it looks like a boy.
Called Dad is a middle-aged man who looks like he is in his early thirties. He is about 1.8 meters tall, but he is very thin. He is really skinny, his lips are blue, maybe he is very hungry, his body is a bit awkward, he smells his face. I looked at my face and looked at my arms. In the end, I turned my head and shook my head. I touched the little girl’s forehead and said, "Snow is awkward, and I will bear it for a while. Dad will help you find some." food……"
Speaking, I looked around for a while, saw something left over from others, and took the courage to want to discuss it. Unfortunately, every time I was treated as a flower, I was stunned back. Some vendors looked at these people all the time. Waved disgustedly to get them out.
", stinking Huazi, robbing Laozi, can you find death?"
A young martial artist stood up and shouted and waved the little girl's father to fight, just because the middle-aged man wanted to pour a little soup he had finished to the little girl.
The middle-aged man fell to the ground, and the sputum was not light, and the blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
The other five or six companions rushed to help the middle-aged, and they were angry and angry, but they dared not to speak.
The little girl rushed to her father in a panic, and the tears of the crystal ticking down and cried, "Dad, Dad, Cher is not hungry, and Cher is not hungry at all..."
Ding Hao saw this scene and sighed in his heart.
In essence, the endless continent is a cold world with a weak flesh and strong food. The bustling night market can't cover the tragedy of the weak. No matter where it is, bullying things will always happen. I don't know why, Ding Hao was in a good mood. This scene was completely destroyed.
", I moved the things of Laozi, I just wanted to go this way, stand still, and lose money for Laozi!" The young warrior was aggressive and fierce, even because of the little soup left in the bottom of the bowl, the lion opened his mouth and opened the little girl’s Dad compensated for twelve silver.
"I... I don't have money, Grandpa, I don't dare anymore..." The middle-aged man was scared.
"No money? What is in your arms?" The young warrior smiled intently and grabbed the middle-aged man's arms. The middle-aged man did not understand the martial arts. How to dodge? He was caught by a hand, only to hear a slap, the worn clothes were torn, and a few white silver spindles rolled out.
"No, no, this is the life-saving money that we have put together in our village. We want to use it to hire guardian warriors..." The middle-aged man is crazy, rushing over to get the silver back, and several other companions They were also anxious, and they rushed over and surrounded the young warriors.
"Haha, what about the country, how do you want to win more?" The young warrior sneered and patted the table.
Hula!
Next to him stood up a dozen more brave men with big waists and waists. The samurai dressed up, carrying weapons, stunned, and breathless. At first glance, they were the wandering warriors who had seen the blood, and they sneered one by one. The same countryman is in the middle.
"You...I..." The middle-aged group was frightened and pleaded with enthusiasm: "All of you, good deeds, this money is really a life-saving money. The guardians in our village are missing. We are missing. I want to use it to re-employ the guardian martial arts. There are no guardians, and there are hundreds of people in the village. It’s this winter!

"I am in charge of the lives and deaths of your village. If you move Laozi's things, you have to lose money. Don't be jealous. Otherwise, even if I kill you, it is just as easy as slaughtering a dog." The young warrior smiled, there was no such thing. The slightest sympathy.
The middle-aged people have all been desperate in their eyes.
Ding Hao sighed, sitting in the place and gently beckoning, an invisible force poured out.
The young warrior only felt that his hand was suddenly light, and the silver he was holding was uncontrollably fluttering out and turned into a stream of silver streamers. He did not enter Ding Hao's hands three or four meters away.
"If you have to spare people and spare people, why should you kill them?" Ding Hao put the silver on the table in front of him, and he did not return to the ground.
"You ... little hybrid, what do you count, and dare to control me [Ben Leijian] Wenxin thing?" The young warrior was furious and reported his name, it seems to be in this small Fame, otherwise it will not let the audience around the audience take a breath of air.
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Ask for the red ticket, everyone will vote for me.