005, Frost Move()

The little beggar ran away and hid in the darkness of the blizzard. After he left, three delicate snowflakes slowly floated on the bedroom door, and drilled through the holes following the little beggar's footsteps. After these three snowflakes left, the freezing in the medicine shop began to melt. Just like it was as fast as it freezed, the disappearance of the ice and snow world was also as fast as it was.

The soldiers yelled and escaped from the pharmacy. At this point, no one dared to go in. It was not until noon the next day that the soldiers' commanders gathered fifty people to break the door and found the owner of the pharmacy that had long been frozen into popsicles and the small wall hole in the toilet.

The little beggar covered his hands and shuttled through the narrow alleyway. These dirty roads that only mice usually pass through can help him avoid the blizzard on the street outside. The bread in his arms has long been frozen into stones and is attached to his skin, bringing people a cold that makes the blood solidify.

But its fragrance is still so strong.

The little beggar held back his saliva and stopped biting the bread. The remaining food could allow him to survive tomorrow, so there must be no extravagant waste. Now, he must return to his nest immediately, hide the bread, and hide it, like a hamster who stored food. Yes, he must go back immediately, before he was killed by a blizzard and took his life.

Snap...

At a T-junction, the little beggar's footsteps stopped.

He looked at the two forks in front of him. One of them led to his nest, the place he called "home". Just walk through this path for a while and you can reach the bridge.

But another road leads to the alley where the woman and the baby are. I once said that I would give her medicine.

The little beggar thought about it and embarked on the road home without hesitation. Thinking about it carefully, he even regretted his irrational promise just now. What does that woman have to do with him? Why do you risk your life to get medicine for her? Her daughter died of illness, so she can only blame her mother for not protecting her well-being, and not for not helping.

What's more, he didn't get the medicine. When he went back now, he just watched the baby girl die of illness and could not do anything. And the more important point is...

The little beggar looked at the bread in his arms, and his eyes emitted a fierce light like a wild dog protecting food. Now when he goes back, the woman might come to steal the bread in his hands. When this life is threatened, who cares whether you have helped him? No matter what, the other party is also an adult, and he might kill himself and steal food.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his decision was correct. He turned his back to the direction leading to the baby girl and walked in big strides, the speed was getting faster and faster and faster...

Three snowflakes did not follow the little beggar. At the T-junction, they floated out from behind the little beggar. These snowflakes seemed to be hesitating about something, and kept wandering at the T-junction, as if they were hesitating to continue to follow the little beggar or return to their master?

As the little beggar's figure became smaller and smaller in the alley, the snowflakes seemed to have made up their minds. After circling in the air, they quickly rushed to the place where their master was and abandoned the little beggar.

The feet, step on the snow, made a creaking sound.

The little beggar has arrived at the end of the alley. Through the street outside, he can clearly see the bridge and the bridge hole under the bridge. But for some reason, his steps that were about to take the road home stopped there and did not take a long time...

The woman holds the baby...

Snow dyed the woman's cloak white...

The baby girl's crying...

A small face that has a high fever...

Then, there is the scene where the little baby girl slowly, slowly, stops breathing.

Is it an illusion? Why do such scenes appear in front of you?

The little beggar doesn't know.

Reason told him that he should go home immediately now. But no matter how reason persuaded him, his steps could not be taken. Just like the frozen world, the little beggar was also frozen there.

The night is getting deeper.

In such a storm, that woman and the baby girl must not be able to survive tonight...

Before he knew it, the little beggar slowly raised his hands. He looked at his fingertips, and the crystallized blood of the shop owner was stuck on it. But for some reason, he remembered a feeling...

He touched the little baby girl to feed her.

He had felt the warmth of the little baby girl and knew that she was having a fever.

On his fingertips, among these ten fingers that were almost numb from frozen and even had blood clots on them, he felt a faint warmth...

...

Snowflakes are falling.

At the entrance of the alley leading to the street, there was no sign of a little beggar. On the street, the snow piled up formed a large carpet, flawless and extended to the distance...

Why……?

As he took a step, the little beggar was always asking himself why. He couldn't find the answer, and was even shameful for his behavior. This was not what a person who wanted to survive should do. He should now get into his nest, cover his broken blanket, and endure the sun rise tomorrow. Instead of letting his feet run so fast and head to the place where he shouldn't be at all!

The little beggar's figure was passing through the alley. His physical strength had been consumed a lot, and he was even a little out of breath. But he did not stop and walked over little by little. On the contrary, he ran faster and harder. There was a faint worry in his heart. He didn't know what he was worried about. Anyway, in front of him, the little baby girl's hot little face was always swaying there. For a newly born child, what does it mean to not subside in a high fever? No need to say it explicitly.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Finally, he arrived. The little beggar walked into the wall at the entrance of the alley and dragged his body, which was almost exhausted. His eyes were anxiously searching here. He opened the trash cans, jumped over the stinky ditch where the rats ran around, and walked inside.

……No.

The snowflakes flutter here. However, the woman and her baby were gone, leaving only the place where the woman sat just now, where the snow was messy.

“Ha…ha…ha…ha…huh…huh…”

The little beggar straightened up. He regretted his recklessness again. The woman had left, and he was just an idiot, running to a place where no one was there. Now, he should be able to give up and go back.

The little beggar exhaled a long breath, and he patted the snowflakes on his head and stood up straight. He turned around...

A sword quietly pressed against his throat.

The sharp blade made him feel a bit more icy cold than a blizzard! As the sword appeared, a huge palm suddenly covered his mouth, dragged his palm backward, pulling him into the depths of the alley...

The fear of death appeared again, and things came too suddenly, making the little beggar unable to even think about countermeasures! In the blink of an eye, he was pulled into a dead corner in the alley by the hand. At the same time, the voice of a young man suddenly came from behind him-

"Boy, has the 'key' been chased? Say! Where is he now?!"

It sounded like a man in his twenties. His hand locked the little beggar was like the strongest iron chain, making him unable to move.

Just as the little beggar was trying hard to figure out how to deal with it, a familiar voice also came from behind him.

"Byron, wait!"

As the sound came, there was a sound of footsteps. Then, a young woman in a cloak surrounded her from behind. When she saw the little beggar's face, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Byron, he is not the 'key' person. He is the child I just told you."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and the blade against the little beggar's throat began to slowly move away. Just as his blade had just moved away, the little beggar suddenly broke free from the other party's restraint, jumped forward quickly for a few steps, and was about to escape immediately!

"Boy, although you are not the 'key' person, please stay here for a while."

The young man reached out and grabbed the little beggar's neck very easily, throwing it to death. The little beggar fell on the snow pile. Although it was not painful, his vigilance became even worse.

Now, he could clearly see the person in front of him. He was a handsome swordsman, about twenty-two or thirty-three years old. Although his clothes were ragged and covered with blood and dust, the exquisite workmanship and gold-inlaid buttons clearly meant that this person's identity was extraordinary.

But the most eye-catching thing on him may not be his clothes, but his waist. There are two scabbards around his waist, one of which has been unsheathed, and the precious and sharp blade is held in the man's hand. However, the sword in the other scabbard was locked by layers of chains, and it seemed impossible to pull it out. Moreover, the shape of the handle of the sword is very strange. The pattern at the hilt looks like a human bone, and there is a small round hole in the center. It is a sharp contrast to the sword decorated with the generous and upright sword in the man's hand.

The woman held the baby and stood behind the man with a snuggle. After the man looked at the little beggar carefully, he looked at the woman with a slightly puzzled look. After getting the woman's nod, he put away his sword.

"Did any suspicious characters appear during this time?"

The man took out a paper bag from his arms and opened it. It was a fragrant and delicate cake. The seductive fragrance drifted into the little beggar's nose, making his stomach, which was not too full, growl.
Chapter completed!