007, Blizzard Night ()

"Who are you...?!Why...attack us!"

When the man saw his wife's pain, his heart was as if he was squeezing. He shouted out loud.

A smile appeared slightly on the corner of his mouth under the cloak. He walked to where both of them could see him, bowed slightly, and said, "Please allow me to introduce myself first. My name is 'Lock'. I am the leader of the 'Key' organization."

"Key... lock...? I don't remember offending you... my wife probably didn't! I haven't even heard of your organization! Why... suddenly poisoned us... and destroyed our home, killed my parents, and chased us?!"

The cape man did not answer immediately. His eyes slowly moved on the two of them. After scanning them, he seemed a little disappointed and said, "I did not chase you. As long as you are willing to hand over the things, I will apologize to both of you immediately and ask the best doctor to treat them. However, five days ago, I just came to visit and expressed my intentions, and the two servants and servants immediately faced each other. I was just defending myself."

"Self-defense?! You came on the day my wife gave birth and said...I asked me to give you my newborn son. Is this called self-defense???!!!!"

"Yes." A sneer appeared on the corner of the cloaked man's mouth, "I don't think you know the importance of your son to our organization at all. He is the Holy Son and is a very important part. In order to compensate, I even brought a lot of rewards. But the two of you didn't appreciate it at all."

The man spit out a mouthful of blood, and he cursed, "Bad! What a holy son, I don't understand what you are talking about!"

"Of course you don't understand. In fact, the title of "Son of Holy Son" is not correct enough. It should be called "Kingfisher."

"Kingfisher? What does it mean!"

"Haha, you don't need to know. Now tell me where your children are? And where is your family sword?"

The man spat at the cloaked man and kept silent.

The cloaked man's face slightly darkened. He turned around, stepped forward to the woman with big strides, and waved his hand gently. Four minions walked around again, held the four spears that nailed the man to the ground, and stabbed them hard again.

The man screamed, and the wound that was originally frozen by the ice and snow broke again, and his body began to twitch, looking very painful.

The woman saw her husband's miserable situation and closed her eyes and couldn't bear to look at it anymore. She cried, and tears passed through her beautiful face and turned into ice crystals as it dripped to the snow.

"Okay, virtuous wife. To reduce your husband's pain, please tell me where your child is now and where that sword is."

"No! Lan, don't tell him! You must not say it! Woo... Woo wow ah ah ah!!!"

Two more spears stabbed down the man's shoulders. His body was like fragile foam, and he could not stop the cold spear from piercing.

The cape man grabbed the woman's hair, pulled her eyelids open, and forced her to look at her husband's painful appearance.

"Come on, tell me where the child is. You are still young. Although you are very strong in terms of strength, you are still just newly married couples. Did you see that? Your husband is crying in pain, but as long as you tell where our Son is, you can save your husband."

The woman closed her mouth tightly, and as she watched, there were more and more spears on the man's body, and the position he stabbed was getting closer and closer. Her heart was broken, and her heart hurt even more than the pain she suffered...

"Come on, tell me the story. Then give me the Holy Son. Although you will lose this first child, you still have capital and time, and you can give birth to a second and third ones. Wouldn't it be too aggrieved to give up your own and your husband's lives for a mere child who can be replaced at any time?"

The tone of the cape man was gentle and peaceful, full of temptation. The woman's lips were trembling, and her will was about to collapse. Finally, she slowly opened her mouth...

"Not to say it! Lan, that's our child, I will never hand over my flesh and blood to anyone!"

More than ten spears had been nailed to the man's body, but he still shouted loudly. It was the man's cry that made the woman finally make her final decision.

"Bastard, I will never hand over the child to you...you go to die!"

The woman scolded the first swear words of her life. She also spitted out her last saliva and sprayed it on the face of the cloaked man.

The cape man's hand was released. He stood up straight, and his cold expression was no longer docile. At this moment, the woman knew that the last moment for him and her husband had finally arrived.

"Byron...If I have the next life... I will still be your wife..."

"Lan...lan...lan--!!lan-!!"

With a wave of the cloaked man's hand, two famous minions walked forward and inserted their swords into the heart of the couple...

The dark snowstorm was still blowing, and the crystallized snowflakes flew into the air with red liquid. Everything was quiet in the alley...

After the members of the keys packed up the bodies, several subordinates of higher ranks walked to the cloaked man, knelt down, and waited for instructions. After pondering for a moment, the cloaked man immediately issued an order.

"The two of them had left our investigation website after entering Senag, so they must have hid the Holy Son and the Sword. They went to investigate the city, and brought them back to me, regardless of gender, no matter how young babies are."

"But..." one of the men asked, "Dear Master, didn't the swordsman say that their children are men?"

"Hmph." The man in the cloak sneered, raised the skull on his left hand and played with it carefully, "He said he was a son or a son? Why can't he be a daughter? Go find me, and if you resist, you will be killed without mercy."

"yes!"

With a wave of response, the subordinates immediately scattered with their minions and began to look for their Holy Son.

The sound outside... was lighter.

The noise gradually disappeared, leaving only the sound of snowflakes slapping against the lid of the trash can.

The little beggar held his breath and still shrank in this garbage can with a rotten smell. It was damp, dark, cold, but extremely safe. He would not walk out rashly until he was sure that there was nothing outside.

Time, tick, tick, tick...

It was already late at night. The darkness outside had swallowed all the light and there was no movement anymore. After a while, even the sound of snowflakes slapping the lid disappeared.

The little beggar didn't know if the snow outside had stopped or if he was almost at his limit. His feet were stuck in the sewage, and the cold had frozen his feet into ice.

How is that little baby girl?

The little beggar lowered his head and gently pulled the cloth covering the baby girl's head with his teeth...

Is it because of the cold? Her face turned red again. After hesitating for a moment, the little beggar lowered his head and touched the little baby girl's forehead with his forehead...

Very hot.

She had a high fever again.

The little beggar looked at the baby girl in his arms coldly. At this moment, his heart had become extremely calm. He knew what he should do at this moment. He should immediately throw the sick baby away and go back to his home. He brought the baby girl over for no reason just now, but even the idiotic person knew that he would not be able to take the baby girl around.

Thinking of this, the little beggar's left hand, which was holding the baby girl tightly, began to slowly release her. He stuffed her into the pile of garbage...

“Woo…”

...In the quiet trash can, there was a slight whimper, but it seemed so loud.

The little beggar's hand is about to release. Is it because he has left the warm embrace? The little baby girl's eyes slowly opened at this time...

Green.

She has a pair of green but extremely tender eyes.

These eyes looked at the little beggar with a very weak look. She knew nothing but knew how to look at him like this.

"call……"

The light breath seemed to be as weak as if it wasn't. The little baby girl's forehead was already burning hot. She closed her eyes tiredly and fell asleep again. But compared to her, who was about to leave the little beggar's arms and was stuffed into the deep garbage dump, her little hands were tightly grasping the cradle, and her small body was trembling...

The hand stopped in the air. No emotion could be seen in the cold eyes. Time was still walking, and the wind and snow outside were still blowing...

Ten minutes passed again.

The little beggar's eyes were always observing the movement outside through the gap in the lid of the trash can. However, his left hand was curled, hugging a bag that he shouldn't have been hugged tightly. And in the middle of the bag, a very slight breathing sound was emitted...

It seems safe.

The little beggar's feet were frozen with a piece of stinky water. His legs were completely out of consciousness. If he didn't leave, he would be frozen to death.

Facing the blizzard, the little beggar raised his right hand... Only then did he realize that he had always held something on his right hand.

The danger just now made him forget this thing, but now he had a few seconds to observe. Through the snow light reflected outside the trash can, the hilt of a sword was locked heavily by chains, and it seemed impossible to pull it out. Moreover, the black long sword with a scabbard that was almost longer than the little beggar's body appeared in front of him.

The little beggar stared at the sword coldly. After three seconds, the survey was completed. He didn't need such a weapon that was easily exposed, so he decided to sell the sword tomorrow. As for the man's advice, the little beggar ignored it at all.

Yes, he didn't take it seriously at all...

"Come on."

The sound came from his right hand as the little beggar was about to push open the lid of the trash can. Then...
Chapter completed!