But now, this monstrous hatred can only be buried in the bottom of my heart.

Because he can't do it at all.

He is so weak that he can't even beat Wang Erniu in the village.

The little freak lay on the ground, looking at the world in despair.

He didn't ask for help because he had tried countless times and knew no one would lend a hand.

Just like now, these onlookers all looked at him with shock and disgust.

They'll wonder why he's such a ghost, they'll despise him for being dirty and stinky, and they'll "view" him as if they're looking at something weird.

No one reached out, no one sympathized with him.

As if an ugly man like him deserved to be bullied like this.

The little monster made a ho-ho sound in his throat, and his fingers were firmly on the ground.

Everyone is afraid of his face and thinks that he is a freak and shouldn't live in this world.

But who are these people?

They wear a face that is prettier than themselves, but they do the same things as the devil.

nausea.

Disgusting!

Seeing that Jia Ding was getting closer and closer with the dagger, the little freak suddenly burst into flames, took the dagger from the opponent's hand when he was not prepared, and then stabbed the opponent blind in the eye.

"Ah-" the man screamed.

Taking advantage of everyone's attention being diverted, the little freak pushed the crowd away and ran desperately.

He hurt someone, and that person had something to do with the city lord. He didn't dare to go to the city lord's mansion for fear of falling into the trap.

The little freak is hiding in the beggar's den.

He dragged his wounds and crawled to an uninhabited corner, curling himself into a ball.

The body was bleeding and it was painful, but he didn't seem to feel the pain at all. There was no expression on the face covered with sarcomas, only one pair of eyes was dark, gloomy, and dead.

Some people wear gold and silver, and some people can't even live.

God is so unfair!

"This is Lao Tzu's territory, get away!" A beggar kicked over.

The little freak grabbed the wound and got up and ran, continuing to find another beggar's nest.

He should have left Syracuse, but he didn't.

The city is much better than the outside, at least he doesn't have to **** pig food from the pigs in the pigpen, and he doesn't have to **** fresh **** from the hounds.

As long as he hides his face and sees how thinly dressed he is, someone will throw him a steamed bun.

The little geek took out the wooden sign in his arms and looked at it, there were faint waves in his eyes, but they soon turned into two pools of stagnant water...

City Lord's Mansion.

Xu Xiaotang was lying on the ground, puffing out her chubby little butt, and was seriously looking at the precious wealth that his father left him - "Three Thousand World Handbook", and played the main thread of this world again.

"Kite~"

Nan Yuan yawned and lifted her eyelids lazily, "Huh?"

"Are we really not going to attack the villain's big boss? I heard from my father that this is the fastest way."

Nan Yuan lacked interest, "Don't go."

Maybe fast, but this method is too difficult for Nan Yuan.

Haha, let her face the paralyzed face to please the moody villain?

When she is her mother, the actress has a top body, and all kinds of roles are at your fingertips. There are three hundred and sixty-five different kinds of filming her father's rainbow fart.

Nan Yuan had a high-cold face on her face, but she spit out a lot in her heart.

Thanks to her father for giving her an awesome bloodline inheritance, and thanks to her mother for giving birth to such a paralyzed face, which saved her a lot of trouble.

As long as she went to that station and gave her a cold look, those ants would be frightened.

Seeing her sullen look, Xu Xiaotang immediately puffed up her small chest, "It's okay, Yuanyuan, we can do more good deeds, and after Yuanyuan saves many, many people, we can get a lot of faith and power. The value of merit, the accumulation of less becomes more, the same ~”

Xu Xiaotang took out another book with high spirits.

Title: Handbook of Our Lady of Practice.

Accidentally glanced at Nan Yuan who was on the cover:…

Nan Yuan couldn't help but reflect, was she too indulgent to this little brat?