Chapter 461: Unrequited Gratitude

Although Qingrao City is a rich city, there are still many beggars. It is true that beggars are pitiful. In the cold winter, a large number of them will freeze to death. ‘6’‘9’‘s’‘h’‘u’‘x’‘.’‘c’‘o’‘m’

The ruined temples in and outside the city are their main gathering places. In the cold weather, it is common for them to fight for a place to rest.

But if you say it is hateful, it is indeed hateful. Most of the guys who traffic in people, rob and steal are from them. Moreover, they have no household and no residence, so it is difficult to investigate.

As a result, they are extremely arrogant even though they have no money. There was a beggar on the street ahead. He passed by a bun shop and took a bun while the owner was not paying attention and left.

The owner of the bun shop cursed and rolled up his sleeves to chase for hundreds of meters. He hadn't caught up with the beggar yet, but when he looked back, he saw a few more beggars hiding in the dark, finding the right time to rush to the bun shop. They grabbed at least three or four buns in each hand, stuffed two in their mouths, and tucked two under their arms, and then fled quickly.

The owner of the bun shop, who worked diligently, lost more than a dozen buns before opening the stall, and he had a hard time.

The world was like this, what could he do, he could only think that he was unlucky and unlucky.

But the beggar who was chewing the buns, walking briskly, and looking back and laughing while running away, bumped into someone head-on.

The man was as steady as a rock and did not move at all, but the beggar was bounced several meters away, rolled several times, and the stolen bread was scattered all over the ground.

"Fuck you, you don't have eyes when you walk!" The beggar supported the ground with one hand and covered his head with the other hand, cursing angrily.

When he looked up, he finally saw who he bumped into. This person was tall, dressed in white, and looked as handsome as an immortal. The key was that he had a long sword on his waist.

Not easy to mess with... The beggar had this thought in the next second, and silently put away the iron needle hidden on the waist rope.

"Woo..."

At this time, a choking sound suddenly came from his side.

It turned out to be his companion, who had just fallen down, and the bun was stuck in the trachea, and he couldn't get it out.

Because of lack of oxygen, his face was black and purple, and beating his chest and stamping his feet was useless. Seeing this, the beggar companions who had just stolen with him took a few steps back.

No one was willing to rescue. It was Li Changxiao who flicked his finger lightly, and a transparent internal force shot into his chest.

The next second, the beggar coughed out the foreign body in the trachea, gasped, and his complexion gradually recovered.

"Little bastards, dare to steal the buns! I will beat you to death!"

The owner of the bun shop had given up the pursuit. Seeing this incident, he still couldn't let go of the anger in his heart, so he rushed over with a stick.

"Boss, how much are the buns? I'll pay for them." Li Changxiao looked at the bun shop owner.

The boss put away the stick, glanced at Li Changxiao suspiciously, and then stretched out his hand and said, "Twenty cents."

Li Changxiao gave twenty-five cents, and the boss's face eased. He kindly advised the white-clothed man who was so kind-hearted that he had too much money to use and used it to help beggars: "These beggars are greedy and lazy. If you help them once, they will pester you. I reminded you because I saw that you are a good person."

"You old bastard, what are you talking about? I think your eighty-year-old mother at home is lonely. Do you want your father to go to your house to play..." The beggar pointed at the bun shop owner and cursed.

The bun shop owner looked ugly and turned around last, out of sight, out of mind.

"Thank you, I know." Li Changxiao shouted at him.

The boss paused, looked back at the white-clothed man, nodded slightly, and returned to the bun shop.

On this street, his shop was the one that suffered the most from theft.

The cause of the incident was that a few years ago, he saw a beggar who was starving and cold while setting up a stall. He felt really pitiful, so he felt compassion and gave him a warm bun.

Since then, beggars often came to beg. In the first few months, he didn't mind it, but then more and more people came, and there was always a limit to kindness.

Later, he stopped giving alms. The beggar scolded him for being cold-blooded and snobbish, and even scolded his eighteen ancestors.

After that, beggars often harassed and stole... He couldn't drive them away. If time could go back, why would he do such a stupid thing?

There is an old saying in Qingrao City. It is better to give food to a street dog than to a beggar.

So when he saw the white-clothed savior, he couldn't help but remind him kindly. After all, he was kind by nature and didn't want to see others follow in his footsteps and be harassed by beggars from then on.

He thought the other party didn't listen, but he found that the other party seemed to know, but had his own plans. So he didn't pay any more attention, returned to the stall, and continued to sell.

Li Changxiao didn't think the boss of the bun shop was too talkative. As for human nature... Li Changxiao, who had peeped into thousands of dreams, understood it more thoroughly.

Besides, he was not a good guy who helped everyone.

"What's your name?" Li Changxiao looked at the beggar who bumped into him head-on.

His voice was flat, neither close nor distant, neither angry nor happy.

"My name is Liu Qier." The beggar laughed and said, "Brother, don't listen to the nonsense of that bastard who gave birth to a child without eyes. I'm not the kind of person he said."

"By the way, what's the name of your move just now? It's just a light flick of the finger, and it flew out with a whoosh."

"It's called the flower finger." Li Changxiao said as he walked.

Liu Qier chased after him, talking non-stop, rambling on about this and that, and just didn't want to leave.

He even enjoyed the future. How many story picture books are about beggars meeting masters and soaring to the sky from then on.

"Let me ask you a question. Where do most beggars gather in Qingrao City?" Li Changxiao asked.

"Beggar strongholds?" Liu Qier recalled for a moment, clapped his hands, and said, "I know that there are eighteen gathering points in Qingrao City, and there are about a hundred people in each gathering point."

"Are you buying people, or something else? I am good at it, and I don't mind being your guide."

Liu Qier asked in a servile manner: "I just don't know if you are willing to teach me one or two skills? If it is for face, we can become your disciples, right?"

As he said this, Liu Qier was about to kneel down, "Master, please accept your apprentice's greetings."

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't kneel down at all.

It was as if there was a breeze that held his knees tightly.

Li Changxiao didn't hear anything, or he didn't care at all. He walked lightly, putting away his true and false intentions, but he looked like a real immortal. He said lightly, "Lead the way, take me to various strongholds." He also gave Liu Qier ten copper coins as a guide fee.

Liu Qier looked at his back and muttered, "Master, so handsome."

Immediately, his eyes lit up, thinking that he must worship him as his master, maybe his fate will usher in a turning point.