~： The first year story 015, the city of sin

After changing the diaper, the little baby girl feeling comfortable fell asleep again. The little beggar held her with a relieved expression on his face. The little girl next to her looked at this scene and felt it was incredible.

The little beggar turned his head away, matched the little girl's gaze, and the little girl turned her head and stopped looking. Now, the baby girl issue is resolved. That said, is that bad guy starting to deal with himself?

The little girl imagined how the little beggar would deal with herself. Although she didn't know much about that aspect, in the dimness, she also realized that something very bad would happen to herself. Therefore, she held her hands on important parts of her body, and her hands tightened...

However, a package was thrown in front of her.

"Put it on."

The little girl looked up and saw that little beggar walked in front of her again. It's really strange. He doesn't look bad when he is holding the baby girl, but why is he so fierce when facing himself?

However, facing the dagger, the little girl did not dare to think too much. She freed her hand in a posture without revealing her body and opened the package. Inside, is a set of clothes ranging from headwear to shoes. Take a closer look...it seems to be...lace...maid clothes?

"What is this? What are you going to do to me!"

The little girl shouted alertly.

To her question, the little beggar only answered two words.

"interest."

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There is no doubt that today is undoubtedly a disaster day for this little girl. She succumbed humiliatingly under a dagger. But the coldness of winter left her no choice. Now that it’s better to wear clothes than to be naked and continue to be seen by this bad guy, right?

"Turn...Turn your head away!"

Of course the little beggar did not obey the little girl's order. He just stood there, holding the dagger, waiting for the little girl to act. Seeing that her order was useless, the little girl burst into tears again, sobbing, she found her underwear and underwear from the pile of clothes, and put it on.

The little beggar watched her until she put on all the clothes in the package. Including a short lace skirt, black tights, headwear, and shoes the same color as her hair. Just when the little girl was very disgusted with these clothes on her body, the door closed again.

In the dimly lit room, there were no figures of the little beggar and the little baby girl. Suddenly being left behind, the little girl felt a panic of fear. She rushed to the door and pulled it hard, only to find that the door had been locked from the outside. And she was also locked in this room.

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The dim and narrow aisle forms the most suitable atmosphere here. The old wooden floor creaked and the nameplates on the doors on both sides of the aisle were covered with mottled rust.

The little beggar was holding the baby girl, holding the key in his arms, and walking forward step by step. Gradually, someone started to come from the other side of the aisle. Without exception, they are all men and women.

The little beggar cleared the aisle and let the men and women pass. Each of the women dressed up very coquettishly, and the tone of speech was full of debauchery and temptation. The man's hands were not very well-regulated, and he touched the woman's chest and between her legs before the door opened. After the door was closed, the roaring screams and heavy breathing sounds echoed through the thin door and above the aisle.

The more you walk, the stronger the sound on both sides, full of obscene smell. The smoke ring from the man's mouth surrounds the top of the aisle, making the small aisle seem to be covered with a layer of mist. The little beggar lowered his head, pulled up the baby girl's swaddle, covered her nose a little, protected her, and walked out of the aisle.

The collision of messy music and beer, coupled with the noisy shouting, constitutes the unique scenery of the pink girl at night. This place is bigger than other pubs, and the women here are hotter than other pubs. The crimes of robbery and murder secretly planned in the dark corner are more serious than other taverns. For nothing else, it is because this is a pink girl, a place where crimes are concentrated and there is no law or morality.

The little beggar bent over and crawled like a bug on the floor where the woman's writhing **** and the man's spit. Even though the surrounding air is hot and people dance like summer under the influence of red lights and alcohol, the little beggar's eyes still remain cold as ice and snow, silently searching for his target.

On the stage of the pub, stripped dancers are dancing **** dance. Her slutty, lewd, seductive body attracted countless hungry wolf-like eyes below. Suddenly, a man was pushed onto the stage surrounded by the crowd, he looked a little embarrassed, and even blushed when he faced the naked girl in front of him.

"Come on! Go and tear her down!"

"Brother! Now is the time for you to forget your stone wife! Go, go!"

The naked woman stood on tiptoes, wrapped her snake-like hands around the man's neck, and walked around him. Sexy and slender thighs rubbed his lower body, seducing his lust. Finally, under the temptation of the naked girl and the hot atmosphere around, the man picked up the naked girl and pushed it on the steel pipe on the side of the stage. He took off his pants anxiously, he didn't even need foreplay, and went straight in front of so many people.

Under the stage, people cheered. Enjoy the performance above that has been accustomed to. After the little beggar glanced at the naked girl, he focused on the baby girl in his arms.

"Fifteen years... or twelve years later, she will become the woman dancing on it, right?"

The dimmed voice sneered in his mind. The little beggar glanced at his right arm, the blood pupil secretly revealed a red light, and looked at him mockingly. After the little beggar was silent for a moment, he raised his head again. And this time, he finally found his goal.

The fox was sitting in a dark corner, drinking wine and watching the "play" on the stage. He watched it very vigorously. Even though he had seen many of these scenes, different people took the stage to exercise each time, and he acted as an observer to quietly appreciate the scene of these people twisting their bodies, which always interested him.

The little beggar lowered his head and then disappeared into the darkness. He did not come forward to ask for payment, and the key of the room was carefully held in his arms. He knew that he was not facing a good person. No, to be precise, there are no good people in the world. Therefore, he would never just come forward rashly to ask for compensation. Because the result of this can only make himself passive, it is more likely that after 30 minutes, his corpse will be thrown into an icy trash can and become food for rats and cockroaches.

Excellent patience is one of his ability to survive. The little beggar hugged the baby girl in his arms and quietly walked around to the side of the bar. After seeing a person drinking the soda in the glass in his hand, he quietly stole the glass, poured the ice, and released some hot water in the barrel with hot water on the side of the bar. He waited until the temperature of the hot water went down before he fed the water little by little to the baby girl in his arms.

The little lips touched the warm liquid, and immediately opened his mouth and drank greedily. She was really thirsty and very hungry. Maybe the water can't really cure her fever and hunger, but it can make her feel better.

"Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The little girl smashed her mouth and stopped drinking. Excess water droplets slid across her cheek along her lips, and the little beggar put down the cup, stretched out his right hand, and gently wiped the water droplets on the snow-white skin.

When the rough fingers touched the tender skin, the little baby girl seemed to feel something and opened her eyes. The bright aquamarine eyes looked at the little beggar who was holding him, and at his hand entangled in chains.

"Woo~~ah~~~"

The little baby girl struggling to stretch out her hand from the swaddling, two thin hands grabbed the little beggar's fingers. Her hands are so small, their soft fingers are almost the size of a little beggar's fingernail. She kept whimpering, holding the little beggar's fingers, and looking at the person who was going to sell her with emerald eyes.

The little beggar was silent. He was already very thirsty, and the liquid in the glass next to him made him want to drink it all at once. But his fingers were caught...Although the strength of the little girl is really nothing, but her hand grasps her own fingers, as if she intends to never give up the touch...

At this time, Dimie opened the blood pupil. Devilish eyes stared at the little baby girl, then...

"Oh, interesting."

The red light enveloped the little baby girl, but could not offset the green light in her eyes. In response, Dim Mi let out a sneer.

"Children who are too young really don’t know what terrible is. This kind of thing that only knows about eating and sleeping is no different from a pig. By the way, there seem to be many wild dogs on the street? Throw her to those wild dogs that are extremely hungry. See if she can show such a leisurely look when her arm or calf is bitten off."

The little beggar looked at the baby girl's eyes still indifferent and without emotion. He gently pulled out his hand, picked up the glass, and drank the remaining liquid in one gulp. It was at this time that the best moment he was waiting for finally arrived.

A man in his forties walked into Pink Girl with two glamorous women in his left and right arms. His clothes are glamorous, which is absolutely different from the other fun seekers here. Almost as soon as he walked in, the unique style of dressing in the rich family aroused the interest of many people waiting for prey in the corner. And that man was obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp. Behind him were four bodyguards wearing cloaks. Judging from the protruding part of the waist under their cloaks, everyone was an excellent swordsman.