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Most of the people in the City Lord's Mansion knew this kid who was dressed in shabby clothes. It would be nice if they didn't fight and get to know each other.

However, most of the servants were secretly discussing that since then, the Mayor's mansion would no longer be at peace. They could only hope that this foreign little ancestor would not cause such a ruckus within the mansion.

The world is full of nonsense, only the Saints are the shrewdest. This huge City Lord's Mansion had become a "sacred place" for the rich and powerful to flatter. That manager of various sizes was extremely busy. He was even thinking of taking advantage of this joyous occasion that would allow his master to reward him with a few taels of silver in order to support his family.

On the other hand, Little Qian didn't feel anything, nor did she feel any great joy or sorrow. She had experienced this life or death many times before. It was difficult for a beggar to sneeze on such a small matter, not to mention dealing with the people who came to deliver their gifts.

In the end, she was still a mature woman. Holding onto the little beggar, she said nothing to him. The little beggar seemed to be indifferent to anyone, but was only respectful to her. It must have been ten years ago, when Little Qian had followed the refugees south to this strange city.

They were unfamiliar with this place, and they didn't even know what kind of place it smelled like. The brilliant beggar was almost starved to death here.

During those days, the City Lord's Mansion teamed up with a few wealthy families (Okay, a threat. After having been 'warned' by 'Li Fan' to make an example of them a few times, these families were actually quite honest) to distribute the relief food to the City Lord's Mansion. Each person could get three steamed buns a day.

However, at that time, Little Qian could not even carry a gun, so how could she possibly get food from him? Sometimes, some kind old beggars would even give half of it to him, making him happy for a long time.

But there were vicious young refugees who bullied him when he was young. Not only did they steal half a steamed bun, they even wanted to snatch that cold and fiendish red tasseled gun from him. This was him trying to take Little Qian's life.

"Night of the Blizzard. You owe me a good head." That night, the young man in the temple fell asleep forever on the worn-out sheepskin coat.

Staring at his big boss's eyes, he probably couldn't forget the flash of cold light in his eyes. Little Qian's hands were still shaking. That was the first time he had killed someone, and the feeling was really repulsive.

As for why he had to thank this woman, it was probably because she had come to the city temple at night to take shelter from the rain. When she saw the wailing beggar, she could not help but feel soft in her heart.

Although there was a solid corpse beside her, the woman did not panic. Instead, she asked in a soft voice, "Child, are you hungry?"

Yet another person struggling in this chaotic world.

Little Qian nodded dumbly. Her clear eyes were like they were smeared with pink rouge, making people's heart ache. That night, the world lost a harmless head, and there was an additional youth playing the spear with warmth in his heart!

In the days to come, the woman would often come to this beggar, always sending fresh fruits and food and clothes the next day, but this beggar didn't wear them, saying, "You have to match your image." The woman's heart ached even more. Several times, he wanted to take him in as his foster son.

Unfortunately, this stinking brat had a temperament that was even more stubborn than a cow, and said that the time wasn't right yet. This brat did not disappoint and became the foster son of Mayor Li. If only she had a daughter. Marrying this kid, this woman wouldn't consider whether she was worthy or not. Before City Lord Li met this kid, she already had this plan in her heart.

No matter what happened in the City Lord's Mansion, it couldn't escape the ears of the City Lord. The old man with the heavy weight held his hands behind his back as he stood on the Dashing Wind Pavilion, overlooking the gushing wind river, which was rushing forward bravely.

"Old He, what do you think of this kid now?" This old man was so arrogant that he was not afraid of others overhearing him. Even if he did, no one in the city would dare to gossip about him.

The servant that always wore a black robe replied in a low voice, "A person with emotions is the most merciless. Young master can't be lacking in the name of travelling in the martial arts world …"

"It's not easy to get your recognition. I felt that this brat was a good person, he had the domineering aura that I used to have back then. "However, my name is indeed a problem, I can't keep calling it 'Little Flea' forever. If that old fogey over there finds out that the adopted son of mine is called by such a name, he'll laugh to death …" The old man in embroidered clothes straightened his body and raised his head to look towards the north.

Little Qian looked at the woman in front of her helplessly and could not help but let out a wry smile. He was only sixteen years old, how could he have reached the age where they could talk about marriage?

"Aunt Wu, I think that's what I think. Someone as outstanding as me is born with a natural beauty that's hard to give up on. All these years, even the heavens did not want to accept me. "

"Isn't there an old saying? 'The heavens are descending upon the saints, and they must first suffer the hardships of their will, starvation of their skin, and fatigue of their body'? I have tried all of these, and it means that I am definitely someone with great luck."

"According to the rumors, that Emperor Henggong, Liu Bang, had a Dragon Tiger Qi behind him. If he were to become a Qi Master now, he would definitely discover that the qi image behind me is extraordinary."

"I'll definitely be able to find several beautiful wives in the future and have them take care of you!" She even turned around to show it to Aunt Wu. It was okay to not see, to look, Aunt Wu could not help but cry. At such a young age, her body was already full of scars, which family would be able to bear such pain?

"Flea ah, you are already the adopted son of Mayor Li, you should change your name. Otherwise, Mayor Li wouldn't even know where to put his face."

Aunt Wu had already thought it through for you on the way here. You like to play with guns, one look and you can tell that you are going to be a general in the future, and guns always seem like you want to be used in the future, but when you call the gun in, it seems a bit tacky, I just wanted to say it. A few days ago, I read it again and again in the book. The woman rubbed the youth's head, not wanting to let him go.

Little Qian thought for a moment. "Aunt Wu, I think it's better to kill myself. You know I can see iron-like people even in my dreams. Besides, 'Why don't the guys bring Wu Gou along?" He did have a name, but if he used that name to travel in the martial arts world, he would be hanging on the wall of the city within a few days. That person would not allow him to live in this world.

Little Qian was lying on the woman's lap. She was not thinking about anything, but other than her own mother, there was no one else like Aunt Wu. She just wanted to sleep comfortably.

In the evening, Little Qian saw Aunt Wu off and followed the old servant named "Old He" to the Windwash Pavilion.

Little Qian'Er was quite perceptive. She felt that this old servant was even more powerful than her father, so she didn't dare to do anything that went against common sense.

Although he didn't have to be that cautious, his life was still rather precious after sailing for ten thousand years. Otherwise, Niu Gui and the others would have come for his life long ago.

Seeing this situation, the old man with a hand on his back felt very happy. On that day in the city's temple, he was not the least bit respectful. He joked, "You were not so well-behaved that day. Why are you so timid now?"

"This is my respect for experts. What do you know?"

"Old guy, don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you're my cheap father. Or else I'll let you experience what it means to have a spear come out like a dragon."

The old man stopped smiling, "Alright, let's talk about proper matters this time, I don't think it's appropriate for you to call yourself Little Flea. After all, you are a person with a lot of reputation in the future, when fighting with others, the other party would 'Tai', and call you by your name, 'Little Flea, look at my moves'!"

"You've already lost your mind before the fight has even begun, and you're still talking about the martial arts world? When the time comes, you'll cause horses to piss all over your body."

The youth firmly looked into the distance, "I have a name, it's Li Jin's Kill!"

The old man was a bit shocked. The 'destruction' and 'spear' resonated, and it seemed like this little brat had made up his mind to travel in the martial arts world. "Not bad, not bad, this name is truly domineering. I would even like to recite a poem here. My son, what do you think of the scenery here?"

"The sunset and the lonely ambition fly together, the autumn water is one and the same …"

"Speak human language …"

"What a magnificent river and mountain is like a head …"

The old servant behind him stared blankly at the youth's back, feeling that he was very similar to the general when he was younger and more frivolous.

Washing the tide in the Windy Pavilion, from then on, the Hidden Dragon ends up in the Abyss...