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Suddenly, Yan Jinghong's sword was filled with the meaning of the sword, which immediately enveloped the area of ten meters.

Mu Yu is also shrouded in Yan Jinghong's sword spirit.

Everything around has changed, in front of us is a very strange country.

What's more, Mu Yu turned into a boy less than ten years old with ragged clothes.

"Who am I? Where is this? "

Mu Yu seems to have lost his memory, walking blankly in the bustling street, where everything strange makes him fear.

"Gudu..."

Mu Yu's stomach growled, and hunger crept into his body.

"I'm so hungry. I want to eat."

Mu Yu was hungry and dizzy. He was weak for a while and couldn't lift his strength at all.

"What's the taste? It smells good. "

Already hungry, he suddenly smelled a smell of meat, and his stomach screamed louder.

Smell the fragrance all the way, the source of the fragrance is a steamed bun shop.

"Mom, I want to eat steamed buns."

An eight or nine year old girl, holding her mother's hand, pointed to the shop.

"Xiaoyue, my mother will buy it for you."

The mother fondled the little girl's forehead, then bought two steamed buns and handed them to the little girl.

"It's delicious."

The little girl bit a bun, showing the crescent moon, a face of enjoyment.

Mu Yu looks at the meat bag in the little girl's hand, and his saliva keeps flowing down.

"What are you looking at, little beggar?"

The little girl eating the meat bag suddenly found that Mu Yu, with yellow complexion and ragged clothes, had been staring at her tightly, and her face suddenly showed an unhappy color.

"I want to eat steamed buns, too. Give me one." Mu Yu looks at the little girl pitifully.

"You're a smelly beggar. You don't go to the garbage for food. You want to eat my steamed buns."

The little girl's face was full of disdain, and she was disgusted with Mu Yu.

Looking at the steamed bun in the little girl's hand, Mu Yu can only salivate.

Gradually, the hunger in his stomach has made him lose his mind.

Regardless of the consequences, he rushed directly in front of the little girl, grabbed the only half steamed bun left in the little girl's hand, and then swallowed it directly.

"You robbed my steamed buns. Why don't you die, you stinking beggar?"

The little girl looked very angry and yelled.

Her voice suddenly attracted her mother and the owner of the steamed bun shop.

"Mom, this smelly beggar robbed and ate my bun." The little girl began to cry.

"You smelly beggar, you robbed my daughter's bun. Damn it! Damn it

The mother heard the little girl cry, rushed over and pushed Mu Yu to the ground.

Mu Yu's head hit the floor hard, and the blood kept flowing down.

"He robbed my guest's steamed stuffed bun. Someone came and killed the smelly beggar!"

A few young and strong people rushed out of the bun shop, holding a few long sticks in their hands, mercilessly entertained Mu Yu lying on the ground.

"Pa pa pa..."

Mu Yu was beaten by them, curled up on the ground, black and blue, already weak, he was on the verge of death, the picture in front of him gradually blurred.

"Am I going to die?"

Although Mu Yu was confused, he also understood what death was like.

He didn't regret that he had just robbed the little girl of half a bun.

It was just a pity that half of the steamed stuffed bun didn't even taste, so he swallowed it.

At the moment, his greatest wish is not to survive, but to be a ghost.