The more he coughed, the louder heavier heaved, the saliva splashed all over the table, and the piece of meat he could not swallow fell back into the soup with a "thump".

I cooked mutton with a good pot of wine and it became disgusting immediately.

Xie Xuan glanced at it, looked disgusted, and subconsciously leaned back. A bitter cold wind kept blowing in through the gaps in the window lattice, and snow particles fell on his black clothes.

In the winter of Leizhou, heavy snow is blocked by the city, and the wind is like a knife that blows bones.

But Xie Xuan didn't feel cold.

He just stood in front of the broken window with gaze, waiting for everyone to die.

A person's life span is just a piece of cinnabar.

Born as a human being, you will always die.

He bent his index finger and gently tapped the wall - "Snatch, take it."

The cough gradually subsided.

The woman rubbed her son's back hard: "This child! Why are you anxious? Eat slowly, this big pot of meat belongs to you!" She said, stretching out her free hand and put all the mutton into his bowl.

Seeing this, the fat man grinned and smiled.

The man sitting opposite him was unhappy: "Eat, you know what to eat, what to eat?"

The little fat man looked at his father, curled his lips, and moved the meat bowl to his mouth.

The man slapped the table with chopsticks, slamming the already crooked wooden table: "If it weren't for me, where would you eat meat?" He stood up, kicked the stool back, and started to curse, "It's all for nothing!"

The pot of mutton that he finally got was saliva soup before he could eat a few bites.

The more I thought about it, the more annoyed he became, the man turned around and walked towards his little daughter in the corner.

"What are you looking at? Get out quickly and wash your clothes!"

When Zhong Miao saw him coming, he hurriedly shrank into a ball: "I, I've washed..."

For example, her mother is even more afraid of her father.

My father has a worse temper and stronger strength.

She didn't want to be beaten by her father at all: "Dad, I've really washed all the time..."

The little girl lowered her head and her voice softly.

But the man stepped forward and kicked.

He didn't care whether he had washed his clothes or not. He was just angry and unhappy, and wanted to find a way to vent his hair. It was also appropriate for his brother to make a mistake and be the younger sister to be punished.

My son is a treasure at home, and he is reluctant to do it, but his daughter is different.

As long as you don’t hurt your face, you can always sell it if you raise it.

He cursed and kicked again.

The thin A Miao fell to the ground with a sob.

The little fat man on the table laughed.

Such a home is her only home. The young A Miao lay on the ground, and she was so painful that she couldn't shed tears. She screamed sadly: "Save me...Save me..."

The mother who was eating vegetables heard her voice and frowned: "Damn girl, why are you quarreling?"

She has always been honestly beaten and never called for help, but why did she never finish calling today?

"If you are noisy, be careful I will twist your tongue with the scissors!"

The mother at the wooden table stared at her eyes and scolded her sternly.

Save her? Who saves her? There are no outsiders in this room.

The woman's eyes suddenly changed a little. She found that A Miao's words "Save me" were not for them to hear. The little girl's eyes were constantly looking at the window.

She grabbed the chopsticks and slowly turned her face to the side.

The window was empty and there was nothing.

The wind and snow hit the window, making a rustling sound.

A Miao murmured like a kitten.

The woman suddenly withdrew her gaze and threw the chopsticks in her hand: "What a stinky girl, why don't you shut up quickly!"

But I don’t know if it was because of panic or annoyance, the chopsticks she threw out lost their accuracy.

With a "clang", the chopsticks fell at the husband's feet.

The man blushed and scolded loudly.

The room started to make noise.

Xie Xuan raised his hand and covered his ears.

After arguing, don’t they all die in the end? He thought in his mind how long it had passed. Why did these people not die? It was so slow, Xie Xuan thought.

"Save, save me..."

The little girl on the ground was still staring at him.

Her voice was as faint as if it would disappear the next moment, but her eyes were wet, and she kept following him.

Sure enough, this girl could see him.

The cold wind thrust on his back, and Xie Xuan left the window.

In theory, if he did not show up on his own initiative, mortals would not see him, but occasionally someone would feel his existence. However, like this child, he had never encountered someone who saw him and asked him for help.

With her hands crossed her chest, Xie Xuan leaned against the wall and met her eyes.

"Save...save...I..."

She squeezed words out from the gap between her teeth one by one.

The pain made her look pale.

Xie Xuan remembered the cause of death written in the Book of Life and Death.

The thin little girl in front of her was about to die at the hands of her father. The continuous beating was a slow and painful torture for a child who was already weak and hungry.

Xie Xuan watched coldly.

Why do stupid people ask God for help?

Gods are all ruthless guys.

For them, people are not at all different from grass.

Just like a human being, he can listen to an ant and care about what it wants?

No.

People will never respond to the ants' prayers.

Xie Xuan heard her voice getting lighter and softer.

Destiny only allows her to live until she is eight years old, and she should accept her fate. After going to Guixu and forget everything, maybe life will be happier.

But she fell to the ground, trembling, begging him over and over again, but refused to accept his fate.

She should have known clearly that the person in front of her was not a guest, so why did she ask him for help? That look was like a drowning person finally met driftwood.

Compared with the two, Xie Xuan's eyes were as cold as a knife, and there was no sign of melting.

He walked over and looked at her condescendingly.

"I won't save you."

At that time, he did not realize that from the moment he opened his mouth and made a sound, he failed.

The ruthless god has responded to the wish of grass mustard.

The winter wind and snow blew away his destiny.

Xie Xuan put down his hand and went to see the young girl in the sun.

The morning sunlight made the tiny hairs on her face shine. Such an unparalleled and healthy appearance was something Zhong Miao could never imagine at that time.

He was a little confused.

The girl holding the fishing rod frowned: "Why don't you say anything? Don't like it, don't want it?"

"I didn't say a word, why did I just like it but don't want it anymore?" Xie Xuan came back to his senses and smiled.

Zhong Miao turned his face away and stopped looking at him: "Don't you remember? What did you say when I carved a seal for you the first time. You said that the word was engraved crookedly and wasted a piece of Tianhuang stone. It would be better not to carve it."

Xie Xuan touched his nose and coughed twice.

Zhong Miao threw away the fishing rod and stood up: "Forget it, do you want to carve it on the left and right? I'll keep it myself. I'll save it for you, and you'll throw it away."
Chapter completed!