Suddenly there was a gust of gusts on the sky, and a large snowflake was rolling, and the sip of the streets stopped. The hawkers covered their hats and closed their mouths.

Pedestrians who cross the way down to shrink their shoulders, or their cats walk away, or look around for snow -retained snow.

Mu Qingyun has arrived, far away from the Qi family's slightly tall door wall.

It is covered with green moss, and it can be visible to gray and black stains.

Chen Yi yawned a young age: "This Qi family seems to have no popularity."

Yuncheng Martial Arts is also an old house. The life of the house can be compared with five Zhuo Yanfei, but anyone who sees the old house feels vibrant.

Unlike the Qi family, it doesn't seem to be many years. It has been built for ten years?

But at first glance, I ca n’t look at it carefully.

Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi led people to come slowly. Not far away, Mu Chengfei's probe peeping.

In the street ash, their colors are gorgeous, as if everything around it has become a foil.

Looking at this posture, it should be to go to Qi family.

Before the doctor came, Mu Qingyun reached out and held the child's hand, massaging him a little bit, and the true gas rolled slowly against the child's skin.

A little.

Even if it is Yue Qingqing, if you do it, you must not ignore the people of my chivalrous righteousness.

Everyone has been busy for a long time, and I did n’t eat at all. It ’s good to eat some soup noodles.

At a closer look, Chen Yi was shocked: "Where is the child!"

For a long while, the child finally said: "I saw it. A uncle, took a big sister to a far and far place."

A hawker who sells soup noodles beside him quickly said: "These things have not moved at least seven or eight days, and the small ones come to sell noodles every day."

With a few mouthfuls of porridge, the child was stiffly upside down, buried in a bowl, and ignored it.

Whispering, holding the bowl and licking.

In the alley in the Qi family, there were two crooked neck trees, and there were a pile of tattered hemp, haystacks, and some messy sheds.

Although he did come for this.

Not far away, Mu Chengfei stared at Mu Qingyun for a while, and his heart jumped.

But this is even more scary!

How did she win the wooden?

"Little brother, look at the opposite side, the family hanging on the wall, five days ago, the day when it was snowing for the first time, was there something special that happened?"

The child looked at her quietly and opened her mouth and laughed: "That big sister must have been to a good life."

It seems that this Yue Qingqing really has a great relationship with the Qi family. If they do the family, they will inevitably touch Yue Qingqing.

Walking, walking, Mu Qingyun suddenly.

He gritted his teeth and kept psychological preparation.

The hawker also had a cold sweat, and was afraid.

Mu Qingyun pulled his clothes and sat down: "Don't worry, sister, then half a bowl."

It's just that the outside is too cold. He blows in the cold wind for so long. There is no hotness. Even if you have a fever, you can't see it.

The child is obviously hungry for a long time, and it is not appropriate to give too much.

He never dreamed of it. One day he had the trouble of finding the female heroine herself for one day!

It's all Xing Zheng, a shady bastard. There must be a bottom line when making trouble!

Mu Qingyun's eyes were so sore that she quickly took off her cloak, wrapped the little boy layer by layer, and then briefly checked the child's physical condition.

Mu Chengfei knows Yue Qingqing, the most famous young master in the world recently, who wouldn't know about him?

Mu Qingyun was startled.

Mu Qingyun nodded, stood up and checked the small shack where the child lived. There were two earthen jars inside, one of which was clean and empty, and the other one still had half a jar of water left.

Chen Yi stretched out her hand to straighten Mu Qingyun's cloak: "Are you cold?"

While Chen Yi asked people to buy porridge, he ordered a junior brother and quickly went to find a doctor to come and take a look.

"Oh, if this goes on for a while, I will definitely freeze to death."

The exposed areas were all covered in frostbite.

Touching his forehead again, it felt cold, and his body was also cold, but looking at his eyes and tongue, Mu Qingyun knew that the child was having a fever.

In this pile of rags, huddled up was a little boy of seven or eight years old.

Mu Qingyun didn't know that someone was thinking about her not far away. Her attention was focused on the child. She pondered for a while, then she lowered her voice and asked questions to divert the child's attention.

"But this happened to me, hey!"

Mu Chengfei suddenly became a little nervous.

His left leg was probably injured by something like a trap, but the bone was only cracked, not broken, and everything else was fine.

Mu Chengfei instinctively froze his limbs for a moment. He moved his hand and the sword was half an inch away from its sheath before he stopped abruptly.

The little doll looked over blankly, raised his hand with difficulty, counted on his fingers for a long time, but said nothing.

As soon as the hawker had a bald mouth, he said a few words. Chen Yi winked, and a senior brother came over to take him away to discuss business.

The child looked over blankly, and Mu Qingyun did not urge him, but slowly massaged his acupoints.

This child was skinny, skinny, barefoot, his face was so dirty that it was difficult to see his facial features, his hair was disheveled, and he was wrapped in some dark, oily cloth.

Mu Qingyun stood up and looked around, then went to the porridge shop nearby and bought a bowl of porridge. He walked over and blew on the porridge and fed the child a few mouthfuls.

The heavy snow dyed this mass of things white, so the little black feet that were just exposed became more conspicuous.

Mu Qingyun waited for the little baby to eat another half of the bowl of porridge. The lifeless look on his face had faded a lot, and there was a faint light in his eyes. Then he asked half-coaxingly: "Little brother, how long have you been here?"

After seeing various traces again, she couldn't help but feel cold in her heart: "At least five days."

Mu Qingyun dismounted, walked over and lifted off the top layer of linen.

He sells noodles nearby, and if a dead person appears, the customers will definitely feel unlucky.

Mu Qingyun waved his hand and looked towards the street. This street was a little cleaner than ordinary small streets, but there were inevitably piles of stove ashes, broken bricks and tiles.

A gust of wind blew by, and he shivered violently. While shaking, he hid inside and looked at Mu Qingyun cautiously.

"My grandma said that my father, my mother, and my aunt all lived in better times. My grandma also passed away last month. The way they looked when they left was exactly the same as that big sister."

Mu Qingyun didn't expect that he could be so calm. He didn't lose his composure at all, and carefully led the child to describe the events of that night in detail.

After a few words, Mu Qingyun was sure that at least most of the arrested Xing Zheng was not lying.

Wang Mingzhu died in the Qi family.
Chapter completed!