That night, he was severely beaten by his incompetent and cowardly father.

The Prime Minister Wang's family also sent someone to warn Lu Xiaoyao not to look for his young lady again.

Lu Xiaoyao felt bitter in her heart, and finally refused to accept it, so she went to find her childhood sweetheart named Wang Xue.

When he saw it, Wang Xue had a look of contempt, indifference, and anger.

At that moment, the appearance of the sweet little girl before was quietly broken in his heart.

Lu Xiaoyao was lost for a long time.

A corner of the beauty in the young man's heart is missing.

Originally, Lu Xiaoyao thought that his future years would be much calmer.

But he was wrong, completely wrong.

Maybe...his birth was a kind of torture.

The royal family let him go, and the Wang family did not do anything to him.

But...his biological father gave him unforgettable pain.

Lu Xiaoyao actually has an extremely powerful bloodline. Even he doesn't know what kind of bloodline it is, but he knows that because this bloodline is too strong, it cannot be awakened in a short time.

Because Chen Xuance told him that his bloodline was very strong and would be coveted by many people! At that time, Lu Xiaoyao didn't listen and thought Chen Xuance was talking nonsense.

But it wasn't until his coward father cut out his bloodline and threw him into a dark alley that he finally understood.

The Kingdom of Tianzi is prosperous, but there are also places of despair.

In the northeast corner, this place is a famous slum, where all the beggars and homeless people in the Tianzi Kingdom gather.

Lu Xiaoyao's clothes were in tatters and he was holding a cane in his hand.

His hair was disheveled and his appearance was ruined.

As for his cultivation... How could he have any cultivation? His whole body was crippled.

Now he is just a beggar.

At this moment, he has three steamed buns in his arms, which he came from begging for today.

"Brother, brother, I'm hungry..." A little boy with tattered clothes and a yellow face ran over and stared at Lu Xiaoyao eagerly.

Lu Xiaoyao did not hesitate and handed a steamed bun to the little boy.

The little boy was so happy that he took the steamed bun and ran away.

But soon, the little boy came with a man with a fierce look on his face.

"Father, there are steamed buns on him!"

the little boy yelled.

"boom!"

Lu Xiaoyao was beaten to the ground. The man savagely snatched away the remaining two steamed buns and spat at him.

Lu Xiaoyao looked in a trance, with a bit of numbness.

Does he care?

Maybe! But, so what?

Lu Xiaoyao returned to the place where he had stayed for the past few months, a small shabby thatched cottage.

From a distance, a little girl ran over and looked at Lu Xiaoyao expectantly.

There are...too many orphans here.

The little girl is just one of them, living next to Lu Xiaoyao.

Occasionally, Lu Xiaoyao would give her a steamed bun.

Lu Xiaoyao trembled, looking at the little girl's dirty face and bright eyes, inexplicably speechless.

The little girl was obviously very sensible and saw that Lu Xiaoyao had no steamed buns on him.

A sweet smile appeared on her face and she said: "Brother, I picked a lot of wild vegetables today. I don't know how to cook them. Please help me."

Lu Xiaoyao hesitated.

"Brother, hurry up, I'm hungry."

The little girl shook Lu Xiaoyao's hand.

"Didn't you say you wanted to take me to see how big and beautiful the Night City is..." Lu Xiaoyao couldn't stop trembling.

He had never been so numb when he first arrived.

He hoped that someone would come to help him.

He hoped that this was all just a dream.

He even hoped that this was just a joke played by God on him.

At that time, he talked a lot to the little girl.

He forgot.

But the little girl remembered.

Lu Xiaoyao choked even more, hugging the little girl and crying loudly.

He has lost everything.

I once yearned for sword-fighting to the end of the world, I once yearned for a carefree world... But now, everything is gone.

He can't leave this night city.

This is a cage that imprisons him deeply.

"Brother, don't cry, don't cry..." The little girl panicked and patted Lu Xiaoyao with her little hands.

"Well, if you don't cry, brother, I will help you cook wild vegetables..." Lu Xiaoyao swallowed more.

He knew that from now on he would live another life.

Maybe it's dark, maybe it's hard, maybe it's hopeless.

But he will live after all.

far away.

Su Xuan's white clothes are as white as snow, which is incompatible with this place.

His face looked a little indifferent.
Chapter completed!