She had no way to touch anyone, just like a person from another world. Now An Xiaoruo finally knew how painful it was for An Xiaoruo to stand by and watch, and it was extremely cruel.
An Xiaoruo watched Gong Jingling cry, but had no way to comfort him.
The night is getting darker, under the orange light, a thin figure is huddled in a few rags, the cold wind is blowing, he is very cold, really cold, without anyone's care, but he has to work hard to survive.
Suddenly, a group of people ran over from not far away. They were also in tatters and had disheveled dirty hair. Their faces could not be seen clearly. Although An Xiaoruo could not feel all the changes in the things around him, he could clearly see the changes.
I know that these people are definitely not good people.
Xiao Gong Jing Ling may have been too tired, so he never noticed it. Instead, he fell into a deep sleep. The group of people approached Xiao Gong Jing Ling, and immediately showed a fierce look on their faces, and kicked him hard.
The thin and huddled body,
"This kid still dares to fight for our territory. He is simply reckless." The leader, the beggar with disheveled hair and ragged clothes, glared fiercely at the dark mass covered by rags at his feet.
"Boss, I've long disliked this little guy. I've warned this little guy a long time ago, but he still dares to stay on our territory. Do you want me to take care of him!!"
The slightly thin man next to him, with his back hunched over in flattery, was simply outrageous.
The leading man turned his head and glanced at the humble and flattering man. He immediately found a comfortable place to sit down, resting his head on his hands, and shouted: "Hurry up and clean up. Don't disturb my sleep."
"Yes..." The extremely wretched-looking man winked at the beggars behind him.
The beggars surrounded Xiao Gong Jingling and started beating and kicking him.
"You are crazy!!!! Stop!! Stop!! He is just a child!!!"
An Xiaoruo screamed and rushed over to stop all this from happening, but she passed through the group of people again, as if it was an illusion that An Xiaoruo could not touch.
An Xiaoruo watched helplessly as the group of beggars punched and kicked a helpless child. The eight-year-old child was so thin and sick. How could they treat him like this!
!
"Gong Jing Zero...Gong Jing Zero..."
No matter how much An Xiaoruo screamed, they made no move to stop. Tears quickly fell down from the corners of their eyes. Why, why, you want me to see all this but can't stop it, why are you so cruel?
An Xiaoruo saw one of them actually picked up a wooden stick and was about to hit Gong Jingling's head. An Xiaoruo screamed and his eyes went dark. He opened his eyes and saw a completely closed room, and several items.
With simple furniture, An Xiaoruo raised his eyes and saw the handsome young man sleeping beside him.
An Xiaoruo shook Gong Jing Ling beside him with some fear: "Gong Jing Ling wake up!!! Gong Jing Ling wake up!!"