Han Shaer immediately remembered the great disciple of Jiannanmen who had been a bodyguard. Gou Shiyun had his leg broken and executed by Gou Shiyun for violating the Feng family. He was immediately filled with righteous indignation: "Then why should we keep him? Beat him to death with a stick!" Ling'er said: "Beat him to death.
, we are gone, what will happen to the three children? He has not committed a serious crime, and he may be able to change after being taught a lesson." Han Shaer said: "If you cripple him, I will cure him and keep the pot for cooking, so as not to smoke you," Ling'er stamped her feet
: "He is cooking a pot? Do you still want to eat the food? Anyway, Ling'er won't eat. Are you serious?"
The fair-skinned boy suddenly said: "Brother, I can cook a pot." Han Shaer nodded and went over to kick the old beggar: "Old bastard, I know how to cook a pot. It's useless to keep you. I will send you to hell!"
The old beggar turned on his knees and turned towards Han Shaer, kowtowed and slapped himself in the mouth: "Grandpa Miracle Doctor, please forgive me! I am not a human being, I am a bastard, the old beggar does not want to do evil, but his hands are itchy." After eating a few full meals, he started to have evil thoughts.
Damn, I can't spare this kind of person! Han Shaer shouted: "Chop whichever hand itches, chop it!" He took out his knife and tried to chop it - before yesterday's anger was gone, he thought of his terminal illness, so he changed his mind and kicked it again.
Kicked the old beggar: "Old bastard, if I don't kill you, I will cut your arms. You are about to be buried. It doesn't matter if you are a man or not, so as not to harm others."
The old beggar stood up and ran away. Han Shaer kicked him down, stepped on him, and cut out the tendons connecting the kidney yang with a knife. He condensed a little more golden fingers to eliminate the inflammation and completely turned into a terminal illness. He kicked again and said: "Get up.
Come on, don't pretend, just go and do what you have to do!" The old beggar stood up slowly, gouged out his eyes with resentment, and went to water the flowers.
Han Shaer waved: "Little girl, he won't mess with you anymore, otherwise, you call him grandma." The little girl nodded in understanding: "Yes! Big brother, he is not my grandfather." Han Shaer
Kneeling down: "Are you an orphan?" The little girl shook her head: "I'm afraid, they won't let me tell you. If I tell you, they will gouge out my eyes and cut out my tongue." Han Shaer put his little hand on his heart: "Little sister, don't be afraid. Tell your elder brother,
Who are they? Big brother destroyed them." The little girl said: "There were many of them, and Sanniang was so powerful, they were all beaten to death." The fair-skinned boy cried: "Sister, I want to go home." The little girl shed tears.
He coaxed: "Brother, don't cry. Sanniang is dead. Dad has no one to protect him and he can't survive. We have no family." Han Shaer became more and more suspicious: "Little sister, what is your father's name? Where is he from?"
The girl timidly said: "The school calls him Mr. Hua, and the place where my family lives is called Shengquan——" The old beggar cocked his ear, and the little girl stopped talking.
Han Shaer's head was buzzing. Could this son and daughter be the children of Hua Qingchi and Yu Yanzi, the younger brothers and sisters of the second mother, Hua Jiumei? Yes, nine years ago, my father prepared medicine for Yu Yanzi, and Yu Yanzi gave it as a gift.
The little girl is about eight years old, and the boy is about six years old, which matches perfectly! He opened his arms, picked up the two children, and whispered: "Little Ling'er will protect you from now on, no one has to be afraid, okay?"
The little girl said "Hmm" sensibly, but the boy was dishonest and cried out in pain, struggling to get off the ground. The gray boy asked for a hug, and Han Shaer was tired of the house and was so angry: "Go, go, find your grandma.
go."
The little girl also frowned a little. Han Shaer suddenly felt something was wrong. He put it on the ground and gently opened the boy's shirt. He couldn't help but shed tears.
The backs of the two children were covered with whip marks that had not yet formed scars - I was so careless, I just wanted to wake up and relax my blood when I was drowning, why didn't I lift up my clothes and take a look? How painful and scared they must be.