After He Yidao left, the Blood Buddha stood respectfully outside the door and asked, "Master, are your injuries better?"
"Better."
Blood Buddha stood at the door for a while, as if to confirm that the man in the room was really fine and had nothing to give him.
"Then my subordinate resigned." Blood Buddha was about to leave.
"Wait." The voice from inside the room stopped him.
"What else is going on, Master?" Blood Buddha asked.
"Do you think that boy just now looks like the same person?" someone in the room asked.
"A person? I don't know who you are talking about." Blood Buddha said.
"Forget it, you go back first."
Blood Buddha hesitated a little and stayed outside the door for a long time without leaving.
"Do you have any questions?" the person in the room asked, noticing that he hadn't left.
"I don't understand why you didn't let me do anything to the boy just now." Blood Buddha was puzzled.
"I said you would die, do you believe it?"
"Subordinate... letter."
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He Yidao left the casino and walked toward the east of the city. He planned to visit the medical clinic.
On the street, there was still an endless flow of people. As he walked on the street, he was overwhelmed by the bustling flow of people. After all, he was still just a child and was not very tall.
The adults around looked at this child walking alone on the street with strange eyes. They couldn't figure out why this handsome boy was walking alone on the street without his parents. They also didn't expect that this boy no longer had his parents.
Feeling the strange looks from around him, and some even giving them a malicious look, He Yidao was thinking about whether to buy a bamboo hat to cover his childish face, so that he could look good.
If you are more mature, you can block people's attention.
He Yidao was about to buy a bamboo hat when he suddenly noticed that the crowd in front of him suddenly gathered, surrounding a group of people. Needless to say, they must be watching the excitement.
He Yidao originally didn't intend to join in the fun, but he heard a voice.
A familiar voice.
"Don't come over! Don't come over, all of you!" Among the crowd, a person yelled at the top of his lungs. The voice was rough and he was a man.
"Hey, where did this lunatic come from?" the people around said.
"I don't know, we haven't seen a madman here for a long time."
"Grandpa, what's wrong with this man?" A child asked, holding his grandfather's hand.
"Maybe he was stimulated. It's okay, don't be afraid." The grandfather looked at the child and said with a smile.
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"Stay away from him, be careful of him suddenly going crazy. Crazy people don't care about life or death. If he bites your ear off, you won't be able to reason with him." A kind-hearted person reminded him.
"What is a lunatic afraid of? Look at his bear-like appearance, he doesn't dare to lift his head when he sees anyone." A lame young man pointed at the lunatic huddled in the corner and mocked.
It seems that anyone can learn to bully the weak and fear the strong, just like observing words and emotions, some villains are not born with it.
"Get out of the way." A young man's voice came from behind the young man.
The voice was calm, but it had an irresistible majesty. For a moment, the young man was frightened and quickly moved out of the way.
When the lame man saw clearly that the voice came from the mouth of a child, and he timidly stepped aside, he felt angry. He felt shameless and looked at the young man in front of him with a fierce look in his eyes.
Some people are like this. I don’t know why, but they may hate you just because of a word. If that person has no impact on you, you should ignore him. If he doesn’t understand...
"Which wild boy is this, let out like this? No one cares about it?" The lame young man saw that he was frightened by a young man, and felt that his face was shameless, so he naturally wanted to get some back.
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He Yidao didn't care about what he just said, even if what he said was extremely unpleasant. He walked to the center of the crowd and looked at the lunatic in tattered clothes in front of him.
The madman didn't look at him, his eyes were staring at the ground, and his expression was very dull. There was a strange smell on his messy hair, which smelled like rotten fish.
He Yidao carefully observed the madman in front of him. He was disheveled and his face could not be seen clearly. He was probably a middle-aged man.
The lame young man saw that the boy didn't even look at him, and was ignored directly. The anger in his heart rushed to his forehead, "There are things that are not born of mothers. Didn't your mother teach you to respond to other people's words?"
Just look at it and you’ll know that your parents are also uneducated trash!”
He Yidao suddenly clenched his fists. He turned around and stared at the man in front of him. His voice was calm, but he seemed to be trying his best to suppress his anger. "What did you say? Say it again."
He Yidao will never tolerate anyone insulting his parents. This is the bottom line, and it is even more counter-intuitive.
The young man couldn't help but take a few steps back. He felt that the boy's eyes were like a wild beast. He avoided his eyes and did not dare to look at them.
However, he thought that the few steps he was frightened were a shame. He did not think about why a young man's eyes were so compelling. Anger does not represent strength, but anger can break through the mind.
The lame man walked forward, puffing out his chest and staring, "I said, you are the son of a mother but not a son of a mother! Both your parents..."
The lame man had already flown out before he finished speaking. He was just a little gangster, and he had no martial arts background.
Everyone watched the young man slowly put away his fists, and then realized that the man was knocked away by the young man in front of them. Everyone was so shocked that they could not speak, and they did not dare to speak.
"Don't talk about my parents. This is just a warning." He Yidao shook his fist. He didn't want to kill the man, he just wanted to teach him a lesson. Even so, he would not be able to get out of bed for half a month.
He turned around and continued to look at the madman. The madman seemed to notice someone looking at him, so he raised his head and glanced at He Yidao.
The madman's expression suddenly changed, and he looked horrified, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, "Ghost, ghost..."
The lunatic fled in a hurry and tried his best to escape outside the crowd. The crowd did not stop him, perhaps because he smelled too bad, or perhaps because they were afraid of being hurt.
He Yidao was confused, "Ghost? Me?"
However, looking at the madman's fleeing figure, he understood one thing. One thing that he had not thought of.
He looked at the madman's back, his eyes changing constantly, wondering what he was thinking. Finally, he decided to find out.
He walked towards the direction where the madman was fleeing. Everyone avoided him and did not dare to stop him. Naturally, they were all frightened by the punch.
"Grandpa, that brother is so awesome! Do you know who he is?" The child looked at He Yidao's leaving back with eyes full of longing and admiration.
"Hey, Grandpa doesn't know." The old man looked at the young man's leaving figure and sighed.
"But grandpa knows another thing."
"Oh? What does the old man know?" A man next to him asked curiously, playing with the fan in his hand.
Although the market on the edge of the mountain range is bustling, fans are rare, especially such exquisite fans in the hands of men.
The old man said: "There are more and more weird things happening in the market. I'm afraid it's not going to be peaceful here."
"Really?" the man muttered softly, looking into the distance with a thoughtful look.