Jiang Qiao saw Pei Yan fainting and quickly put down his chopsticks and walked over. "What happened to him?"
Shi Chuan put him on the bed and clapped his hands. It was quite heavy.
"He's mentally ill!"
Jiang Qiao was dissatisfied with Shi Chuan's words and punched him on the head, "Speak human language! What's going on with him?"
Shi Chuan cried out in pain, clutching his head and muttering softly, "He was so harsh! He's half-merman, and his bloodline isn't pure. Mermen like him can easily go berserk, not to mention the torture he's endured. I wonder how twisted his mind is? You probably don't understand what berserk means. To put it simply, he's just like those ugly zombies out there, the only difference being he doesn't stink."
Jiang Qiao frowned. She knew that Pei Yan was not as innocent as he appeared, so she was particularly tolerant and caring towards him, not just because he was a fragment.
"Then how can I avoid going completely berserk?"
Shi Chuan: "There's no way to intervene in this kind of thing. It all depends on how he views what he's going through."
Jiang Qiao looked at the sleeping profile of the man on the bed. His messy hair blocked his right eye, his eyelids were slightly red, and he frowned from time to time, as if he was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't struggle out of the quagmire.
She said to Shi Chuan, "You go back first! I want to be alone with him for a while."
"oh."
Shi Chuan was not full yet, so he took the hot pot back to his room.
Great, all the remaining ones are his.
As soon as Shi Chuan left, the whole room fell silent.
Jiang Qiao sat on the edge of the bed and observed the man carefully. "Tsk, he's really handsome."
Are all the fragments of the Lord God so beautiful?
Wangcai: Honest and trustworthy!
Jiang Qiao originally planned to just sit there and wait for him to wake up, but as he waited, his head began to fall down uncontrollably!
She glanced at the empty seat next to the man and immediately decided to sleep there!
It’s not like I haven’t slept before!
Her eyelids gradually grew heavy, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Pei Yan could clearly know that he was dreaming.
This is in an alley, and Pei Yan is very familiar with this place.
He looked down at his hands, which were small and covered in frostbite, and the body of a seven-year-old was now in his current state.
Not far ahead, there was an old man with white hair holding a textile bag in his hand. The bag was filled with many cans and plastic bottles, which made an unpleasant noise as they scraped against the ground.
It was early in the morning. The old man seemed to have found something on the ground. He bent down and picked it up. His face was full of wrinkles when he smiled. His old voice rang out, "Xiao Yan, come here quickly and see what grandpa found."
Pei Yan didn't walk over, but just stood there looking at the old figure's back.
The old man couldn't hear the response behind him, so he turned around and walked over to him, took his hand, put the thing in his hand in front of him, and said proudly: "Look, grandpa picked up ten yuan. I will buy you a big meat bun tomorrow morning. Our A Yan can eat meat again!"
There was no expression on Pei Yan's face. He glanced at the tattered ten yuan in the old man's hand. He felt it was so strange. He hadn't seen him for a long time.
"Grandpa, I don't want to eat."
Pei Yan knew that he couldn't eat the buns because his money was stolen the next day.
The old man shivered as he stuffed the money into his shoes and jokingly said, "Why don't you eat? Grandpa has money. When Grandpa saves enough, he will send you to school."
"I'm not going to school."
Pei Yan knew that he would not be able to go to school because he would die before he could save enough money.
The old man pulled him forward and said, "You've been talking nonsense tonight. Grandpa will definitely send you to school."
Pei Yan followed him: "Okay."
The window upstairs was opened, and a drunk, fat man threw a beer bottle down. The bottle shattered onto the ground, and the glass shards cut a large wound on the old man's ankle, which was exposed to the air. Because of his old age, his skin was very thin, and the bone could be clearly seen through the wound.
"What are you talking about in the middle of the night, you old man? You've been running around with that damn kid all day. Why don't you two just find a place to die? Pah!"
The two of them were already used to hearing such words.
The old man did not slow down his pace because of the injury on his foot. He pulled Pei Yan and continued to walk forward, smiling and whispering: "Our A Yan is not the dead child he said he was. A Yan is obviously the most sensible and obedient child."
Pei Yan found it ridiculous. He wanted to ask the old man why he was so good, but encountered so many bad things after he turned eight years old?
But he didn't ask, he just said: "Grandpa, I miss you so much, I want to leave with you."
The old man's body suddenly became transparent in the next second, and he disappeared after saying his last words.
"Child, you have to live well. There will be someone in this world who loves you more than grandpa, because you deserve it."
Pei Yan also turned back into his adult appearance and walked back to the alley.
The next moment, he appeared at the home of the drunk man.
The man was lying on the sofa, snoring loudly, with an unfinished bottle of wine in his hand hanging over the edge of the sofa.
Pei Yan took the bottle and poured water on the man to wake him up. The drunk man was still a little dizzy. He looked at the strange man in front of him, cursing something.
Pei Yan stuffed the bottle directly into his mouth. The corners of his mouth instantly cracked, his eyes widened, and he looked terrified, as if he had seen a monster.
Pei Yan's eyes were bloodshot. He picked up the wine bottle on the ground and hit the man's head with it again and again. Blood flowed down the man's forehead. The wine bottle shattered onto the ground, and there was white liquid on it.
The broken beer bottle was very sharp. Pei Yan seemed to be insensitive to the pain. He picked up the broken glass on the ground and stabbed them into the man's right leg one by one. He was fascinated by the feeling of venting.
The man didn't say a word, just stared with his eyes wide open, and died in the night.
The whole picture looks bloody and terrifying.
Pei Yan knew it was a dream, but he still didn't want to let those who had bullied them in the past have an easy time.
He came to the alley again. The old man's woven bag was still there, and several cans were scattered outside.
Pei Yan remembered what the old man had just said, he picked up the can again and put it into the woven bag.
"I'm not worthy."
…
The wind suddenly blew up, and the dry leaves on the trees outside the window rustled.
Pei Yan opened his eyes, his dark red pupils staring at the person sleeping beside him, his hair disheveled on the bed, his fair neck exposed to the air.
Her neck is so tempting.
Thinking of this, Pei Yan bit it.
Jiang Qiao was awakened by the pain, "Hiss~ Pei Yan, you are a dog! Why do you bite people at every turn?"
Pei Yan bit even harder.
Jiang Qiao pushed him away, "If you bite me again, I'll be angry."
She wiped her neck and found something sticky. At first she thought it was a man's saliva. Jiang Qiao was shocked when he saw it. Damn, why is it blood?
Pei Yan said nothing and pounced on him again.
Jiang Qiao was so angry that he smeared the blood on his face, "What's wrong with you?"
I only heard him say viciously: "You are mine, I want to eat you."
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