Mr. Pan's facial muscles were tense and he looked very nervous.
At this moment, Pan Mingtai turned into a "child" in a trance.
Surrounded by desolate mountains and wilderness, there were even bugs crawling all over him. A filthy beggar next to him pinched his face fiercely: "Wake up! I'm telling you, if you die here, I'll eat you! I haven't eaten in days, I'm starving!"
"He's still a young master. I thought your family was so rich. Your father doesn't even want to save such a fair and tender son like you. I only asked for fifty taels of silver. I heard that your family assets are at least several thousand taels, but you can't even give me fifty taels. You must not be his biological son!"
"Your father is truly vicious. I went to him to beg, and not only did he not give me money, he even beat me up. Do beggars' lives count for less?! Your Pan family is hypocritical, claiming to befriend heroes without regard for trivial matters, but in the end, you still act according to the clothes they wear!! If I hadn't come from a poor family and had bad luck earlier in my life, would I have ended up like this?!"
"But you, little brat, are more unlucky than me. You were born into such a wealthy family, but your father doesn't want you!"
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"I can't make it here anymore. I'm leaving. Your father deserves retribution for his evil deeds. He should be left without any descendants!"
Pan Mingtai's hands and feet were tied and he was extremely scared.
The little body kept squirming, and it looked at the beggar with eyes asking for help, but the beggar walked away without even looking back.
Soon it was dark, and he seemed to still hear the howling of wild wolves around him.
He was very cold, with water vapor condensing on his body, and every inch of his skin was frozen like ice. He hoped that his father would appear, but after waiting for a long time, his father still did not come. He thought this was the limit, but after a while, there was another puppet fire floating in the air not far away.
Approaching him step by step.
My heart was pounding and I was choking with fear.
The puppet fire formed a circle around him, exactly nine!
Suddenly, the nine puppet fires turned into nine plum blossom darts and smashed towards his chest!
He felt that he could move.
He started running, and it seemed as if he had grown up, running faster than when he was a child, but he still couldn't avoid the plum blossom dart. He stumbled and fell, and after falling for a while, he actually broke into the broken house.
He recognized this house. It was his ancestral home, but no one lived there and it was empty.
But at this time there were many beggars tied up in the yard and they could not move at all.
There were countless plum blossom darts in front of him. Looking at the scene, he picked up the plum blossom darts as if possessed by a ghost. He looked at the weapon in his hand, then at the person in front of him whom he hated, and smiled hideously.
"Damn you! You've ruined my life! Die, die!" He threw the plum blossom dart out madly.
"You filthy creatures, are you worthy of being human? You'd rather die than live. Let me help you get rid of it."
Father Pan watched his son suddenly jump up.
His eyes were wide open, with an alarming amount of white in them. He had nothing in his hands, but he pretended to be holding something. He wandered around the yard, saying as he walked, "No hurry, no hurry. Come one by one. Don't you think I'm weak? I'll show you how powerful I am..."
His hand again pretended to throw a dart.
"Mingtai!" Pan's father was anxious and hurriedly grabbed his son's hand.
However, as soon as he touched Pan Mingtai, the man immediately squatted on the ground with his head in his hands: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, my father will give you money... Please let me go, please..."
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