"Yes, the Demon Emperor was a beggar back then. He starved and left his sesame cakes to mold, but he gave them to Fairy Nangong without hesitation. Fairy Nangong didn't even say a word of thanks, but instead blamed the sesame cakes for being too unpalatable."

"This is not difficult to understand. Some people say why not eat meat? Fairy Nangong has been living a life of luxury since she was young. How can she understand the suffering of the Demon Emperor as a beggar?"

"Keep your voices down, keep your voices down"

Many powerful men showed emotion on their faces, while others remained silent. After all, Nangong Rou was not far away, so how could they speak ill of her childhood without any hesitation?

Nangong Rou did not scold him, because in her opinion, she was indeed a little ignorant back then.

All over the heavens, countless people were looking at the images on the sky screen in shock.

"To be able to do this for someone he just met proves that the Demon Emperor was not a bad person in his early years."

"Yes, what kind of experience could create the Demon Emperor who is now wanted by everyone?"

"I am now curious, how did a mere beggar become a Demon Emperor?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone woke up from their dream.

Indeed, how could a small beggar become the Demon Emperor who ruled the heavens? Half a month passed, and Nangong Rou's parents did not show up. She also lived a life of hunger and starvation with Jiang Zhige for half a month.

Jiang Zhige would always comfort Nangong Rou, but after a long time, Nangong Rou could not stand the life of not even having enough food to eat.

"Rou'er, I..."

"Get away! Get away! You are not my brother! I want to find my father and mother!"

Jiang Zhige wanted to dissuade Nangong Rou, but was pushed away by Nangong Rou while crying.

Seeing Nangong Rou about to run out in the heavy snow, Jiang Zhige hurriedly grabbed her little hand and said in a hurry: "Rou'er, give me a little more time, I will definitely find you something to eat today, okay?"

Jiang Zhige knew very well that if Nangong Rou's parents were still in Yucheng, they would have sent people to look for them nearby. However, he had not seen anyone looking for Nangong Rou in the past half month, proving that Nangong Rou's parents were not in Yucheng at all.

Nangong Rou was still very young and couldn’t even walk. If she ran out in the heavy snow, she would probably freeze to death outside.

"You, you are not allowed to lie."

Nangong Rou's little face was full of tears and she kept sobbing.

At this time, her little face was black and the clothes she was wearing were no longer clean. She looked not much different from the beggar Jiang Zhige.

"Don't worry, Rou'er. Not only will I find food today, I might even be able to find your parents."

Jiang Zhige smiled and tried to comfort her on the surface, but he felt extremely heavy inside.

He has tried his best to take care of Nangong Rou, but he is just a beggar after all. How can he give Nangong Rou a satisfactory life?

"It is hard to imagine that this humble beggar in front of me would become the Demon Emperor who would later dominate the nine heavens."

"Why do you have to do this? If it were someone else, saving a life would be a kind act. How could they possibly tolerate the arrogant temper of a rich lady?"

The powerful men watching in the hall all frowned. They had seen how much Jiang Zhige had given for Nangong Rou in the past half month.

Jiang Zhige himself was not well fed and clothed, and in order to feed Nangong Rou, he fainted from hunger in the snow several times and almost lost his life.

After all this effort, all he got in return was Nangong Rou's dislike.

Hearing everyone's discussions, Nangong Rou secretly clenched her fists.

She was not angry about these comments, but felt a little guilty.

After leaving the dilapidated temple, Jiang Zhige went straight to the downtown area of ​​Yucheng.

At this time, the New Year has passed, and the streets of Yucheng have become bustling again, with the sounds of hawkers on the roadside heard everywhere.

Jiang Zhige stood in the middle of the crowd, his eyes quickly locked on a steamed bun shop that was selling its wares.

He looked uncertain and stood there hesitating for a long time.

Thinking of Nangong Rou who was still waiting for him in the dilapidated temple, Jiang Zhige finally made up his mind.

He took a deep breath and quietly approached the bun shop as if nothing had happened.

The owner of the bun shop was a burly middle-aged man. He quickly noticed that something was wrong with Jiang Zhige.

Just as he was about to say something, Jiang Zhige suddenly rushed over, grabbed two buns and ran away.

"Stop right there, you little brat!"

The bun shop owner glared, rolled up his sleeves and strode after him.

Jiang Zhige, who was weak, couldn't run fast to begin with. Feeling guilty, he didn't pay much attention to the road. He bumped into someone from behind before he had run far. He slipped and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the bun shop owner quickly walked over, grabbed Jiang Zhige by the back of the neck with one hand and lifted him up.

"You little bastard, I don't want to do anything, just hand over the buns!"

The bun shop owner's eyes were as big as copper bells, and his ferocious appearance scared Jiang Zhige so much that his face turned pale.

But even so, he still held the bun tightly and refused to let go.

The boss of the bun shop looked gloomy when he saw this, and said in a cold voice: "You little bastard, I see you have been begging here for a while, and you never steal or rob. I used to feel sorry for you, but I didn't expect you to be such a low-class person."

Jiang Zhige gritted his teeth and said nothing, just holding the bun tightly.

"Two buns are not a big deal to me, but I won't give them to you. Do you know why? A guy like you, once you have done it for the first time, will definitely be a petty thief who can only steal and do bad things in the future. I won't beat you today, but I will teach you a lesson."

The bun shop owner snorted coldly and pulled the buns out of Jiang Zhige's arms.

Jiang Zhige was much weaker than the bun shop owner, and he failed to protect the buns despite trying his best.

The bun shop owner took a look at the buns that were crushed by Jiang Zhige, and instead of taking them back, he took a bite of them, threw them on the ground, and stomped on them until they were crushed to pieces.

In order to prevent Jiang Zhige from picking up the leftovers, the bun shop owner even used his feet to mix the broken buns into the dirt and snow.

Jiang Zhige looked ashen as he watched helplessly as the steaming hot buns were crushed to pieces by the boss.

Seeing the despair in Jiang Zhige's eyes, the bun shop owner sneered and walked back.

After taking a few steps, Jiang Zhige behind him suddenly fell to his knees.

The bun shop owner was stunned for a moment, then turned around to look at Jiang Zhige who was kneeling on the ground.

"You are..."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Jiang Zhige kowtowed three times, and a trickle of blood oozed from his forehead.

"Why are you doing this? I never said I would give you buns if you kowtow."

The bun shop owner frowned slightly, he didn't expect Jiang Zhige to go to this extent.

Jiang Zhige knelt on the ground, lowered his head and said in a trembling voice: "Brother, I have been begging for a living since I was young. It is not surprising that I died of hunger or cold, but I have a sister, and I can't let her be like me."

"It's ridiculous. You can't even support yourself, and you dare to take in irrelevant people?"

The bun shop owner shook his head. He had seen Jiang Zhige begging in the city in his early years, and had never seen Jiang Zhige have any sister.

With the sudden appearance of a younger sister, Jiang Zhige apparently took in a younger beggar.

"She calls me brother, so she is the only relative I have in this life."