C430 Yan Jinghong's Sword Intent
C430 Yan Jinghong's Sword Intent
Mu Yu was also enveloped by Yim Jinghong's sword intent.
Everything around him had changed. In front of him was a very strange country.
What was even more terrifying was that Mu Yu had turned into a little boy who was not even ten years old. His clothes were torn and tattered.
"Who am I? Where is this place?"
Mu Yu seemed to have lost his memory as he walked along the bustling streets in a daze. Everything that was unfamiliar to him caused fear to arise in his heart.
"Gulp..."
Mu Yu's stomach kept growling. Hunger climbed up his body.
"I'm so hungry. I want to eat something."
Mu Yu was so hungry that he felt dizzy. His body became weak, and he could not muster up any strength.
"What's the taste? It smells so good."
He was so hungry that he suddenly smelled the aroma of meat. His stomach was growling even louder.
As he smelled the aroma, he walked over. The source of the fragrance came from a steamed bun shop.
"Mommy, I want to eat buns."
An eight or nine year old little girl held her mother's hand and pointed at the steamed bun shop.
"Yue, be good. Mom will buy some for you now."
Her mother dotingly touched the little girl's forehead, then bought two steamed buns and handed them to the little girl.
"It's really delicious."
The little girl took a bite of the bun, revealing her crescent moon. She had a look of enjoyment on her face.
Mu Yu looked at the meat bun in the little girl's hand, and his saliva kept dripping down.
"Little beggar, what are you looking at!?"
The little girl who was eating the meat bun suddenly realized that Mu Yu, whose face was pale and his clothes were ragged, had been staring at her. Her little face immediately revealed an unhappy expression.
"I also want to eat buns. Can you give me one?" Mu Yu looked at the little girl pitifully.
"You stinky beggar. You didn't go to the garbage heap to find food. You actually want to eat my buns."
The little girl's face was full of disdain, she hated Mu Yu to the extreme.
Seeing the buns in the little girl's hands being swallowed by her bit by bit, Mu Yu could only salivate.
Gradually, the hunger in his stomach made him lose his reason.
He ignored the consequences and rushed in front of the little girl. He grabbed the remaining half of the bun in the little girl's hand and directly swallowed it.
"You actually dare to snatch my bun? Why don't you die, you stinky beggar!"
The little girl's expression was extremely angry as she berated in a stern voice.
Her voice immediately attracted her mother and the boss of the bun shop over.
"Mom, this stinky beggar snatched my bun and ate it." The little girl started to cry.
"You stinky beggar, how dare you steal my daughter's bun. Damn it! Damn it! "
When her mother heard the little girl cry, she hurriedly rushed over and pushed Mu Yu onto the ground.
Mu Yu's head hit the floor hard, and blood kept flowing down.
"You actually dare to snatch my guest's bun! Someone, kill this stinky beggar!"
A few young and strong people rushed out of the bun shop, holding a few long sticks in their hands. They mercilessly greeted Mu Yu who was lying on the floor.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Mu Yu was beaten by them until he curled up on the ground. His body was covered in injuries. He was already weak, but he was already on the verge of death. The scene in front of him gradually blurred.
"Am I going to die?"
Although Mu Yu was already confused, he also understood what death was like.
He didn't regret snatching half of the little girl's bun.
He only felt regret in his heart. He didn't even taste half of the bun before it was swallowed into his stomach.
At this moment, his biggest wish wasn't to live, but to be a stuffed ghost.