Blizzard night

"You... Who is it? ! Why... Attack us!"

The man saw his wife's pain and his heart was wrung. He drank at the top of his lungs.

There was a faint smile at the corners of his mouth. He moved to a position where both of them could see him, leaned slightly over his shoulder, and said, "allow me to introduce myself first. My name is lock. The leader of keys."

"The key... Lock... ? I don't remember offending you... Neither does my wife! I haven't even heard of your organization! Why... And all of a sudden they're poisoning us... Destroyed our home, killed my parents, and came after us? !"

The cloak man made no immediate reply. His eyes moved slowly over them. After a glance, he seemed disappointed, and said, "I am not after you. If you will give me your things, I will make amends to both of you, and ask the best physician to treat you. But, five days ago, I had but just called to say what I meant, when the two servants and the servant met at once. I was just defending myself."

"Self-defence? ! You came in the day my wife was in labor, and you said... Is it self-defense to ask me to give you my newborn son?? !!!!!!!!!"

"Yes." "I don't think either of you have any idea how important your son is to our organization. He is the son of god, a very important link. I even took a lot of money with me to make up for it. But they were ungrateful."

The man spit out a mouthful of blood, he cursed a way: "bullshit! What son? I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Of course you don't understand. In fact, the name "son" is not correct. It should be called a kingfisher."

"Kingfisher? What do you mean!"

"Well, you don't need to know. Now tell me, where is your child? And where is your heirloom sword?"

The man spat at the cloaked man and remained silent.

The cloak man's face sank slightly. He turned, strode over to the woman, and waved gently. All around, four of the minions walked up again, holding the four spears that had pinned the man to the ground.

The man let out a scream, the wound, which had been frozen by the ice, burst again, and his body began to twitch and look very painful.

The woman saw her husband's tragic situation and closed her eyes. She cried, and the tears ran across her beautiful face, turning into ice crystals as they fell on the snow.

"Well, good wife. To lessen your husband's pain, please tell me where your children are. Where is the sword?"

"No! Don't tell him, Lan! Absolutely not! Oooo... Ooooooo!!"

Two more spears went down the man's shoulder. His body was like brittle styrofoam, unable to stop a cold spear piercing.

The cape man seized the woman's hair, pulled back her eyelids, and forced her to look at her husband in pain.

"Come, speak out. Tell me where the baby is. You are still young. Although you are strong in terms of strength, you are still newlyweds in terms of age. See? Your husband is crying in pain, but you can save him by telling him where our son is."

The woman kept her mouth shut, and as she watched, the spears on the man became more and more numerous, and the places where they were thrust into the body became more and more pressing. Her heart was breaking, more than the pain she was in...

"Come, speak out. Then give me the son. Although you will lose the first child, you still have enough money and time to have a second and a third. Isn't it wrong to give up your life and your husband's for the sake of a child you can replace at any time?"

The cape man's voice was gentle and peaceful, seductive. The woman's lips were trembling, her will was on the verge of collapse. Finally, she slowly opened her mouth...

"Don't tell! That's our child, LAN, and I will never give my flesh and blood to anyone!"

The man had more than ten spears nailed to his body, but he shouted out. It is also the man's cry, let the woman finally made the final decision.

"Son of a bitch, I'll never give you the baby... Go to hell!"

The woman swore the first swear word of her life. She, too, spat out her last mouthful of saliva, spraying it into the cloak's face.

The cloak man's hand, released. He stood up straight and there was no more meekness in his cold expression. At this moment, the woman knew that the last moment for herself and her husband had finally arrived.

"Byron... If there is another life... I'm still going to be your wife..."

"LAN... LAN... ! LAN --!!"

With a wave of the cloak man's hand, the two men stepped forward, thrust the sword into the hearts of the couple...

The black storm continued to blow, and the crystalline snow carried the red liquid up into the air. In the alley, everything is quiet...

After the members of the key had gathered up the body, several of the men of higher rank came up to the cloaked man, knelt down, and waited for instructions. After a moment's pause, the caped man gave the order.

"Those two men have been out of our network since they entered sennag, so they must have hidden the son and the sword. Go and look into the town, and bring me all the new-born babies, male or female."

"But..." "Inquired one of his men." my Lord, did not the swordsman say that their child was a man?"

"Huh." With a sneer, the caped man raised the skull of his left hand and examined it. "he says sons are sons? Why not a daughter? Find it for me, and kill no one who resists."

"Be!"

With a response, the minions scattered with their minions and began to search for their son.

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The sound outside... The light.

The noise died away, leaving only the click of snow against the lid of the dustbin.

The little beggar held his breath, still huddled in the box that smelled rotten. It was damp, dark and cold. But it's incredibly safe. He wouldn't go out until he was sure it was all right.

Time, da, da, da...

It's late at night. The darkness outside had swallowed up all the light, and there was no more movement. After a while, even the sound of snow slapping on the lid died away.

The little beggar did not know whether the snow had stopped outside or whether he had reached the limit. His feet were stuck in the sewage and the cold had frozen them to ice.

What happened to the baby girl?

The little beggar bent his head and with his teeth gently pulled the cloth off the baby girl's head...

Is it because of the cold? Her face went red again. After a little hesitation, the beggar lowered his head and touched the baby girl's forehead...

God hot.

She has a high fever again.

The little beggar looked at the baby girl in his arms coldly, at the moment, his heart had become very calm. He knew what he had to do. He had to get rid of the sick baby and go home. Just somehow brought this little baby girl here, but even the idiot knew that he could not take this baby girl everywhere.

Thinking of this, the little beggar's left hand holding the baby girl began to slowly loosen. Put her in that pile of garbage...

"Ah..."

............... In the silent garbage bin, a slight sob, but it seemed so loud.

The little beggar's hand was about to be loosened. Is it because of leaving the warm embrace? Baby girl's eyes, at this time slowly open...

The green one.

She has a pair of green, but very young eyes.

This pair of eyes are very weak looking at the little beggar, still know nothing she only know how to look at him.

"..."

Breathe softly, as if you don't have it. The baby girl's forehead was burning hot. She closed her eyes and fell asleep again. She was about to leave the arms of the little beggar and was buried alive by him in the depths of the garbage, but her little hands were holding the baby tightly, her little body was trembling...

Hands, stop in midair. There was no emotion in the cold eyes. Time is still walking, outside the snow, is still blowing...

Ten minutes passed.

The little beggar's eyes were always watching through the crack in the lid of the dustbin. His left hand, however, was curled up, tightly wrapped around a bundle that should not have been wrapped. And in the midst of that bundle there came the faintest breath...

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Looks like it's safe.

The little beggar's feet had frozen with a lump of stinking water. There was no sensation in the legs. If we don't go, we'll really freeze to death.

Facing the snowstorm, the little beggar raised his right hand... Then he realized that he had been holding something in his right hand.

The danger had made him forget it, but now he had a few seconds to observe it. Through the light of the snow coming in from the dustbin, the hilt of a sword was so heavily chained that it seemed impossible to pull it out, and the scabbard, almost longer than the body of the little beggar, appeared before his eyes.

The little beggar stared at the sword coldly. Three seconds later, look it over. He didn't need this easily exposed weapon, so he decided to sell it tomorrow. As for the man's advice, the little beggar didn't pay any attention to it.

Yes, he was completely dismissive...

"Clack."

The little beggar was about to push the lid off the dustbin when it came from his right hand. And then...

Great pain. Here we go.