Last kindness

The humble tent had been torn apart by the snowstorm.

All the dead grass inside has been blown away, picked up the POTS and pans are smashed smashed, overturned overturned.

The little beggar looked at the house without any remorse. Because it's normal to lose the piece of wood that suppressed the tent, it's as simple as that.

The wind caught the ice and rolled it under the bridge. The beggar wrapped himself in a blanket and took the baby girl into the warmest arms. He stooped, turned over the dead grass, found the frozen rock of bread, and turned away.

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The so-called home, but is the place to sleep. This is not the first time a young beggar has changed his "home". The rest of the POTS and pans will be picked up tomorrow, so let's find a place where we won't freeze to death tonight.

The squalid alleyways, slightly sheltered from the cold, are always the perfect haven. The little beggar retreated into the back of a restaurant and looked in through the back door. The little beggar aimed at the opportunity to touch in, with a very fast speed to steal the inside of a cup, filled with hot water and then quickly ran out. He took the little cup of hot water and hid it in the shelter, squatting between two bins, turning the blanket over himself.

"Boy, your will to live has completely touched me. So I've decided it's you. We'll spend the night here tonight, and tomorrow, you follow my instructions, and I'll help you get what you never thought you could."

Little beggar shrink, this small corner inside the wind into, narrow corridor also can not fall into the snow, is a rare warm place. He merely glanced at the darkness on his arm, removed the sack from his waist, and took out the tablets.

The baby girl fell asleep. She should not feel too cold under the heavy protection. The little beggar threw the pill into the water and shook it to melt. Then she sticks the liquid to her mouth with her fingers.

The warm liquid made the baby open her mouth again. The healing powder mixed with the warm liquid entered her body. The little beggar breathed a sigh of relief and fed the baby girl more while the water was still hot. When the water was cold, he swallowed the saliva, put the liquid, which was no different from snow, into his mouth and swallowed it.

The coldness of his stomach made him twitch. To this, dark out see in the eye, blood pupil appears to show some displeasure.

"Boy, throw away this damned girl who's not dead. You are under no obligation to care for her, nor to spend nearly half your fortune for her."

The little beggar leaned against the wall and said nothing. He stared at the baby girl's sleeping face with some discomfort.

He really had no duty to take care of her, and no duty to take care of her. It's up to you to live and die. That's the law of the world. Now, this little girl's use value has ended, why worry about her?

""

"Listen to me, human boy. You have no idea how important it is for you to be chosen by me. You don't know what a dark road lies ahead of you. Everyone will obey you, and no one will dare to rebel against you. You are the authority and can get everything you want!"

"You will have untold wealth of gold and silver, and women who will enjoy it beyond measure. Now, you can get it all at once. There's only one thing you need to do, and that's get rid of the encumbrance and get out of here!"

The sound of madness swirled in the mind of the little beggar, his frozen eyes slowly began to break and become confused.

Dark out said is right, this little baby girl is someone else muddily thrust to him. To this end, he lost bread that could have been used to feed him, a tent to shelter him from the wind and rain, and 23 solas. These are just the assets spent in one day.

Death and life are our own. This sentence has always been the little beggar's life creed. Everyone has a responsibility for his own life, others do not. How could I have time to take care of this baby girl when I was on the verge of starvation, death and freezing to death every day?

With what?

Why would you do something so gratuitously stupid?

In the dark encouragement, the chaos in the eyes of the little beggar began to freeze again. Frozen eyes like looking at an lifeless stone, looking at the arms of the baby girl. He bent down and held her hand less and less tightly. The baby girl's swaddling clothes slipped from the beggar's arms, from the blanket, from the last warmth her arms could bring her...

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In the snow and ice, white and weak gas, fragile floating.

The baby girl's swaddling clothes had completely left the arms of the beggar, facing the cold wind outside. The little body shrank in the cold, and the little face grew pale. The exhaled air turned into a white mist and was blown away by the wind.

She will die.

If left alone for an hour or two in this snow and ice, she would freeze to death.

The small beggar's hands still holding the swaddle, in the mind, dark out of the voice is excited to add fuel to the fire. At this moment, the little beggar's action is frozen. He was like an ice statue, in the middle of a garbage can, silent.

"Human boy, you... It's time to let go."

There was a flash in her frozen eyes. He continued to look at the baby girl's fragile face, her white breath, her tiny body. Finally...

His hand, slowly back.

"Human!!"

"I... Will come with you."

Pulling back the blanket, the beggar took the baby girl back into his arms and covered her with the blanket.

"I'll find an adoptive family. She can be a handmaid, no matter how unlucky she is. ... Survive."

The darkened pupils dilated, and the chains that bound the little beggar's arms seemed ready to move again. But the little beggar stared at the blood pupil, and his eyes did not change a bit as before. In this regard, the blood pupil is slowly cool down, ready to start sawing chain also stopped shaking.

"Well, the last mercy? Like raunod, the head of the eighty thousand demons of the covenant."

"............ I don't understand."

"Of course you don't. I'm afraid you haven't even heard of the church bible. I tell you, lorno made a vow before he was baptized by the demon race and became the king of demons. In order to become the most complete demon, he prayed to gather all the goodness in his heart and do one last good in life. For this, he killed a dragon that destroyed ninety-nine cities for mankind at the cost of one eye. After that, his goodness was used cleanly, not a bit left, and he became the devil's king very smoothly."

"... That is, the more evil a man is, the more good he appears to be, the more likely he is to praise him."

"Oh, boy, interesting. You deserve to be my choice. Your understanding of the story is very much to my taste. Although in the church translation, this story is explained as the devil's temptation is very powerful, can lure the most upright people to abandon all the good, even if the body will be crippled will not regret the degradation... Well, there's no point in explaining it."

The baby girl felt warm again, and gradually stretched herself out as the boy slept. Under the blanket, the little mouth smashed, sticking out the tongue, a look of great peace.

The little beggar took a few bites of the bread, hid the last small piece of dough in his bosom, covered it with a blanket, and closed his eyes. Between the two dustbins, the little beggar and the baby girl all fell asleep.

The pupil of red flicker, looked at the person that he chooses, look again the small beggar that he bosom sleeps is sweet. Finally, the dark out cold snorted.

"Interesting. The last kindness? ... However, it is rare to find such a good host, rather than let him use those remaining goodness in the future can not be inferred something, let him use it on this little girl. Boy, you just finish your mind. When your kindness ends with the girl's giving away, your coldness and cruelty will belong to me completely. When the time comes... Hehe hehe, a very interesting world, will begin ah!"

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The next day, the storm continued.

It was as if the snow was falling from the sky, trembling as if it could not stop, and covering the white coffins one by one over the city of the coffins. How many people were killed by the two - day snowstorm? And how many people will survive to use their tortured life to usher in another cruel dawn?

Snow, watching.

Look at the peace of the world. Then, as if it were none of his own, he danced merrily in the air over the body of a frozen corpse.

A frozen human body, sitting quietly in the corner of the alley. Its expression is very quiet, as if forever out of pain and suffering. In that world, food and warmth are no longer a worry. It was a beautiful world, free from death and pain.

Chow, chow, chow.

Step past the frozen body. The owner of the foot did not take a second look at the Popsicle. For the peace on the face of the ice lolly, the small figure has no yearning.

Death is never fun.

He was alive, perhaps without any great significance. But he just didn't want to die.

Just to live, the sewer rat's concept of survival is always that simple.

Don't want to die, live.

Such a simple truth, let him through another cold night.

The little beggar walked slowly down the lane. Occasionally a body or two was found in the corner of the alley. The garrison would not send anyone to clean up in such a cold winter. Only in the spring, when the corpses smell, when cockroaches and flies start circling around the meat, and when rats and crows run around the streets with their entrails hanging, will anyone come to clean up the mess.

It's as simple as that. Simple enough to let the little beggar without a complaint.