Xiao Hua angrily
"Hmph, bad guys!"
While speaking, he took a bite of a small cake.
One of the tattooed uncles laughed heartily
"Little one, don’t say that. How could Uncle be a bad guy?"
The other one agreed, bending down and extending his hand,
"Co, hurry into Uncle’s arms."
Xiao Hua widened his eyes, teary-eyed
"What are you going to do?!"
His voice, childlike and tender, carried no threat.
One of the tattooed strong n spoke up
"Kiddo, hand over your backpack, and we won’t make things difficult for you."
Xiao Hua hugged his backpack tightly,
"No, I won’t!"
His face still hurt.
Out of money, yet he had to get pinched on the face.
He didn’t want to go!!
One of them smirked, pressing closer
"Disobedient kiddos face punishnt, you know."
The qilin on his chest moved with his steps.
Originally drinking milk, Su Xiaong noticed this.
Then she pouted.
It didn’t want people to have it tattooed on their bodies.
And it didn’t look good at all.
One of them, viciously trying to scare the children
"I’m telling you! If you don’t behave, we’ll sell you to the mountain areas. Be honest! Hand over anything valuable on you!!"
Su Gu, upon hearing this, initially focused on Little Red, shifted his attention to these two rather fierce-looking people.
He threw his backpack over his shoulder, cool and indifferent
"Hand over anything valuable on you two."
As he finished speaking, the two strong n looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"What kind of family raised this kid? Studied himself stupid, huh?"
As the words fell.
A cracking sound was heard.
The blond-haired child in a white robe, who originally held a milk can in his hand, had in the blink of an eye turned it into a long iron rod.
The two n exchanged glances.
Su Xiaong walked over, deadpanned, with a childish voice
"Your qilin tattoo is wrong."
The strong man raised his hand intending to grab Su Xiaong.
"What does a little brat like you know?!"
Before the sentence was completed, suddenly a tail like that of a lion smacked the strong man’s face.
The blow forced the strong man back two steps, letting go of Su Xiaong.
The strong man beside him stared, wide-eyed.
What, what was that?!
A tail??
Shock and disbelief flooded the strong man’s eyes.
Su Gu walked over.
He was tall, especially when silent, emanating a cool and detached aura.
Even if his brows showed a bit of impatience, it attracted attention.
Su Gu grabbed his backpack, swung it with a bang.
It hit the other strong man’s head.
He spoke slowly
"If you don’t pay up, you’ll be beaten until you do."
In a blink, one strong man was pinned to the ground by Su Gu.
Five minutes later.
At the entrance of a small alley.
It seed quiet.
Until a stream of blood flowed out from the corner.
Looking inside.
Only to find two strong n lying on the ground.
Uncertain if they were knocked out from pain or dead.
A dark-haired, golden-eyed child in a white robe was seen.
Holding a long strip made from the milk can, drawing sothing on the two strong n’s bodies.
With each stroke, he seed extrely serious.
At first glance, it might seem like a child’s innocent, joyous scene.
But with each stroke the child drew, a bloody wound appeared on the strong n’s bodies, blood flowing out profusely.
Joyous or not, who knew.
But looking at it, it was certainly terrifying.
Su Xiaong finally added deer antlers to the qilin tattoos on those two n.
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