Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

118-2

He was in a complicated mood. Apart from sighing about the various aspects of life, he also had a deep empathy for why the five hunters hated the original owner. If it were him, he would hate him too.

Xue Yu raised his eyes slightly, asked for a small bowl of noodles, and ate with small bites of chopsticks. He ate very delicately, but his mouth could not tolerate high temperatures. When he put a few steaming noodles into his mouth, the heat made his lips red.

He felt a little thirsty at the end of the meal.

He put down his chopsticks, pinched the cup of water, put the mouth of the cup to his lips, raised his head and was about to put it into his mouth, but suddenly stopped and looked in one place.

In the corner two tables away from him, a man also ordered a bowl of noodles. He lowered his head, his shoulders were extremely straight, and the line from his nose was sharp and pale, with a stiff and solemn aura.

Strangely, there was a scar on the back of the man's hand, and blood was oozing out.

Even stranger, tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes.

They dripped onto his thighs.

- "A man was robbed of his money by a thief..."

- "The thief cut him with a knife... The man actually cried in the street..."

Xue Yu was stunned and immediately identified the man.

Now he could understand why so many people would rather not do their work but come out to join in the fun. First, the man was handsome enough, and second, he had a face that would never cry, but he was crying.

Xue Yu frowned slightly and hesitantly put the cup back in place. He stood up, walked to the man's table, and spread his palms.

"Here are twenty silver coins. Take them to the pharmacy to buy some things."

The man with red eyes raised his head.

He had a very good body, and every muscle showed strength. It was reasonable that he would not be so intolerant of pain. Xue Yu was slightly distracted, so he missed the flash of surprise in his eyes.

The man whispered: "Thank you."

But he did not take the silver coins. He just stared at Xue Yu for a while, and suddenly sniffed and said: "Do you think I am ashamed?"

Xue Yu was at a loss. His face was pure and clean, and he could see everything he thought clearly. He didn't understand where the shame was: "No, why do you think so."

The man's eyes were washed clear by water, and the whole person looked harmless. He didn't say much, but explained to the people who showed him kindness: "I am sick, and I cry when my body hurts."

"...Oh."

Xue Yu had never heard of this disease, but he would not doubt its authenticity. He comforted softly: "It will be fine, you'd better go to the pharmacy quickly."

After that, he saw the man bowed his head in silence, tears flowing pitifully. Xue Yu didn't know how to respond, and tried to comfort him in vain. He pursed his lips, put down the silver coin, turned around and walked out of the noodle shop.

The street was no longer as crowded as when he first came. Xue Yu breathed a sigh of relief and walked forward. He bumped into someone after walking a few steps.

He had seen him before. He was the one who found work for Ning Yao that day.

The other party obviously recognized him and said in surprise: "Aren't you the young man who followed Ning Yao last time? It just so happens that I have a big business deal here, and there will be benefits if it is successful. But I can't spare the time to find him. If you see him, ask him to come to the old place to find me."