Shane suddenly looked out the window and said, "Lord Viscount, that beggar is looking at you."
Claire looked in the direction of Shane's finger, and she saw the beggar who was lying on the ground dying raised his head and looked at himself, his eyes full of longing for life.
Claire squinted her eyes, didn't move, and continued to look at each other.
And the beggar didn't know if he had realized something. There was a glimmer of hope in Claire's eyes. He moved his arm forward, and then rubbed the ground and moved towards Claire.
"Save...Save me!" The other party weakly cried out for help.
Claire still didn't move too much, she was still staring at the other party, as if she was examining something.
The beggar held the ground with both hands and staggered to support his body. Only then did Claire realize that the other's hands and feet had been cut off with knives, and the wound on the wrist had not even healed. There were looming wounds on his clothes.
Shane's eyes flickered a few times and looked at Claire, but the other party still didn't have a big reaction.
Slowly, the beggar used his two weak arms to prop up his body, but his lower body still knelt on the ground, but after completing this action, a glimmer of hope finally appeared on his face, and he continued to move towards Claire. moved away in the direction.
The statement was vague: "Save... me..., I don't want to die yet."
Claire raised her eyebrows. He just saw the desire for life in the eyes of the other person. The feeling was like seeing a drowning person's desire for oxygen. It was shocking, but it also touched Claire's heart.
"Maybe this is someone who can make things happen..." Claire said to herself.
After the beggar stood up, his speed became much faster, and he slowly moved towards Claire from the opposite side of the road.
But before he reached one meter, his body collapsed again. He was about to die, and his body could no longer bear it. He just supported because his body had exhausted most of his strength.
But after the fall, the opponent did not accept his fate, but moved his head like a worm and wriggled in the direction of Claire.
Claire's eyes flickered, showing admiration.
"Ha! Ha!" The other party was panting heavily, but his body still didn't stop. He finally moved to the middle of the road, and there was blood behind it all.
"Crack!" The opponent's body suddenly stopped, and his head fell to the ground. At this moment, he suddenly lost control of his body, and he couldn't even crawl forward.
Then came a choked cry, "Woooooo."
At this time, he didn't even have the strength to look straight at Claire. He could only let his face face the ground, and the tears could not stop flowing. He didn't know why he was crying at this time. He didn't cry when he cut off his hand scriptures with the knife, and when he knew he wouldn't be able to survive tonight and would die, he didn't cry, but it was at this moment that he cried.
His entire body was paralyzed on the ground as if he was paralyzed, unable to move at all, only a whimpering cry came out: "Please, save me! Even if you are a demon... I will swear allegiance to you. "
Claire suddenly showed a smile, looked at Shane and asked, "Can you help?"
Shane was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Claire would suddenly ask himself this question. He hesitated for a while, "Help?"
"Okay, help!"
Then Claire rolled over and got out of the car and walked in front of the other party. Seeing Claire approaching, Ciri relaxed and her consciousness gradually blurred.
...
Hirian was not a native of his own country, but fled here from another country. His family died along the way, and he was the only one who survived. He was only eleven years old at that time.
At the age of eleven, he was coaxed into the capital and sold to those underground gangs. The gang he belonged to was called the Razor Club, and he was good at using a razor to cut the pockets of the rich. Steal money from it.
At first, Hirian was reluctant to learn, but he was beaten constantly. He was hungry for a few days before he started to learn. He was very smart and learned things very quickly, and soon became famous in the gang, but this kind of fame is not What a good thing, they are always the lowest, not even gang members in the Razor Club.
All the money stolen every day will also be offered, and then exchanged for a full meal for the day.
Some people thought about running away, but they were all caught, cut their throats with a razor in front of them, and died in front of them, so from that moment on, Hirian left a shadow in his heart, especially fear of death. .
In this way, five years have passed, and Xilian has also become a sixteen-year-old boy. One day he went out to steal as usual, and he was eyeing a beautifully dressed noble girl. Xilian looks good and can be courted. Other people's likes, he also relies on this face that is easy to make people feel good, and it is easier to get it.
If they are sloppy, people will avoid them, so the Razor will prepare decent clothes for them. After Cillian tidyed up his clothes, he approached the noble girl and chatted a few words, and then he provokes them. The other party covered his mouth and laughed. Just when he was about to take this opportunity to steal, a young boy with the appearance of a noble suddenly appeared and kicked him out.
"You dare to touch my woman!"
The man shouted and picked up the thing in his hand and smashed it down at Xilian, constantly kicking and hitting him all over the body. Xilian did not dare to resist, he could only dodge and try to escape from this place. He hit the thigh with a big stick, and he managed to escape, under the jeers of the other party.
The injured Xilian returned to the gang. Because he didn't steal the money that day, he was beaten badly. He never thought that he was the one who stole the most money back.
Hirian injured his thigh, and he couldn't steal a penny for the next few days. The gang didn't give him food at all in those days. He could only lie outside the bakery looking at the bread inside and endure it. Hunger waiting for his leg injury to recover.
It was at this time that a young lady handed herself a piece of bread, and Cillian thanked him one after another: "Thank you, you are really a kind person."
Hirian was holding the cheapest piece of brown bread, and his heart was full of excitement. After gobbling down a few mouthfuls, he looked up and glanced over. Those who came out of the bakery were all holding fragrant white bread. Hirian He suddenly stopped chewing, not because he felt that the brown bread in his hand was not fragrant, but a thought suddenly popped into his mind: I won't be like this for the rest of my life...
Before, he tried hard to steal money in order to really join the gang, but the whips he received also made him understand that the members of the gang only regarded him as a tool to make money, and there were many other tools like him.
From that day on, he would secretly take out a small part of the money he invested and hide it in a hidden place. That was his hope, the hope of escaping Razor's control and gaining a new life.
Three years later, he went to hide money as usual, but in that hidden corner he found a gang member who was having a good time with the young lady in the prostitute. He never escaped, and was caught. Three years of savings were also turned over.
After being discovered, he did not die, but became a negative example of the other teenagers. He was hanged and beaten with a whip dipped in salt water. He was left in this alley and began the next stage of exploitation.
But Cillian knew that he would not survive this day at all. His blood kept flowing out, and his body became weaker and weaker.
At the beginning, he could barely do some movements, but the only thing that could move was his head. Cillian, who felt his life passing by, just wanted to see the world for the last time~www.mtlnovel.com~ This treats himself Not so friendly world.
But it was just a casual glance. I saw Claire looking at him at the door of the restaurant. Although Claire gave him a strange feeling, he didn't care. He just glanced at him. What's the use of being strange, Claire? He also walked into the restaurant and started business talks with Sophia.
Then he felt sleepy, couldn't lift his eyelids, and his head lay on the ground.
It was at this time that Claire and Sophia came out. Although he couldn't hear what they said, they also woke him up, who was about to die.
Reluctantly raising her head, Cillian saw Claire riding in the carriage, and the previous thought flashed through her mind again, "Am I going to die like this in my life?"
Death, what a terrifying term, he has seen the life of his former partner pass by in front of him.
I don't want to die yet! I still want to live, my life should not end like this!
The fear brought about by death, in turn, made Cillian burst out with hope of life. He looked at Claire. Although he didn't know why, his body moved towards him. He had a feeling that this person could save him. , and only he is willing to save himself!
There is nothing wrong with the strange feeling I had before, it was my chance!
"help me..."
Xilian's body seemed to have been hit with a cardiotonic, and kept moving towards Claire, but Claire never looked at him, but he still didn't give up, and kept moving his mutilated body in that direction. hope!
Until he heard that sentence: "Lord Viscount, that beggar is looking at you."