Lin Yingfan heard someone talking in his ears in a daze.

"Diet?"

"No, there is still breathing."

"What are you afraid of if you are not dead? What a coward!"

"Why did you hit her on the head? What should I do if I really beat her to death?"

"Isn't this dead?"

"Oh, her eyelids are moving, she is about to wake up."

"She wakes up, run!"

Can monks run away or temples?

Li Fuli, Li Qiang, your family is inhuman scum, livestock! If I don’t peel you down this time, I will take your surname!!

She secretly acted fiercely, opened her eyes, and the clear sky above her head. The red fire clouds in the distance showed that it was already five or six o'clock in the afternoon.

She blinked hard. She was obviously at home before? Where is she now? And, where is her mother? Where has her mother gone?

Thinking of her and her mother being kicked, she hated her heart! She should have gone in just now and kicked the person to death without asking anything.

No, she has to get up and go to find her mother. Her mother must be seriously injured than her. If she doesn't go to the hospital quickly, it will be dangerous.

Lin Ying Pangling sat up and then found herself sitting in a bumpy open space. Wherever she saw was a large shabby bungalow, three or four children were wearing patched clothes and staring at her with big eyes.

"Oh, she woke up, run!"

"She's looking at us."

These sounds were exactly the sounds she heard when she was confused.

Lin Ying's heart sank. Where did Li Fuli get herself? It was not them who were talking to him just now but these children?

When you sweep your eyes around, your brain will be in a messy house, and the children are all tattered and patched clothes.

Oh my God, Lin Ying was so upset that she had never been to such a poor place? What is this?

After turning her head around, she was dizzy and dizzy. She quickly lay down and closed her eyes, feeling slightly better.

This is how I was beaten so hard just now! My body is very weak!

Just as he was gritting his teeth with hatred for Li Fuli's family, a little boy appeared in front of her.

She squinted her eyes, as if, probably, among the children talking opposite her just now, this kid would be!

As she got closer, she could see it more clearly. The child was patched with patches on his body, his clothes were washed white with big hair, and he couldn't tell his true gray work clothes. His sleeves were rolled up several times, and his pants were also big with patched... Her heart slowly sank...

But she didn't even bother to think too much, so she reached out and called the child, "Come and help my sister sit up."

The little boy stepped forward with a expressionless face and pulled her up easily, and did not forget to despise her: "Are you older than me? Who told you to call me sister? It's really a big clove of garlic!"

Why is this dead child so unpopular?

Lin Ying stared at him, "I'm older than you. If you don't call your sister, can you still call your aunt?" She didn't even have a boyfriend, so why didn't you call her aunt old?

The little boy sneered, "You want to be my elders and don't look at what you look like? You want to be my sister even if you want to be my little bean sprout? You're dreaming!"

Why is this little broken child so impaired?

Lin Ying rolled up her arms and rolled up her sleeves and said to the little broken child, "Come on, sister, I will teach you what respect and love are..." And so on, something she ignored just now appeared again. She pursed her lips and stared at her half-old blue sleeves that were also patched, and her exposed black hands were dazed.

She just said it, and always felt something was wrong.

No wonder this little brat said she was a little bean sprout. She was reborn?

"What's wrong with you? Was you stupid?" Little Poké's words were quite ugly. "Didn't I accidentally break your head? Who asked you to show off with candy and call me a little beggar? I didn't mean it, I just wanted to scare you. Who knew you were like a fool and didn't even hide?"

"Hey, why don't you talk? Where is your home? Why don't I send you home?" Even if I break the head, I apologize.

He just said he didn't want to play with these little girls. There were so many things to do, so cute!

Lin Ying wanted to cry, but she didn't know where her home was? She could receive the memories of the original owner when she was reborn, or she was reborn until she was a child. Why did she feel so miserable when she was here? She was reborn on the street and didn't even know who she was?

Besides, she was reborn, does it mean that she was beaten to death?

What about mom?

Lin Ying rarely cried, but she really wanted to cry at this time. She even forgot what the little kid said to break her head.

My mother taught that "Be calm when encountering things, don't be impulsive" sounded in her ears. She sniffed, endured the sad feeling back, and held back the tears.

"I forgot. My head was broken, and I can't remember anything now." Why do I feel like this is so pitiful?

Since he broke the original owner's head, let him take responsibility for the time being! She is unfamiliar with the place and has no memory, so she can't run around by herself. Who knows if a trafficker will take her away to see her beautiful appearance and sell her to the mountains.

Although this little broken child has a face that is not only contempt but also expressionless, having such a person following her will at least make her feel at ease.

"Hey, aren't you going to cry? I'll leave if you want to cry, no matter you." Little Pokémon looked at her and muttered in a low voice, "Just break a little, and you didn't even get a little blood. If you don't believe me, you can touch it... it's really silly!"

Lin Ying didn't hear his next sentence clearly, and was threatened by him very cowardly, and stretched out her little hand, "You pull me up quickly, I'm dizzy and bored, and I'm hungry."

The little boy glared at her for a long time as he heard these righteous words, and reached out and pulled her up, "Can you leave? Do I need to carry you?"

Lin Ying sniffed, "No, I can leave!" She became smaller, and she felt very adult, so she was so embarrassed to let a child carry her.

He followed him tightly and said, "Who said I was crying? Also, I can't find my home anymore, you have to care about me." It's not necessary to recite it, but the responsibilities that should be taken cannot be allowed to run away, otherwise he doesn't know what to do if he doesn't know what to do?

Just like a little slut, he just depends on others.

The little boy looked back at her with contempt, "Okay, okay, you women are in trouble!"

Hey, this broken child looks down on women quite a bit. Didn’t you give birth to women?

She almost said this, thinking about her current identity, she still held back.

After walking a few steps with the little punk child, she felt dizzy and softened her feet, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
Chapter completed!