Chapter 142 Seventy Cannon Fodder’s Counterattack

Looking at this scene, she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

But she also knows that these children cannot be entirely blamed, everything is caused by the world.

They are young and do not know what is right and what is wrong, and all their behaviors are imitated by adults.

This is a tragedy for society and for generations.

Luo Shui didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but now that she saw it, she couldn't turn a blind eye.

"Stop fighting!" she shouted to the noisy crowd.

The slightly older child stopped moving, the violence in his brows not dissipating yet.

When he saw Luo Shui with clean clothes and fair face, he asked: "What are you doing?"

He heard from his family that Luoshui's family were all officials and should not be messed with. He was willing to give this person some face if it didn't involve principles, but if she was nosy, he couldn't blame him for not giving face.

Luo Shui glanced at the weak little guy on the ground and said in a calm voice, "..."

She paused for a moment and said tepidly: "The worst case scenario is to be put in a jail cell, and the worst case scenario is to be put in a wooden warehouse."

A group of children who were not familiar with the world froze in fear when they heard these words, and started to chirp in a low voice.

The slightly older child Wang saw his people in a mess, his brows furrowed into a small mound.

"Are you saying this because you want to save the son of a bitch?" He raised his hand and pressed it down to calm the restless crowd, and asked with suspicion in his eyes.

Luo Shui's eyes were drooped, and her long eyelashes hid the admiration in her eyes.

This kid is quite keen, but it's a pity that this world has ruined him.

She lazily raised her eyes to look at him, sneered inexplicably, and said, "Do you think it's possible? Besides, you guys are in the way."

After saying this, Luo Shui carried the farm tools, leaving the little kids with an unattainable and elegant figure.

The King of Children watched her leave without hesitation, pursed his lips, and after a while, he said, "Let's leave today."

He said this not because he was soft-hearted, but because he knew that Luo Shui was right. They could beat this kid as they wanted, but they couldn't really beat him to death.

A group of children always followed the King of Children. Although they didn't know why, they all immediately dispersed after being obedient.

After a while, the noisy corner gradually became quiet, and only the thin little boy was left lying in the narrow path, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Luo Shui went home and put away his things. He struggled for a few seconds, but finally couldn't bear it anymore and returned the same way.

When I got there, I saw the little boy in tattered clothes still lying on the ground like a rag, his slightly rising and falling breathing indicating that he was still alive.

Luo Shui knelt down to avoid the little boy's injuries and carefully picked him up.

She had never taken care of a child, but her body seemed to have memory, and her movements in holding him were skillful and gentle.

**

When Han Chengyou woke up, he felt a pain all over his body, as if his bones had been broken. The mattress under him was soft and fragrant. For a moment, the child felt that he was dreaming.

After rubbing his little face lingeringly on the quilt a few times, he reluctantly sat up and looked around.

In a small room, there is a wardrobe against the wall and a wooden table near the window. There is a bouquet of red and yellow wild flowers in a bottle on the table.

The most striking thing is that there is a package of pastries on the table that exudes a sweet fragrance.

Han Chengyou swallowed, licked his dry lips, and turned his face to the side.

Luo Shui saw this scene when he came in.

The thin little boy huddled beside the bed, clutching his belly, with a single hair on his head sticking up carelessly, looking pitiful and cute.