Chapter 73 Through Bodhi
Now it was near noon, and the small restaurant was cold and empty, with no customers at all, and only a small tingling SOB was heard inside. Ye Fan, dragging the river deer and carrying the rice noodles, opened the door of the shop and came in. Small Ting Ting big eyes red, is using a hot towel for the old man careful to wipe the wound, she was very distressed, wiping while sad crying. The old man's wrinkled face was covered with bruised finger marks, and the blood came mainly from his nose and mouth, and even his loose gray hair was stained with blood. "How could these animals have the heart to do it..." Ye Fan feel a heart-wrenching, a frail and kind old man encounter such a poison, really let people raging anger. Small Ting Ting is so cute and sensible, only five or six years old, b
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