The boy followed Ethan Yan and Bigengchu all the way to their courtyard. The white brick and green tile horse head wall and the willow tree branch sticking out of the wall were poetic. It was not far from where the boy was going to be beaten. After a few steps, Ethan Yan was too lazy to fly back and forth. The boy could barely keep up, but it was very difficult to walk.
Ethan Yan didn't deliberately slow down his pace, but he didn't speed up either. He just walked as he should. There was only a trace of surprise in his heart. He didn't expect that the boy could actually follow him here.
The row of small courtyards nearby were all filled with dragons. Although there was no head dragon at home at this time, the domineering dragon energy was very strong. Not to mention getting close, just looking at it from a distance would make you want to kneel down. But the boy never bent his back, as if he was not affected at all.
The boy chased to the gate of the courtyard, but he didn't enter, nor did he leave. He just silently chose an inconspicuous corner and sat down slowly, curled up, trembling. He was also careful not to get close to the snow-white wall, for fear that the mud on his body would dirty this place. He just sat there, and only when it was really painful would he take a few breaths of cold air quietly, as if he was afraid of causing trouble to others if the sound was a little louder.
Faced with such a situation, the first person who felt compassion was... not Ethan Yan, but Bi Gengchu, who practiced the way of ruthlessness.
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