Chapter 327: The Martial Art
Even as she cried, the small beggar was sneaking glances at Li Musheng between wipes of her eyes.
But she found the person before her utterly unmoved, simply watching her in silence without a word.
And so, little by little, the small beggar's wailing lost its energy, her voice growing smaller and smaller, until at last she simply slumped face-down at Li Musheng's feet without moving or making any sound, quietly recovering her strength on the quiet.
"Of all things, a supposed hero with not a shred of sympathy?"
The small beggar thought to herself, then noticed Li Musheng had taken out the item she had stolen and was turning it over in his hands, examining it.
"Why did you steal this?"
At that, Li Musheng suddenly asked.
The small beggar raised her head and looked at him, then her eyes darted about, and she arranged her face into an expression of pitiful aggrievement, "My lord, I was so hungry I had gone faint. I just happened to pick this up while I was trying to find something to eat."
"If you want it, please take it and do as you like..."