Po Tian Xie Zun

"Look, what happened there?"

"Let's go, let's take a look."

"It is estimated that the team that lost the game refused to accept it and started to make a fuss."

"should be…"

The walking speed of the crowd in front suddenly increased. Lan Ting Di Zijian looked strangely, and saw that the place about 200 meters away from them was full of people, and there were more and more people Everyone has curiosity, but Di Zijian and Lan Ting don't care about things that have nothing to do with them, and they don't like to watch other people's excitement, so they look at each other and slowly cross the encirclement.

"No...girl, please help me..."

But sometimes the more you don't want to be nosy, things will often come to you. Just halfway between the two of you, a disheveled woman in filial piety suddenly rushed out of the crowd, grabbed Lan Ting's clothes, and knelt on the ground. The ground was trembling and weeping.

"Damn, don't you want to sell yourself to bury your father? I want to buy you and you dare to refuse!"

Looking at her stained goose-yellow brocade robe, Lan Ting frowned unrecognizably, and just about to explode, a group of people rushed out from the crowd, the leader was a man with a fat head and big ears, and his eyes were lewd. A good thing, a standard nouveau riche, the woman holding her was shaking like chaff, crying and hid behind Lan Ting, stammering and shouting: "But...but I don't want to be your ninth wife!"

It turned out that the matter was very simple and bloody. The woman sold herself to bury her father, but was asked by the bully to be the ninth concubine. She was unwilling, and then this dispute was triggered. Taking a look at those onlookers, all of them are indifferent, and they still look like they are watching a good show. This is the so-called human nature.

"I can't help but you don't do it, come here, and bring her to my uncle!"

"Yes!"

The upstart swears, and a group of lackeys swarm up.

"Go away, old lady!"

Lan Ting, who was originally unhappy because of women, was instantly furious to the extreme, and with a flash of vigorous energy, she instantly sent those lackeys who were ignorant and bullying out into the air.

"Where did it come from..."

"call out!"

"what!"

Seeing this, the nouveau riche rushed forward angrily. Before he could finish his sentence, a silver light pierced the sky and slipped dangerously past his fat face. The crowd of onlookers was also emptied, and the man fell down in fright On the ground, the lust in his eyes was replaced by fear, and a handful of fat on his body trembled as if it was about to fall off, not to mention how disgusting it was.

"roll!"

Holding a bow and arrow and standing side by side beside Lan Ting, Di Zijian roared, and the upstart was scared to death.

"Remember me!"

Just like in the TV series, when the man and his dog legs ran away, they didn't forget the dog's blood, and the crowd laughed loudly. This scene is so fucking ridiculous.

"Thank you for your life-saving grace. The little girl has nothing to repay. I am willing to work hard for you. I hope you will not be disgusted."

Chu Chu pitifully knelt down in front of them, the woman lowered her head, no one could see her expression, but they could see her tears falling on the ground.

"Girl please get up."

The good old man Di Zijian put away his bow and arrow, bent down to help her up, while Lan Ting glanced at her indifferently, and looked up at the shivering little boy kneeling there not far away and the corpse wrapped in grass beside him. He lifted his feet and walked over.

"Are you selling your body to bury your father?"

Stopping in front of the straw mat, Lan Ting asked in a cold voice, the little boy was so frightened that he lost his courage, and there was no way to answer her question, the woman hurried over and stood next to her with her head bowed, said softly and sadly :"Yes."

"Look up and let me see."

Junmei frowned slightly, and Lan Ting spoke again with unknown meaning. Just now she had quietly checked the authenticity of the corpse, but she always thought there was something wrong with it, so she had to be cautious.

"I…"

Choking, the woman slowly raised her head. Although her face was ashamed, she could still see that she was a beauty. Tears blurred her eyes. Lan Ting couldn't see anything from her eyes, she could only see that she couldn't hide her face. sad.

"what happened?"

Di Zijian looked strangely at Lan Ting, who was completely different from usual. Before, he always thought that Lan Ting was innocent, cute, smart, but not unfathomable. It wasn't until this moment that he realized that none of them was really Simple, but usually they rarely show it.

"It's nothing."

Shaking her head, Lan Ting took out a money bag from her pocket and stuffed it to the woman: "There are thirty gold coins in it, which should be enough to bury your father."

Hearing this, the woman grabbed the purse tightly in surprise, and pulled the little boy to his knees to kowtow to them excitedly.

"Thank you Bodhisattva, the little girl will be your servant from today on."

"No, I don't need slaves."

After finishing speaking, Lan Ting pulled Di Zijian and turned around indifferently. The woman was stunned when she saw it, and rushed to the front of the two to block their way, crying pitifully: "No, please let the little girl repay your kindness." .”

"unnecessary!"

"Female Bodhisattva, please, I can do anything, please take us siblings in, we really have no other way out."

"Don't call me a female Bodhisattva, it's up to you whether you have a way out, get out of the way."

No matter what she said, Lan Ting always refused with a cold face. She really didn't need it, and it was also a precaution. No one dared to guarantee 100% whether this woman was sent undercover on purpose by someone else, for the sake of Brother Wuya and Brother Xingtian. For her safety, she cannot take any risks. Most importantly, she, who is closest to Xie Wuya, has also acquired some of Xie Wuya's habits, for example, disregarding life. She wouldn't frown in front of her, giving her gold coins was already her limit.

"Please do me a favor, the little girl will definitely repay you like a cow and a horse, girl, please."

Pulling the little boy down to his knees again, the woman cried so much that even the indifferent onlookers couldn't help being moved, but Lan Ting still showed no sign of loosening.

"Lanting, why not take her back."

Di Zijian couldn't bear to pull Lanting's clothes, he was so pitiful.

"No, brother Wuya will definitely be angry. Also, who knows if she has evil intentions, Zijian, to us, nothing is as important as brother Wuya and the others."

Lan Ting sternly refused, it can be said that Di Zijian didn't give Di Zijian any face at all, but Di Zijian didn't mean to be angry at all, because her concerns were not unreasonable, and he looked at the two apologetically, and there was nothing he could do. , Wu Ya is more indifferent than them, it is impossible to pay attention to other people's life and death, taking her back is tantamount to making Wu Ya unhappy, this kind of thing can't be done no matter what.

Women also seem to be able to read faces. Seeing that Di Zijian seems to be more talkative, she knelt and crawled in front of him, holding tightly to the hem of his robe with both hands: "My lord, please, please take pity on us siblings."

"This…"

Looking at Lan Ting and the woman in embarrassment, Di Zijian lost his temper for a while, not knowing what to do.

"Please, the little girl kowtowed to you, please..."

Seeing this, the woman kept on doing nothing, bumping her head on the ground. After all, Di Zijian couldn't resist the softness in his heart, so he knelt down to stop her, and pulled her to stand up.

"Lanting, let's take her back and let Wu Ya decide. If Wu Ya really can't take them in, then I will definitely not say another word of nonsense."

"You... pissed me off, it's up to you."

Hearing this, look at the poor woman again, Lan Ting waved her hand angrily, passed them and left directly, damn it, she doesn't care, that woman is looking for abuse by herself, don't be blamed for being humiliated by Brother Wu Ya and the others She, and Zijian, she dares to use the head of the item as a guarantee that brother Wuya will definitely teach him a lesson, and Nima is not as kind as he is. Thirty gold coins are enough to buy ten sets of coffins. The siblings just need to be more frugal. , should be able to wait until they find a job, but she pesters them with a stern face, obviously with bad intentions. Damn, are Di Zijian's eyes covered with shit?Such an obvious thing can't be seen.

"Let your younger brother find someone to bury your father first. You can come with me first. I can't guarantee that my master will take you in."

Watching Lan Ting's figure gradually disappear, Di Zijian sighed and said helplessly.

"Thank you son, thank you son, the little girl will be fine soon."

Kneeling down gratefully and kowtowing to him a few more times, regardless of what he had to say, he dragged the little boy back to the straw mat, followed by a few more nods, and then carefully handed Lan Ting to her The money bag was handed over to him, and he ran back after explaining briefly.

"My lord, the servant is ready."

The woman stood respectfully and humblely behind Di Zi's fitness, with her head lowered, in a blind spot where no one could see, her lips curled into a strange arc.

"Let's go."

Di Zijian, who seemed a little irritable because of Lan Ting, nodded and did not correct her address. He led him and gradually disappeared into the street. The crowd of onlookers slowly dispersed. Everyone was discussing the good luck of the siblings. To be able to meet such a generous benefactor, but are they really lucky?Is Lan Ting really the patron?Hehe... not at all!

"Master, it seems that the plan is going well."

After an unknown amount of time, three men suddenly appeared from around the corner, staring at the direction of Jingtai Tower for a moment, and one of the men looked at the man standing among them and said with satisfaction.

"Successful? Is that really the case?"

The leading man, dressed in fluttering white clothes, was handsome and extraordinary. It was none other than Xie Wuya's mortal enemy, Duanmuli. His sexy and charming thin lips curled into a slightly ironic arc. A little girl can see the clues, how could they not see it?Moreover, their Majesty the Evil Emperor is not a kind-hearted person, how could he casually accept strangers to join them?The plan was nothing but busy work.