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After Scarface said harsh words, he clenched the woman's arm tightly, and then signaled his subordinates to follow closely, and drove through the town gate in groups of three and four, all the way straight in.

Xuanlan and Zhang Qinglan were not treated so well. They were blocked by the servants who remained on the widest street in the center of the town.

The night was as dark as ink, with tiny flying insects flying up and down around the flame on the torch, and occasionally a few oil stars burst, making a soft "crackling" sound.

Yuanming and Yuanzheng followed Xuanlan, although they felt dissatisfied, they were infected by the calmness of the senior brother's whole body, they didn't say a word for a while, but kept silent and waited quietly.

Ao Zhan found a low wall at random, and leaned against the wall with his hands folded and his eyes closed.

The man's face with sword eyebrows and starry eyes was covered with frost, even if he didn't open his eyes, the cold and stern aura on his body forced the servants around him to take a few steps back, subconsciously avoiding touching this master's bad luck.

There were more than 20 guards left behind, and dozens of eyes fell on the five of them, and they did not look away for a long time.

Zhang Qinglan was originally honest when Ao Zhan held his hand, but now that she has nothing to do after being let go by the other party, she is naturally unwilling to settle down.

So the young man quickly took a step, expressionless, and unknowingly rubbed against the edge of the crowd.

Although it was midnight at this time, there was quite a commotion when a group of people walked into the town, so many people who had already fallen asleep were disturbed to re-light the lights, and even opened some gaps in the doors and windows, revealing only two eyes, Looking at everything that happened outside.

Zhang Qinglan's expression was indifferent, and he stood with his hands behind his back. His eyes passed through the servants who looked like a wall of people without showing any traces. What he saw was the dimly lit candlelight in the vast darkness.

The closest family to them lived on the edge of the road. The window made of rice paper was propped up with a small slit by wooden slats, and a pair of eyes were exposed from the slit. Their eyes met Zhang Qinglan by chance, and the prying action stopped immediately. pause.

Zhang Qinglan deliberately turned his back to the servants, making people think he was in a daze, so the two of them kept their eyes on each other for a longer time.

Not long after, the windows that had been propped up quickly fell down again, without leaving any traces.Instead, it was gently pushed open from the inside to the outside, but it was the originally locked door.

With the light of the torch, Zhang Qinglan finally saw that the person standing behind the door was a four or five-year-old child.

The toddler seemed very interested in the excitement of the outside world, with two horn-shaped buns combed on his head, wearing a gray-blue linen bellyband, holding an old rattle in his hand like a lotus root, raising his eyes timidly , staring at the crowd and the carts.

The guards were tired and yawned loudly.The sound in his mouth and the slightly shaking torch in his hand attracted the young child's attention, and the little boy who was just standing behind the door and peeking opened the door ignorantly, holding the rattle and staggering forward a few steps .

Zhang Qinglan took a panoramic view of the scene in front of her, and frowned slightly.

But before the little boy took a few steps forward, the rattle that he had been holding in his hand seemed to be unstable, and fell to the ground with a "click" - the door was originally a slope, so the round drum surface was not smooth. Stopped rolling, and rolled all the way from the front of the house into the crowd.

Finally, it lightly touched Zhang Qinglan's vamp, and then slowly stopped.

A few servants with sharp ears heard the sound, their sleepiness suddenly disappeared, and they immediately shouted vigilantly: "Who is it?!" The voice was like thunder on the ground, and the young child trembled in fright, and then he pursed his mouth and said, "Wow!" With a cry, weep loudly.

Seeing this, Zhang Qinglan's eyebrows twitched, and she shouted, "Wait a minute."

Everyone was taken aback by the childish cry that suddenly sounded not far away, and they all turned their heads, only then did they see clearly the bleak appearance of the little boy who was tugging at the hem of his clothes and crying: "Drum... drum drum, woo... ..."

A brawny servant closest to the boy had a dark face, and shouted loudly: "Gun Gun Gun, whose family's doll is this? I don't like it in the middle of the night."

But he didn't expect that the child would walk towards his rattle with clumsy steps while crying.It actually passed through the gap between the legs of a group of men, and the purpose was very obvious.

Zhang Qinglan had no choice but to bend down and reach out to pick up the rattle drum whose head was too broken. There was even only one bullet left on it, which looked very old.

The child hugged the young man's thigh in the blink of an eye, Xiaopang pointed to the rattle, tears streamed down his face, and babbled: "Drum drum."

A certain servant finally recovered from his astonishment, and said angrily to the young man, "What's the fuss?" He made a gesture to punch forward and snatch the things in Zhang Qinglan's hands.

But before he stretched out his fist, a black figure suddenly appeared diagonally, grabbed the servant's thick arm, pulled it aside violently, and then slapped the man's chest fiercely, shaking the unsuspecting man's voice. The sound was pushed out half a meter away.

All the movements were as swift as lightning, and after the man fell hard to the ground, everyone realized that the man who had been resting alone against the wall had stood beside the young man at some point, with stern eyes, staring at the man who wanted to make trouble Several people.

The scene stopped for a moment, only the babbling of children continued untimely.

Ao Zhan didn't hide the coldness in his eyes at all, raised his hand and patted the non-existing dust on his sleeves a few times, without saying a word.

Hearing the soft sighs of the two juniors beside him, Xuanlan took off the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist again, and twisted it lightly a few times.His gaze fell on the man's hands covered under his robe, recalling the blow that had no spiritual power but remained undiminished just now.

Zhang Qinglan was calm and relaxed, with a familiar look, raised her eyes to look at the pale servant opposite, and smiled with her lips indifferently.

For a while, the group of people who were still very arrogant did not dare to act rashly.

Then he leaned over and tore off the young boy who was tightly hugging his thigh, then squatted down holding the rattle drum, and handed the thing to the other party: "Give it back to you."

The young man's voice was deliberately soft and peaceful, his brows and eyes were cold, but he was full of patience.

Seeing the toy come back in front of him, the young boy burst into tears and laughed quickly. His two little hands rushed forward, wrapped Zhang Qinglan's fingertips holding the drum stick, and took the rattle back into his hand.

It's that momentary touch.

The temperature in Zhang Qinglan's eyes suddenly dissipated completely. Without letting others notice, she immediately grabbed the child's arm with her backhand, resting her fingertips lightly on the pulse gate, feeling the weak pulse and cold body temperature that are different from ordinary people.

At this moment, Ao Zhan was guarding the young man like a door god, and quickly caught the momentary stiffness of the other's figure.

"What?" he asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Qinglan curled her fingertips slightly, let go of her hand after a second quick confirmation, stood up on her knees, and said calmly: "It's nothing."

Xuanlan, who had been standing behind all this time, stepped forward at this time: "Little benefactor, what happened?" He pretended to raise his hand casually, and when he was about to put it on Zhang Qinglan's shoulder, Ao Zhan waved his hand to stop him, and stopped. In mid-air.

Xuanlan couldn't help it, so he had to withdraw his hand in embarrassment.

Zhang Qinglan turned her back to the two of them at this moment, so naturally she couldn't see all this.

After turning around and looking at Ao Zhan's stinky face, he just shook his head at Xuan Lan: "I was just thinking about how this child's parents could be so careless."

As soon as the words fell, candles lit up in the house not far away, and with a crackling sound, a young man dressed as a farmer opened the door and rushed out.

The child noticed the movement not far away, and quickly called out "Daddy" with a smile on his face.

The moment he saw the toddler, the man on the opposite side rushed over without thinking, and picked up the toddler who was still obsessed with toys, his face full of relief.Then he looked at the group of people around vigilantly, and hurriedly said "Thank you" to the young man, as if he was avoiding some trouble, and wanted to leave quickly.

At the same time when the young man was walking with the child in his arms, Zhang Qinglan seemed to suddenly remember something, and quickly made a move and grabbed the other's arm: "Wait a minute."

In an instant, Zhang Qinglan slid her fingertips down to feel the pulse of the other party before the other party had time to react.

Sure enough, if it is said that the young boy cried miserably, his face was pale and bloodless, it would be excusable.Then at this moment, this man with black face and dull eyes also has the symptoms of sluggish and weak pulse, and coldness all over his body, which is different from ordinary people. If you think about it carefully, you can detect the clues.

After the young man came back to his senses, he quickly and subconsciously shook off Zhang Qinglan's finger on his forearm, and said with a vigilant expression: "My lord, what else do you need?"

Zhang Qinglan detected the result she wanted, so she didn't bother anymore, and stuffed a bullet that fell from the rattle in her hand to the other party, and said calmly: "This should belong to your child."

The young man was stunned for a moment, and soon he thanked Zhang Qinglan for the beads he handed over. He still acted like a reminder, and quickly walked to the door of his house, and after entering, he vigorously pulled the door panel.

With the sound of iron chains rubbing against each other, the lights in the house were quickly extinguished.

Zhang Qinglan looked thoughtfully at the closed door not far away, and only looked away after a while.

Faced with the guarded and vigilant eyes of countless guards around him, the young man blinked with an innocent expression.Turning around and pulling up Ao Zhan's right hand, the two walked back to the middle of the road together.

Everything that happened before was like a farce, fleeting, leaving no trace.

The group returned to their original positions when they entered the town. Xuanlan and his two juniors stood quietly and upright on the spot, chanting words one after another, as if they were chanting scriptures.

Zhang Qinglan finally followed Ao Zhan obediently, and the two of them stood against the wall, occasionally whispering twice, which was unintelligible.

After waiting for more than half a cup of tea, surrounded by servants and guards, they finally saw the scarred face who came back from Yu's house alone.

One of the servants stepped forward, whispered to Scarface's ear, and recounted everything that happened just now.

After Scarface listened, with a gloomy face, he deliberately walked in front of Ao Zhan and Zhang Qinglan, and said with a fake smile:

"Gentlemen, let's go."