Sao Nian, do you want to sign a contract? [Comprehensive]

Afternoon, windy, sleet.

With the cold wind blowing, Jun Xijiu pulled up his collar.After taking a look at the clothing of the surrounding people, the means of transportation, and the style of the surrounding shops, etc., this place should be similar to the Victorian era in the late 19s.

While walking, the clothes on his body were transformed and integrated into the local style, and at the same time, the mixed spell that reduced the sense of presence and cognitive impairment imposed on him was revoked.

Rain and snow are also good in other places, in places like slums.

When the two are mixed together, there is neither the hazy artistic conception of rain nor the color of white snow.The soles of the feet of pedestrians hurrying to and fro on the street were covered with dust, and the snow fell on the ground and turned into water, being trampled by people passing by, the streets were soon filled with mud.

"Sir, do you want to buy cigarettes?"

Jun Xijiu was suddenly stopped by a sallow-faced and thin child in the street. He looked a little apprehensive. Seeing that Jun Xijiu was not angry, he took out a box of cigarettes with a damaged shell from his arms and said timidly: "The inside is intact and cheap. Sell ​​it to you."

The child is almost full of bones, and the outstretched wrist is like a firewood stick.

Dry and thin.

Compared with the white and fat cubs at home, Jun Xijiu sighed and bought the pack of cigarettes.The price was slightly higher and doubled, and there was no extra gift.

This is a slum, and Jun Xijiu's sudden appearance here has attracted the attention of many people. Giving too much money to a child is no less than a three-year-old child holding gold pictures and causing trouble.

But from his start, everyone around him knew that he was kind and talkative.

After a few steps, I was surrounded by a few sellers, selling some messy things, some selling dead fruits, and some selling things that were called antiques.

Some of Jun Xijiu bought it, some refused it indifferently.

Being poor is no excuse.

It was probably because Jun Xijiu was not a talkative and taken advantage of, and his indifference made people frightened. For a while, many people who were still on the sidelines retreated.

"You...you should know this, I don't want money, I just want medicine." After a group of sellers retreated, suddenly another child ran over.

There was a trace of interest in Jun Xijiu's eyes.

The child is holding a cuff, made of ruby. The cut surface and luster are very good, and the shape is also very unique. Compared with the antique just now, this is the real thing.

and.

Although the child's clothes and face were dirty, it was hard for him to escape Jun Xijiu's sharp eyes.Although his body is also thin, it is not the thinness of the child at the beginning, but the clothes that are one size bigger are set off by the emptiness.

The eyes are bright and bright, and the hair is a little dirty, but it is well maintained if you look closely. This kind of good hair is not something that a child in the slums who has been malnourished for a long time can grow.

And the face is dirty, but the nails are clean.

The nails are full and round, with normal pink blood. From this, it can be seen that his body is full of blood. Before that, he should be a young master from a rich family.

The funniest thing is...

Jun Xijiu bent down and held him in his arms.

The little boy's body stiffened for a while, and then he began to struggle violently.But he didn't seem to have had enough to eat for a few days, and his strength was not as strong as a kitten.

out of range of the crowd.

Standing in front of him was a man in a tuxedo. He pushed down his glasses and said in a very polite tone, "Can you return my young master to me?"

The little boy in his arms looked annoyed when he saw the person who appeared suddenly, and he turned his head awkwardly, but his stiff body immediately relaxed.

Jun Xijiu smiled: "Devil."

The man narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You are joking, I am just a housekeeper."

Jun Xijiu hugged the child even tighter.

He replied, with a slightly provocative tone: "Oh, I'm just an ordinary father. I picked this child up on the road, and it's mine."

The atmosphere instantly became tense.