She looked at Bandong subconsciously. Bandong was stunned for a while and said righteously, "This girl, you don't have to do this. It is our responsibility to draw your sword to save him when you see injustice and you don't need to repay you."

If she hadn't met the prince, she would have died long ago.

As an orphan, she knows too much about the feeling of helplessness and no way to seek help.

The little singer opened her innocent eyes and said, "No, my father has always taught me that life-saving life should be rewarded. Girl, please leave me behind. I can serve tea and water, wash and cook..."

Ban Dong was stunned for a moment, and was joking, "I am also a girl and I don't need anyone to serve you."

The little singer hesitated for a moment, "Then I can serve your master and help you reduce the burden."

Bandong's face was so confusing, could he still do this?

Banchun shook his head slightly, it was still too simple and ignorant. "Bandong, someone wants to steal your work."

She pointed out a little and saw if Bandong had any insight.

After following the master for so long, I haven't learned a little bit of scheming yet, so I'm also drunk.

Bandong is the least brainless person. She will do whatever Mu Jiyue tells her.

She waved the little singer's hand with a firm expression, "Girl, really no need, go home quickly."

"I... are afraid." The little singer stood still, tears in her eyes, timid and frightened.

Bandong was a little confused. Didn’t he beat her away the bad guy? “What are you afraid of?”

Jiyue shook her head and sighed silently. This IQ is so big that she doesn’t have a brain.

The little singer looked frightened and pulled the corner of her clothes, and two tears rolled down the corner of her eyes, "I'm afraid that Mr. Fang will take revenge. He is the young master, so he naturally can't swallow this. Who can help me after you leave?"

When Bandong heard this, he felt very reasonable, "Master, she is very pitiful, why don't you help her."

Jiyue looked at her like an idiot, feeling a little powerless, "Okay, give her some money and send her away from afar."

"Yes." Bandong was not stingy and pulled out a silver note of 100 taels.

However, the little singer refused to leave and refused to get the silver notes.

"I am lonely and have no relatives or home. Where can I go? Miss, please accept me."

She was tearful and pitiful, and she was a little white flower.

Bandong always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't think of it for a moment, so he subconsciously looked at his master, "This..."

Jiyue was already lazy to talk about her, for nothing, it’s okay to be careless. Anyway, she is watching, nothing can happen.

"It's getting late, let's go."

She took the lead in walking out, her every move was elegant and calm, like a beautiful landscape, attracting everyone to stop and watch.

As soon as Ji Yue stepped out of the store, a figure rushed out from behind and knelt down in front of her.

"Miss, please, I kowtow to you. You are the most compassionate and kindest lady. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Save me."

The little singer cried so hard that she was heartbroken, and her tears were flowing down, looking like she was about to faint.

While crying, she begged clearly, "Miss, I don't want to die. Miss, once you leave, I will be forced to death. Since I have saved me, I will save me to the end. It is a big deal for me. For you, it is just a small matter of raising your hands."

OK, this is the entanglement of Mu Jiyue.

Mu Jiyue looked at her condescendingly, and a faint sarcasm flashed in her eyes.

"You said it right, it's just a trivial matter for me, but why should I save you? I'm not kind if I don't save you?"

She wanted to ask, what was her intention?

Under her eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything, the little singer's body trembled and her little face was pale, "I don't mean that, kind-hearted lady, save me..."

Banchun took a step forward and dragged the person aside, "Get out of here."

Mu Jiyue was about to walk forward when a sharp scream came from beside her, "Ah."

The little singer pulled out the hairpin above her head, pointed it at her neck and stroked it heavily, and blood surging, shocking everyone.

Bandong stared at this scene blankly, his head blank, "What are you doing?"

The little singer's face was covered in blood and tears, "Instead of falling into the hands of that bad guy, I might as well die now and give up my innocence."

Her decisive look was like a tragic woman, which attracted everyone to help her, "It's really a strong woman. It's rare. This lady, why not make her happy."

"Yes, what a good woman, she is not stained with the mud, and must not be ruined by such a playboy."

Everyone pleaded with mercy, "That's right, this lady, just accumulate virtue and do good deeds."

Mu Jiyue is a person who is strong when she meets a strong person. Being forced to act will only arouse her resistance.

She smiled and said nothing, and her eyes became colder and colder when she looked at the little singer.

Banqiu was very angry. Why did they make them look like bad people? What's the matter?

"Enough, we have done our best. If you want to help, please help."

Why do we have to be responsible to the end? It is not the parents of Xiaoge's girls, and there is no such obligation.

Besides, there are so many people in the world who need help, and it is impossible for them to help them all.

To help is benevolence and righteousness, but not to help is also a normal human nature.

However, the onlookers didn't think so, "How can you speak like this? How can you save only half of the people? It's better not to save them."

Ban Qiuqi rolled his eyes straight, "What's the reason? Is it wrong to save people?"

The guest said incessantly, "Isn't it? You gave her hope and took it away. It's better not to save it."

He is a rich businessman with a fat head and a big ear, and he is the best at mercy.

However, he refused to come forward to help, but let others be busy. What is the reason?

Banqiu complained in his heart, and was so depressed.

And from beginning to end, Mu Jiyue looked at him with a smile without any opinion.

The little singer kept kneeling on the ground and suddenly looked up at her, with an inexplicable light flashing in her eyes, "Don't blame my savior. If you want to blame, blame me, I'm incompetent."

Her eyes were swollen when she cried, and she was pitiful.

Banqiu is so annoyed that she is so annoying. How can crying solve the problem?

Her master has never shed a single tear after such a bumpy and difficult situation.

"Yes, people who are not capable should not live, go to die."

She has always been bold in speaking and doing things, and has a hot personality, and doesn't care what others think of her.

The little singer trembled all over, her eyes were filled with tears, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

The onlookers couldn't bear to watch it anymore and jumped out to accuse him, "How can you speak like this? This is too cruel!"

"It's too much to say bad things to a weak woman."

"Is there any reason for him to die?"
Chapter completed!