"Catch the thief, catch the thief." A group of people were chasing a little boy running from the opposite side. BANG! Ying Meng bumped into the little boy. Seeing that the people behind were about to catch up, the little boy grabbed Ying Meng.

Meng ran into the alley. In the end, the two of them hid in a pile of groceries and escaped.

"These lunatics finally escaped. By the way, why are you being chased?" The little boy wiped the dust off his face, kicked his legs, and sat on the wooden box next to him with his legs crossed.

"I don't know, I just ate a sweet thing, they called it Tanghulu. Then they asked me for something, um, something called money. I had never heard of what it was. Then,

Then, they said that I had eaten the King's meal, and then a group of people chased me, and I ran away. What about you? They said that you are a thief, why are you being chased?" Yingmeng performed a purification technique. It turned out that there was no such thing.

I couldn't pinch it with my spiritual power, so I had to pat the dust on my clothes. Then I smoothed the wrinkles on my clothes, and then sat upright on the wooden box next to me, saying with an aggrieved face.

"Oh, I'm about the same. I just took a few pieces of cloth and didn't pay, so they chased me half a street." The child fiddled with the black hair on his shoulders casually, holding one in his mouth.

He knew where he had picked the grass. He leaned against the wall with a sense of cynicism. "Little girl, what's your name?"

"My name is Yingmeng. I wonder what your surname is?" Yingmeng said politely, clasping his hands and observing the people in front of him.

The boy's skin was very white, like a sickly white color that had not been exposed to sunlight for many years. His facial features were delicate and angular, and there was a touch of nobility between his brows that was completely ruined by his careless behavior.

"My name is Yang Cang, you can call me Big Brother. From now on, you can follow me. I tell you, the entire Dongcheng is under my control. I think you don't understand anything, so let me teach you from now on."

." Just like this, a man from the market and an ignorant immortal. Oh, he is no longer an immortal. He is an ordinary person. Two people who have absolutely no chance of intersecting have inexplicably established a fate similar to that of a master and a disciple.

In the next few quarters of an hour, Yang Cang corrected Yingmeng's behavior one by one. Sitting like a bell, standing like a pine tree, and walking like the wind all turned into two-legged, gangly, and figure-eight steps for him.

Yingmeng is actually a little confused. The gap between these human worlds and the fairy world is really big. The person in front seems to have some brain problems. Although it feels a bit strange, but adhering to the reason of doing as the Romans do, Yingmeng still chooses to do it. But after all, it is

As a child who grew up in the world of etiquette, the actions of gangsters are always a bit nondescript.

"Forget it, let's do it. There will be plenty of time in the future, so we can make things right." Yang Cang was a little disappointed, but he still chose to continue changing Yingmeng. And this was his only follower. Although he got it through deception.

, but it also expresses Yingmeng's emotional intelligence and IQ in disguise. No wonder he was tricked by those old antiques in the fairy world and sent into exile. "Now you practice throwing stones with me."

After throwing the stone for a while, the stone in Yang Cang's hand fell to the ground. Yingmeng was stunned and found that Yang Cang just looked at his hand, and then continued to repeat the action of throwing the stone just now, as if the stone was still in his hand. So Yingmeng also

Throwing the stones to the ground.

Yang Cang was stunned for a moment when he saw it, and then started to laugh. "This is what I want to teach you. Even if you do something wrong, pretend that nothing happened. This way, others won't know if you did something wrong. Okay,
Chapter completed!