"Miss, I'm not meant..." The little girl immediately let go. She dirty the lady's clothes. Would the lady be angry?
"It's okay, you go." Qiutong said in a deep voice. She couldn't be soft-hearted. She didn't have the ability to take in a little girl.
"No, Miss, don't leave me behind. I will be very obedient and I will do a lot of work." The little girl cried again and begged hard.
When the passerby heard this, they began to point fingers again: "This little girl in rags is so miserable, and this lady is so vicious."
Qiutong sneered in her heart, sanctified and miserable? There are many miserable people locked in the black prison in the underground trading ground.
"No, no, it was the lady who bought me." The little girl explained timidly, the lady was very kind.
When the passerby heard this, his face looked a little ugly, he glanced at him in disgust, and then left.
Some people said before leaving: "Since you have bought it, don't throw it on the street. If you have money, don't pretend to be a good person and show off."
The onlookers dispersed, leaving only Jing Ao and others.
The little girl dared not say anything, and her tears never stopped. Her face, which was already dirty, has now become a flower-faced cat.
"I have something to do, so I'll leave first." Qiu Tong ignored the little girl and said to Jing Ao and others.
"Slowly, Qiutong, you, do you know where Hanyue is?" Jing Hao asked hurriedly, feeling a little nervous. Qiutong probably wouldn't tell him.
Qiutong's face changed and she said in a deep voice: "Sorry, there is nothing to tell."
"Qiutong, wait a moment, it doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I just want to ask if Han Yue is seriously injured? Has healed?" Jing Hao asked worriedly.
"Is the master injured?" Qiu Tong was surprised, and a suspicion flashed in her eyes. No wonder Wuxin could go to the Nether Palace.
"Yes, it was Wu Yue who injured Han Yue. How is she doing now?" Jing Hao asked. Wu Yue couldn't bear to let Typhoid Han Yue go, so she shouldn't take it too seriously.
"My master is fine, I don't know that the master is injured." Qiu Tong smiled, feeling a little obscure. The master has been back for a long time, and neither she nor Qingjun have seen each other. Moreover, it was Wu Yue's move, so I guess he is injured.
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"That's good. Since you know Han Yue is fine, she must be back. Where do you live?" Jing Hao had a small plan in his mind, but he just changed the question just now.
"Sorry, there is nothing to tell me." Qiu Tong felt funny in his heart. Is this Dongfang child caring too much about his master? He and his master are not on the same level at all, no, it is simply a gap between heaven and earth.
"Uh? Qiutong, do you come out often?" Jing Hao had no choice but to ask.
"Sorry, I have nothing to say, so I'll leave first." Qiutong still said the same thing, and after he finished speaking, he moved away.
When the little girl saw Qiutong leaving, she burst into tears like a spring and said hurriedly: "Miss, Miss, do you want me anymore?"
Qiutong looked at the little girl and said seriously: "I have never wanted you, and I don't like people who cry."
"I won't cry, I'll be very obedient. Miss, don't leave me, okay?" The little girl quickly wiped away her tears, bit her lip, and prevented herself from crying.
Qiutong ignored it and was about to pass everyone, but someone took a step forward.
Nangong Yu blocked Qiutong's path. More than a year ago, in Lans Square, her golden bell died tragically. She was confined to one month and was still vivid in her mind. She had never had the chance to take revenge. How could she swallow this tone!