As soon as he was pushed down, Hu Xiang, who was also tied up like a watermelon, rolled to Sima Qing's side and hit his head heavily on his waist, making a low muffled sound.
Before I could react, Sima Yang had already grabbed my hand and exited the bustling crowd.
I looked at Sima Yang in confusion: "Aren't we going to save them?"
Sima Yang looked back at the crowded platform: "Let's go buy something first and then come back."
Want to buy something? Weapons? But there are already a lot of them on the platform![
I trotted behind Sima Yang: "What do you want to buy? A knife? A sword? But I don't know martial arts!"
Well, I decided that when I rescue people, I will find a corner to hide, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to Sima Yang.
Sima Yang glanced at me, and a sly smile appeared on his face, like ripples on a calm lake, rippling around in circles: "No, let's go buy something exciting."
Something lively? What is it?
Along the way, I jumped around Sima Yang like a sparrow, chirping and asking questions, but he kept smiling, but refused to say a word.
The car is so mysterious!
After walking through a long alley, Sima Yang and I came to a shop selling firecrackers. We bought large and small bags of firecrackers and carried them to the contest site like rice bags.