"What?" Jiang Su was bent down and held down by this man. When the Queen Mother found that she could not shake the child, she turned around and realized that the person who yelled about throwing things was an immortal master.
And the "thief" that the immortal is holding down is his little girl doll.
The monk bent down and put his hand on Jiang Su's shoulder. The next moment, he quietly exerted force on his wrist, and "pop -" Jiang Su fell to the ground.
He stretched out his foot and stepped directly on the little girl's body. Only then did the monk discover that the girl's hand was tied with a long linen cloth.
Attached to a woman...
He secretly murmured in his heart: "Are there any children with parents... They are neatly and cleanly dressed. It's hard to handle them on the street."
The Queen Mother quickly walked a few steps and rushed to Jiang Su's side. With a "plop", she knelt on the ground and kowtowed to this "immortal" one by one.
"Immortal! Immortal Lord! This is my daughter. She is young. She is always careful and polite. She must not take your elixir! Is that right..."
In an instant, the woman's face was covered with tears. She wiped her face with rough hands, and there were water marks in her wrinkles. She looked like a miserable woman with runny nose and tears.
"Is there someone with evil intentions? He stole Xianjun's elixir and threw it at the feet of my good daughter, Xianjun! You must take a good look at it. Please let my good daughter go. She is only three years old and will not
To do this kind of thing.”
The woman raised her head and tapped the ground. The roads in the city were also sandy and gravel, but they were flatter than the roads in the village. At this time, her forehead had been bruised by the slightly raised sand and gravel on the ground, and some fine stones or blood were stained on her skin.
superior.
Jiang Su's face was expressionless, and in the eyes of others, it looked like a girl who was scared out of her wits, looking around in confusion.
"This kid stepped on it pretty hard. Does he want to step on my internal organs directly??"
Jiang Su cursed secretly in his heart, his eyes falling on the "mother" beside him.
Her own eyes were red, and there was a slight glimmer of water in them.
"Mom..." the female doll said in a crying voice.
It's useless to kowtow. No matter how fast you kowtow, it's just for this person to watch and play with.
Jiang Su himself is a monk. He is not very young, but he still fights among various low-level monks. When these people stick their butts out, you can tell what they are about to fart in their mouths!
Where did this monk lose his elixir? He clearly saw a girl and got interested and planned to bully her.
The status gap between monks and mortals is not very big in the Western Region itself. The biggest gap is in the imperial capital and Zhongdu that do not treat people as human beings!
The palace bell hung on the monk's waist sounded three tones, ringing and not ringing. At first glance, he sounded like a monk from China who was being enshrined.
How could a monk from the Western Region do this?!!
"What are you doing? This is just a little baby, how can I steal your elixir?!"
"That's right, what kind of elixir did you throw away? Let's talk about it. If you can't beat it, just search it on this baby. You bully a baby, you are not a cultivator!"
There were local monks around who were angry and had swords on their waists. They stepped forward to push the man away.
Unexpectedly, this man smiled sinisterly and looked at the two people with mocking eyes: "Sword cultivator? Sword cultivator? So it's you. Who do I think has the ability to help ordinary people when there is injustice on the road?"
"What's the matter? I lost my elixir. I said this girl stole it because I saw it with my own eyes. Do you want to confuse right and wrong and make me suffer in vain?!"
The sword cultivator and sword cultivator in the front looked at each other, their brows furrowed, for no other reason than that they had not seen the truth.
All I know is... there was a little kid who was bullied, and they didn't take it for granted.
Jiang Su lay on the ground, pursed her lips, and the severe pain in her back made her tears roll down to the ground one by one like pearls.
She sobbed silently, like a quiet little kitten about to be skinned and eaten.
The woman was wailing in the street. This scene of crying and fighting made mortals feel sad when they saw it, while the monks felt... faintly uncomfortable when they saw it.
In other words, it's bad luck.
Suddenly a pair of black boots appeared in front of her eyes.
He said:
"Fellow Taoist, what kind of elixir have you lost? I can give you one. If this girl really takes it, then it will be your chance to give it to her. Why should mother and daughter suffer like this?"
The voice sounds familiar???
Met an old acquaintance?
Jiang Su looked up along the man's boots. The girl slowly raised her head, and along the thick and spacious robe, she saw...
She didn't see anything. The man's clothes were extremely curved, burying her face. Jiang Su struggled with her arms, as if she couldn't bear the pain of oppression, and she was already dying of children.
The man in black boots quickly took a step back and bent down to treat her. His fingers had already grasped the baby's wrist.
"..."
Only then did Jiang Su see clearly that it was not the hem of his clothes that was blocking her view, but this man's belly...
This monk...has such a big spirit?
"Since you don't listen, I don't need to negotiate with you."
In the flash of lightning, just when Jiang Su was still wondering that this person must be a kitchen cultivator, she was suddenly pulled out from under the feet of the Central Earth cultivator.
The female doll stood on the ground, blankly looking around at the sea of people on the third floor and the third floor outside. Finally, her eyes fell on the person who saved her.
"This is...this voice...this appearance..."
Jiang Su came up with an incredible answer in her heart.
This man said: "In Yanhui in the Lower East Region, he is known as...Poison Judge."
Judge Poison, isn't this my cheap senior brother who claims to be from the same origin? What's the name of the Eastern Region... Lan Yue Valley?
If he is not in the Eastern Region, what is he doing in the Western Region? Aren’t the rumors saying that he is a divine dragon who rarely goes out?
Yanhui's tone was indifferent, his sleeves floated slightly, and suddenly thick smoke spread out, covering the surroundings of the Middle-earth monks in an instant.
Only then did Jiang Su see that the person who stepped on him had a sword on his waist, and he was actually a swordsman.
"Why...the person who uses the knife actually behaves like this...doesn't he want to give it up?"
It's so strange, all these things are so strange.
After hearing Yan Hui announce his family name, Zhongtu Swordsman looked at him in horror and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Poison...Poison Judge?! I...I just lost a small elixir. I wouldn't ask a master of alchemy like you to donate it...I...can't bear it, haha...I can't bear it."
rise."
This man turned around and was about to run away, but he didn't have the courage of a sword cultivator at all.
The next moment, the smoke climbed up to the corners of his clothes, passed through the loose and slightly rough material, and penetrated into the man's skin.
He fell to the ground with a bang, curled up and rolled on the ground with his head in his hands.
"Ahhhhhh-what is this, why...why, what is biting me!!! Ah-"
With the naked eyes of a child, Jiang Su could clearly see the strange sight of this man's skin crawling like insects.
