Lang Shuoyang quickly picked up his pants on the ground and put them on. When he saw Miffel squatting on the window sill and looking at him with a smile, he cursed: "What's so good about it? You didn't do the same just now!" He took off Xiaoyun's pants and threw them away.
He went over and said, "Just wear this one first, yours is already in pieces."
"My eldest lady, there are all men here, where can I get you some women's pants?"
"I wear your pants, you wear this kid's." Miffel pointed at Lang Shuoyang and said.
"Am I not a man too?"
"You are different, so I will wear yours!" Miffel insisted on wearing Lang Shuoyang's pants. Lang Shuoyang had no choice but to hide behind the bed and change his pants, then threw his own pants over. Miffel smiled.
He said: "Is this right? I'm here to save you, so of course I have to wear your pants." After saying that, he stretched his head through the window railing and squeezed out. He shrunk and disappeared.
Lang Shuoyang looked back at the paralyzed people on the ground, sat beside them, and recited the Requiem Mantra to prevent their souls from being harmed.
The night passed in a blink of an eye. Several prisoners woke up before dawn, unaware of what happened last night. The first thing they asked when they opened their eyes was: "Where is that little girl?"
"Where did the girl come from in prison? Did you have a dream?" Lang Shuoyang said.
The bald man scratched his head and felt confused. He was not sure whether the beautiful woman he saw last night was real or a dream.
At dawn, before breakfast, a prison guard came over and opened the door: "Lang Shuoyang, come out."
When Lang Shuoyang came out, the prison guard said, "Let's go, someone is coming to help you get out."
The prison guard returned Lang Shuoyang's deerskin bag. There was nothing valuable in it, but it was not missing. Lang Shuoyang walked out of the prison gate, and it turned out to be Yi Nan. Wan and Miffel were also standing next to the car.
Wanrou ran over with red eyes: "Why are you here? I'm so anxious."
Yi Nan said: "Stop being so stupid and let's talk about it after we get in the car. Are you being bullied in there?"
Miffel said: "He must be bullied. This boy is so handsome. How can we treat him as a little lady?"
Lang Shuoyang smiled: "Yes, you even asked me to wear body-fitting pants!"
Miffel was afraid that he would reveal her nakedness last night, so she quickly changed the subject: "The clear soup and water in there must be greedy, let's go have a good meal, the policewoman treats you!"
"Why me?" Yi Nan said with a glare.
"You are the richest now. If you don't want to invite me, why don't you let the little Taoist nun invite you?" Miffel looked reasonable.
Yi Nan drove straight to the hotel. When passing by an alley, Lang Shuoyang saw a lot of people in the alley, like a market, and asked: "Where is this place? It doesn't look like a market. No one is carrying anything."
Dish, why are there so many people?"
Miffel said: "The market is a market, but it's not a vegetable seller. It's an antique market. There is a market every Sunday. My dad used to come here often. But it's an antique market, and there aren't many real antiques.
, it’s better to say it’s a used goods market.”
Lang Shuoyang came from the countryside and was curious about things in the city. He also liked to go to the market when he was in the countryside. He didn't know what the market in the city was like, so he said, "Can I go in and have a look? Anyway, I'm not hungry now.
Don't be in a hurry to eat."
Yi Nan parked the car on the side of the road, and the three women accompanied Lang Shuoyang into the alley.
Most of the stalls here sell goods. Just like what Miffel said, there are also antiques and fakes here, and there are also many that are not antiques, but are just older items, mixed with dragons and snakes, and there are all kinds of things.
The four of them looked down as they walked, "What do you think of this blue and white porcelain?" "Brother, this knife is a pure Mongolian knife, from Temujin's time!" "Beauty, look at this dressing mirror, from the late Ming Dynasty.
Things from the palace..." All kinds of shouts kept ringing here, and every buyer was praising the quality of his own goods like a hawker.
At this moment, a stall set up by a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties and a young man in his twenties suddenly appeared in Lang Shuoyang's sight.
What attracted Lang Shuoyang's attention was not their things, but their people.
Others may not be able to see it, but Lang Shuoyang can tell at a glance that there is something wrong with these two people, especially the middle-aged man. His eyes are sometimes condensed and sometimes scattered, and there is a deep black aura between his eyebrows. The young man is slightly better.
Yes, but not optimistic.
If I guessed correctly, these two people should have encountered something unclean, but these two people do not seem to be people who know the law. They should have used some native methods to solve the problem. Although they saved their lives,
There are definitely still side effects.
"Boss, do you want to buy something?" The middle-aged man saw Lang Shuoyang walking over and asked with a smile.
"Xiaozi, step aside and let the boss have a good look." After that, he ordered the young man next to him.
"I know, dad..."
"Are you two from Jiangchuan?" Wanrou heard their accents. She had a senior sister from Jiangchuan, so she was very familiar with the accent.
"Girl, let's look at things..." Wanrou's words made the middle-aged man's face change slightly, and he looked at Wanrou. Wanrou was not wearing a robe at this time, and Yi Nan bought her a dress. She looked like
Like a junior high school student, the middle-aged man didn't answer and hurriedly pointed to the things on the stall for everyone to see.
"It seems right. These two people must be local masters. They should have touched something unclean when they were fighting upside down." Lang Shuoyang saw that the middle-aged man's palms were thick, with thick calluses between the palms, and on the teeth.
They are all smoke spots. The key thing is that there is still a lot of unwashed dirt between the nails, which seems to have been accumulated over many years and cannot be washed away at all.
Lang Shuoyang wanted to find out more, so he asked: "You two, if you have anything good, please bring it out for us to see."
"This..." The middle-aged man struggled for a while, then looked at Lang Shuoyang and said, "Looks like the boss is not an ordinary person, okay..."
After speaking, he winked at the young man. The young man immediately understood, took out an old cloth bag from behind, opened it and handed it to Lang Shuoyang.
Most of the things inside were ceramics and the like, as well as bronze mirrors used by women in ancient times for dressing up, with dirt still on them. At this time, a small jade pendant appeared in everyone's eyes.
Others didn't think much of it. Miffel screamed: "What is this?" She reached out and grabbed the jade pendant. Lang Shuoyang asked: "What's wrong? Is there anything special?"
Miffel whispered: "This jade pendant is a pair of the jade pendant I swallowed back then. My father begged me for it at the Holy Buddha Temple. I still remember the holy monk at the time said that this jade pendant is a pair of jade pendants."
Yes, they are all magical weapons blessed by the Buddha. If you get one, you can eliminate disasters, but if you get a pair, you won’t know its efficacy."