My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 1: four hundred and ninety-two

Chapter 492 1.492 Prison Cars

The one who came here with a whip all the way was a little head of the convoy. He looked fierce and arrogant. At first glance, he was incompatible with the flat-headed people around him.

"Stop!" Wu Mantian rushed over with two close-fitting masters, squinting at the murderous little leader.

The man was a well-rounded man, who was in his forties, and he was dressed in an old dark blue robe, and he looked like a dog.

"Do you know who Lao Tzu is? You, the lord of May City, dare to be arrogant in front of me?"

Wu Mantian immediately walked out of two tenth-level masters, one of them grabbed Tu Feiyuan and dragged him off the horse at once.

Tu Feiyuan yelled, "It's the opposite! I'm in charge of Qi Er in the mansion of Uncle Zheng in Beimo! You, a city lord, dare to do something to Laozi?"

"It turned out to be Qi Er in charge." Wu Mantian sneered and arched his hands at him. "If you have anything, please tell me, you have to hurry, and we will give you a way! No need to use the whip. People will scare people."

"Huh!" Qi Er's nostrils snorted heavily to the world, and glanced at the two ugly-faced tenth-level masters, but he did not dare to accuse Wu Mantian of bad attitude.

"Since the lord of the city will come, I won't say much! Please let me go! My trip is for the sake of our concubine Zheng." Qi Er looked like The ground arched her hands towards the northern sky, "My mother is waiting for her subordinates to rush back and take her life."

"It's easy to talk." Seeing that the other party had brought any imperial concubine out, Wu Mantian could no longer argue with him, whispered a few words to the two masters around him, and asked them to go and evacuate the crowded people first.

Wu Lingqu, who is only eight years old, stood beside her mother with a small mouth pouting, and whispered, "Mother, I hate this person's ugly face."

The city lord's wife gently pulled her daughter's little hand, motioning her not to speak.

Qiao Mu stood behind the crowd with cold eyes. The commotion just made the crowd more crowded, so she stayed for a while under the eaves of the house.

At this moment, I glanced over and saw that there were a dozen people escorting the convoy in front and back, and two wooden shed prison wagons were dragged among them.

A cart of five, six, or seven or eight people were detained in wooden sheds, old and young, a total of twelve and three people, large and small.

A girl who is about five or six years old is standing in a prison wagon, with two thin hands clutching a wooden pole tightly, looking at the people outside.

The crowd began to agitate.

An old man next to Qiao Mu~IndoMTL.com~ sighed and shook his head, "Hey, they're going to catch sharks in the underworld again."

"It's so pitiful, some are just children."

Qiao Mu's eyes fell on the two cars, old and young, but saw them looking forward to the city people outside.

But even Wu Mantian, the city lord, can't even interfere with Zheng Guifei, let alone their small group of ordinary people.

If you want to take care of nosy, you have to take care of your life first.

"Sailor?" Qiao Mu murmured to himself.

The old man glanced at her, but was startled by the face of the cold-faced girl in red.

The little girl is wearing a red hunting robe, her waist is not wide, her lips are not stained and vermilion, her hands are tucked in her sleeves, and a small stove is closed. The moonbrows and star pupils, a pair of black and lacquered beautiful eyes, are like the revolving abyss of two Hong, which seems to draw people into it at a glance.

(End of this chapter)