Chapter 492: 1.492 prison car

Chapter 492 1.492 Prison Car
A whip came all the way, was a small leader of the team, looks fierce and outrageous, at first glance, it is incompatible with the ordinary flat-headed people around.
"Stop it!" Wu Mantian rushed over with two close masters, and looked at the murderous little leader with a narrow gaze.
The man's standard soil and fat circle, in his forties, was dressed in an old dark blue robe and looked like a humanoid dog.
"Do you know who Lao Tzu is? You are a little May City master, and dare to be mad in front of me?"
Wu Mantian immediately walked out of the two ten-level masters, one of them grabbed the soil and rounded it, and immediately dragged him down.
Tu Feiyuan yelled, "Going against the sky! Lao Tzu is in charge of the second house of Zheng Guozhang in Beimo! You a city owner, dare to kick Lao Tzu?"
"It turned out to be a matter of errands." Wu Mantian sneered and arched his hand at him. "If you have anything to say, you have to hurry up, we'll give you a way out! You don't have to move the whip to draw people, you will Scary. "
"Huh!" Qi Erguan's nostril snorted heavily to the heavens and earth, and glared at the two bad ten-level masters, but dare not accuse him of bad attitude.
"Since the Lord of the City will come, I won't say much! Please let it go! I am here, but for our lady Zheng Guifei." Qi Erguan seemed to look northward. Tian Tian arched his hand, "Our mother-in-law is waiting for her subordinates to rush back to die."
"It's good to say." Seeing what the other concubine had brought out, Wu Mantian could no longer argue with him, and whispered a few words with the two masters around him, let them go and evacuate the crowded people first.
Only eight years old, Ling Lingqu stood beside her mother with a small mouth and muttered, "My dear, I hate this person's ugly face."
The lady of the city lord gently pulled her daughter's little hand and motioned for her to speak.
Qiaomu stood behind the crowd indifferently. The commotion only made the crowd more crowded, and she stayed under the roof of the house for a moment.
At that moment, I glanced over the past, and saw that there were more than a dozen people escorted from the front and back of the convoy, which dragged two wooden shed prisoners.
A car with five or six or seven or eight people was detained in a wooden shed, with all ages, young and old, a total of 12 or 3 people.
A girl between the ages of five and six stood in a prisoner's car, with two small, thin hands clinging to a wooden post, staring at the people outside.
The crowd started to stir up.
An old man next to Qiao Mu shook his head with a sigh, "Well, they're going to catch people in the waters of the underworld again."
"It's pitiful, and some are just children."
Qiaomu's eyes fell on the two cars, old and young, but seeing them looking forward to each other, looking at the city people outside.
But even the man of the city, Yun Mantian, could not get involved in Zheng Guifei's affairs, let alone their group of ordinary people.
If you want to worry about gossip, then you have to have a fate.
"Stupid?" Qiao Mu muttered to himself.
The old man looked at her, but was surprised by the look of the little girl in red in front of her face.
The little girl was hunting under the red robe, her waist was unshaven, her lips were undyed, her hands were in her sleeves, and she was holding a small hand stove. Yuemei Xingtong, a pair of black lacquered beautiful eyes, like the abyss of the two hong rotation, only one person seems to be sucked into it.
(End of this chapter)