"Go to meal." Murong Xue replied casually, quickly walking forward ...
The heavy snow was rushing, almost a finger deep, all the pedestrians in the town went home, the streets were empty, half of the figure was not seen, and the small shops on both sides of the street were almost closed. See an open restaurant, restaurant.
The cold wind blew past, Murong Xue couldn't help but tighten his cloak, there was hunger in her belly, she frowned tightly: The restaurant in the town was not open, she held silver and couldn't find a meal The place……
A man came head-on. He was wrapped tightly in a dark blue cotton coat. After trembling across Murong Xue, his eyes flashed, and he ran back, looking at Murong Xue with a smile: " It ’s freezing, why did n’t the girl go home and still hang out outside? "
Murong Xue glanced at the man and saw that he was about thirty or forty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a good look, and a beard on his chin. Ready to find a restaurant to eat ... "
"There is heavy snow in the world, there are no pedestrians in the town, and the restaurants are closed in advance!" The middle-aged man said softly.
"Yeah, I don't think I can find a place to eat." Murongxue said bitterly, and the hunger in his belly became stronger.
Looking at her pale complexion, the middle-aged man's eyes showed sympathy: "I'm cold and snowy, you are a weak woman, you can't do without some hot meals. There is a restaurant in the small alley in front. Have a meal. "
Murong Xue's eyes lit up: "Really? Thank you Uncle, I don't know which alley that restaurant is in."
"It's the alley in front. After entering, you turn a few corners ..." The middle-aged man said lightly, seeing Murong Xue's eyes a little confused, and sighed helplessly: "The road is a bit complicated. I will take you personally. "
"Thank you, uncle." Murong Xue smiled surplusly, as the middle-aged man walked forward quickly.
The middle-aged man smiled kindly: "You're welcome, the girl came to the town alone?"
Murongxue rolled his eyes: "Yeah, my home is far away, I went to save my parents."
"That's what it is." The middle-aged man nodded in understanding, a strange smile flashed across his eyes.
The middle-aged man led Murongxue into the alley. After turning around, he came to a back door. A 40-year-old grandmother was sitting there chanting sunflower seeds. She was wearing a thin winter day A thin long skirt, a large scene showing the chest, a thick powdery taste came, and the smoked Murong Xue frowned slightly.
"Grandma Yuan!" The middle-aged man greeted the old grandma skillfully.
The old mother glanced at him contemptuously: "What are you doing here?"
"Naturally came to do business with Grandma." The middle-aged man said with a smile, turned his side, revealing Murong Xue behind him.
Grandma's eyes suddenly lighted up, she was dressed quietly, without applying grease, but she was bright and dusty, and she stood there quietly, like an excellent ink painting.
She has been a grandma for so many years, and it is the first time she has seen such a beautiful little girl: "A price, thirty-two."
The middle-aged man shook his head in disapproval, lowering his voice and said, "Mammy, you look carefully. This is a rare item in the world. Thirty-two is too confusing."
Grandma looked carefully at Murongxue's bright face, exquisite figure, and old teeth bite: "Fifty two, no more."
The middle-aged man's eyes were shining. Fifty-two, it's a good price.
On the face, it was a difficult look: "Fifty two is fifty two, I lost money this time ..."
"Less pretend, but for the first time, the old lady gave out fifty-two silver buyers ..." The old grandmother rolled her eyes and reached into the sleeve of the sleeve to get the silver.
Murongxue didn't seem to be aware of the bad thoughts of the two of them, and said: "This uncle, where is the restaurant?"
The middle-aged man chuckled and pointed to the back door where the old grandmother was: "Isn't it here? Uncle has already negotiated with Grandma. She will arrange for you to eat in the restaurant immediately, as much as you like ..."
Murongxue looked at Zhang Hongjie's green back door and frowned slightly: "I don't like to eat in the Qinglou!"
"This can't help you, he has sold you to me, and from now on, you are the girl of Yichunyuan." The old grandmother reprimanded, with fierce eyes.
Murong Xue ignored her and looked down at the middle-aged man with cold eyes: "So you are a trafficker. How many innocent women have you cheated in this way?"
"Laozi's business has nothing to do with you ..." The man said arrogantly, with a straight face, and Murongxue looked sullenly: "You sold me to the blue house, making me a victim, and dare to say your thing not my business……"
"Okay, you little bitch, with so many crooked words, it's just beating." The old grandmother reprimanded fiercely and lashed at Murong Xue.
Murongxue casually grabbed the long whip and gave it away suddenly, only to hear the sound of 'slap', the whip hit the old grandmother's face, the white old cheeks fleshed, and the old grandmother's hand covered his cheek, killing pig Screaming: "My face ... my face ..."
The middle-aged man shook his body and looked at Murong Xue in horror: Jiao Didi's little girl was so cruel ...
Murongxue looked at him with a smile, a gruesome smile: "Now it's your turn!"
When the wrist was turned, the middle-aged man with a long whip in his hand hit the heartlessly, "Pappa!" The whip hit the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man rolled over the ground, screaming through the clouds. Resounding in the sky: "Forgiveness, forgiveness ... I will never dare ..."
Wei Feng outside the hutong walked across the moon and heard the corners of his mouth twitching: blue sky and white sky, long-ranging, and who are not good at trafficking, they would like to sell the big black lady in his family.
Do n’t know that his mistress and Ouyang Shizi are in conflict, accumulating anger?They dare to bump into them, they really don't know life and death ...
"Girl, forgive life, forgive life ..." The middle-aged man and the old grandmother's cry for mercy became smaller and smaller, smaller and smaller, and gradually disappeared.
Wei Feng, glanced across the moon and looked at each other: There was no sound, Missy would not have killed the two of them!
Looking quietly inwards, I saw a middle-aged man, old mother lying on the ground, motionless.
They were lined horizontally and vertically covered with scars, the blood was deep, the flesh was turned out, and the red blood oozed out of the wound, and the clothes were red ...
Murongxue stopped his hand and stood in front of the unconscious two, exhaling for a long time: after hitting someone, he was out of breath, and his mood was much better ...