Chapter 492

Along the way, a small head of the team came with a whip. He looked very fierce and arrogant. At first sight, he didn't agree with the surrounding ordinary people.

"Stop!" Wu Mantian comes here with two close-up experts, and looks at the little leader who killed him.

He was a well-off, well-off man in his forties. He was dressed in an old dark blue robe, but he looked like a dog.

"Do you know who I am? How dare you, a little may City Lord, go wild in front of me? "

Wu Mantian immediately walked out of the side of two ten level masters, one of them grabbed the earth fat circle, and he was dragged down from the horse.

Tu feiyuan swears, "it's against heaven! Lao Tzu is the Qi Er steward of the uncle Zheng's house in Beimo! How dare you, a city Lord, act against me? "

"It turned out that Qi and ER were in charge." Wu man smiled coldly and arched his hand at him. "If you have anything to say, please say it well. We will give you a way! You don't have to whip people, you'll scare them. "

"Hum!" Qi Er's manager snorted heavily to heaven and earth. He glanced at two level ten masters who were not good-looking, but he did not dare to accuse Wu Mantian of his bad attitude.

"Since the city Lord will come, I won't say much! Please give way! I'm here, but I'm here for the sake of Lady Zheng. " Qi Er's manager arched his hand toward the northern sky like a model. "My mother is waiting for her subordinates to rush back to cover her life."

"It's easy to say." Wu Mantian could not argue with him any more. He whispered a few words to the two experts around him and asked them to evacuate the crowded people first.

Wu Lingqu, who was only eight years old, stood beside his mother with a small mouth and murmured, "mother, I hate this man's ugly face."

The lady of the city Lord gently tugged at her daughter's little hand and motioned her not to open her mouth.

Arbor stood in the back of the crowd. The commotion just made the crowd more crowded. She stopped for a moment under the eaves of a house.

At this time, I glanced at the past, and saw that there were more than ten people escorting in front of and behind the motorcade, among them were two wooden prison cars.

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

A five or six-year-old girl stood in the prison car, two thin hands tightly holding a wooden post, staring at the outside.

The crowd began to stir.

An old man beside the tree, sighing and shaking his head, said, "Oh, they are going to catch the chimaera in the sea."

"It's pathetic. There are only children."

The tree's eyes fell on the two cars of the old and the young, but saw them one by one with expectant eyes, looking at the people outside.

But even Wu mangtian, the city Lord, could not interfere in the affairs of Princess Zheng, let alone their small people.

If you want to meddle, you have to have a life to do it.

"The chimaera?" The tree murmured to itself.

The old man took a look at her, but he was shocked by the look of the little girl in cold red.

Under the hunting red robe, the little girl holds her waist tightly, her lips are not dyed, and her hands are folded in her sleeves, holding a small hand stove. Moon eyebrow star pupil, a pair of the beautiful eyes of the lacquer, like two Hong rotating abyss, only one eye seems to draw people into it.