Chapter 1803： Frying people?

Gu Nuoer and the three of them were all startled, and hurriedly picked the curtain to look.

Pang Boyuan did not know how to break free, he pushed aside the surrounding wolf army in one fell swoop, turned and rushed straight to the lively crowd in the neighborhood!

Pedestrians screamed in fright.

In order to avoid the pursuit of the wolf army, Pang Boyuan grabbed the vegetable stall on the side and threw it to the ground.

The wolf army stepped on potatoes and vegetables and almost fell!

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaoran stood up and frowned, "This bastard, he still dares to run, I'll go get him back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Nuoer stopped him.

The girl was already calm at this time, and her delicate and beautiful face showed composure.

"He can't run away, you don't have to go."

The moment Pang Boyuan turned back just now, Gu Nuoer saw the black anger suddenly lingering in his eyebrows.

Doing a lot of injustice will lead to suicide, and this fellow is going to be unlucky.

Almost as soon as she finished speaking.

Because Pang Boyuan ran too fast and was too flustered, he accidentally stepped on a lump of dog **** and slipped on the spot!

The people around were frightened and hurriedly avoided.

Unexpectedly, after Pang Boyuan fell to the side, he directly threw down a frying pan for frying fried dough sticks!

The whole pot of oil was buckled upside down, and everyone around heard the hot oil touching the skin and flesh, and there was a loud "zilla" sound in an instant!

Everyone was terrified when they saw everything.

The vendor of fried dough sticks was even more shocked.

Pang Boyuan fell to the ground, screaming violently: "It's hot! It's burning me to death! It hurts!"

The Langxu Army chased after him from behind, lifted the oil pan, and saw that the skin on Pang Boyuan's face was hot and red, and even yellow blisters appeared in serious places after a while!

Everyone who saw it screamed disgusting.

Pang Boyuan was on a rampage, but luckily he didn't hurt anyone, but it was himself who was "fried" by the frying pan.

Several soldiers of the Langxu Army did not want to touch him with their hands, so they borrowed a sack from the stall and covered Pang Boyuan and carried him away.

When Gu Nuoer and the others learned what had happened, Jiang Xiaoran shouted happily: "Yes! God has eyes, it's not easy for him to die."

Large area burns are very torturous!

Gu Nuo'er picked up the curtain, handed a few pieces of silver to the soldiers, and instructed: "I see that Pang Boyuan has just knocked over a few vegetable stalls, and the stall selling fried dough sticks, you all pay the money together."

Xie Yinxiang couldn't help but say, "Nuo'er, why do you give money to someone like him?"

Gu Nuo'er turned her eyes and smiled charmingly: "Who cares about him, I feel sorry for the people. The things they rely on for their livelihoods have been crashed, so I naturally have to care."

"It's just that I don't give him the money in vain. I'll give it back to me when the Imperial Guards go to raid Pang Boyuan's house tomorrow."

Jiang Xiaoran gave a thumbs up: "Public and private are clear, you are the person I admire most, Her Royal Highness."

At this time, Ye Siming had already bought the shoes and came back.

He turned his head suspiciously at first, and glanced at the sack held by Lang Xujun, which was screaming constantly.

He just boarded the carriage and put his shoes on Gu Nuo'er's feet: "I heard the noise outside the store just now, what's wrong?"

Jiang Xiaoran laughed secretly: "Si Ming, it's unfortunate that you came here, and you didn't see a good show! That Pang Boyuan just broke free and wanted to escape, but he slipped and fell into the oil pan!"

"This kind of wicked person will end up like this, and God's eyes will be opened!"

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows.

Pang Boyuan didn't escape successfully, and Ye Siming didn't care about the rest.

He bought two pairs of shoes, a pair of pear white satin embroidered with two water hibiscus.

The other pair is Gu Nuo'er's favorite upturned-toed shoes. On the aqua blue fabric, white thin lines outline the blossoming auspicious clouds.

The two pairs of shoes, held in Ye Siming's hands, looked exquisite and delicate.

He asked Gu Nuoer, "Which one to wear?"