Get out of the way! Don't get in the way, Wei Qihou's frame is passing!

Some of the people were pushed to the ground, and they didn't dare to say anything, so they got up and hurriedly walked aside, but their faces were full of anger.

The people around him also showed expressions of anger and did not dare to speak.

Chongkui also stood aside, only to see a group of chariots and horses coming, with officers and soldiers in front of them opening the way, their weapons shining, and the attendants behind carrying a flag with Wei Qihou's badge on it.

Laughter came from a luxurious carriage surrounded in the middle, and charming female voices sang and laughed all the way.

The carriage slowly passed in front of Chongkui, and behind the carriage, an arm-thick iron chain was attached, and at the end of the chain, a little boy of four or five years old was locked, staggering.

Dallying! Don't go yet!

An officer and soldier threw a foot on the child's body, and he screamed and fell to the ground, and the carriage did not stop, and dragged him on the ground like that.

Hahahaha!

Look at him like that, it's worse than Wang Ba!

Don't get up yet! Want to be a dog?

The soldiers burst out laughing.

The little boy cried, and the carriage went slowly, and he finally got up, curled up, and hurried to follow the carriage, no matter how much pain in his body.

The face is yellow and thin, and you can tell that you are often hungry at a glance.

Probably because he was scared, he had a kind of cringe-cating temperament, his eyes flashed and he didn't dare to raise his head, and he was very cowardly.

Chongkui has always disliked bullying the weak, and when he saw such a scene, he was already a little unhappy in his heart.

At this moment, a man next to him suddenly picked up a stone and threw it directly at the child's body!

Qin people! Go to hell!

The force was not small, and the stone hit him on the shoulder, and the pain made him wipe away his tears, but he did not dare to look up.

The soldiers and the people around them burst out laughing.

How can there be no sympathy at all, and the indifference of the human heart is not so so.

The man picked up another stone and tried to throw it again, but Chongkui suddenly struck out and grabbed him.

Enough is enough, he's just a kid!

You x dare to be nosy! How about Lao Tzu just trying to kill him? The man glared at Chongkui with confidence, but he was very at ease.

What will only bully children? Chongkui said coldly.

He is from the Qin State! The Qin people should be cut with a thousand knives! The man didn't take the slightest blame.

In the face of such a person, it is useless to be reasonable, and as soon as Chongkui was injured and used a little force, he immediately screamed in pain.

You you you, you let go of me, let go of me! Can't I throw it away?

This son, you just let him go, his family was killed by the people of Qin, and he was just unhappy! The people next to him also persuaded him, but none of them said that the person was wrong.

Chongkui slowly let go of his hand and said: It was the strong Qin soldiers who killed your family, not such a powerless child, who has the ability to kill the enemy on the battlefield to take revenge, don't just bully children here!

The man bowed his head and threw the stone in his hand

and left in a huff.

Childe must not be from Zhao Guo. An old man who spoke just now said, we Zhao people and Qin people have a deep blood feud, and we can't pay it back for a few lifetimes!

Chongkui watched the kicked child slowly pass in front of him, and couldn't help asking: Old man, who is that child?

He, his name is Ji Xuanyan, his father is Ji Zichu, the son of King Qin Xiaowen, who was sent to Zhao State as a proton.