Seeing that the person next to him was already pointing in this direction, Mo Ling's eyes narrowed, and he sneered in his heart. Hehe, is he forcing her?

Judging by her dress, she is a child of a rich family, and she must be rich. And what do the rich people care about? fame, face. In ancient times, the rich generally had vanity, and if a beggar begged them, they would give it, and they would give no less. Even if the person who picks the door will give a few taels of silver, this is all vanity.

The beggar deliberately said these words to others, and he was sure that she would give them, and he was sure that she would not lose face in front of others. But he was wrong, he didn't care about the opinions of people who didn't care about her.

And this beggar has bright eyes, and there are calculating eyes everywhere, which makes her very unhappy. And don't look at this beggar's ragged clothes, but his body is cleaner than other beggars, and he doesn't look like a beggar at all.

"What if I don't give it?" Mo Ling asked with an eyebrow.

The beggar originally thought that this little boy was a fool and dressed richly. The children of rich and noble families will love face, and they will definitely be able to fool a lot of money today.

But he didn't expect that this little boy was not so easy to fool, and even asked two sentences to his surprise. His eyes flashed, and he didn't believe that he couldn't get money today!

"Hey, now this rich man will also bully us beggars, isn't it just begging for some money! You are so rich! Give a few taels and you won't be ruined, now the rich are so stingy! Let no one live! Everyone come and see, bully the beggar!" The beggar man sat on the ground and howled.

The people next to him didn't shy away anymore, and began to talk in front of Mo Ling. What look at her dress rich and noble I didn't expect to be so stingy, what else can I give a little and how much it won't cost her much, where are the rich people picking something, some people say that giving money is voluntary, and it is okay if the little boy does not give it, for a while, there are different opinions, and the scene is not lively.

Mo Ling ignored everyone's discussions, and threw a sharp look at the beggar, the beggar was shocked by her look, and the little boy's eyes were suddenly terrifying.

Mo Ling suddenly smiled, his eyes returned to a faint look, and said to the beggar: "This benevolent brother, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense, you say that I bullied you? Dare to ask me what I bullied you, did I dig up your ancestral grave or take out the corpse of your ancestor and whip the corpse? The ring you're wearing on your hand should be worth a lot of money, right?"

Mo Ling said that the beggar was completely forced to say that he was forced to do so, and there were also Zhu'er and a large group of pedestrians... And, of course, a few followers.

But the people staring at this place upstairs, one of them laughed very unkindly, and his voice was very good, as clear as a yellow bird.

Mo Ling didn't care about those who were forced to do it, and continued, "As the saying goes, three hundred and sixty lines of work will be the champion, and we must love one line of work! Beggars are also a profession! But you are so unpopular with your profession! This son will come to teach you a lesson today and tell you how to be a beggar, rest assured that this son has money and will not charge you tuition!" The first point is that the dress is not good, you can beg, but you have to wear a little tattered, you know, you are not broken enough, it is better to show your big thick legs, and then, find some gray and touch it on your body, remember to have it all over your body. You really can't go and roll twice on the ground to ensure that it is even! Then the second point should be pitiful, very pitiful, understand? You just made that trick to me not work, it is better to cut off your hands and feet, not even to break your little brother! You see that you have hands and feet and cannot afford the pity of others, you should go to self-harm, cut off your hands and feet to ensure that the wealth rolls in, and ensure that you will make a fortune in a month! Learn how pitiful, the next third and most important point, you have to find a bowl that suits you, you don't have a tool, you can beg for hair!"

Seeing that the beggar in front of him was completely stunned, he couldn't say a word. Mo Ling thought to herself, tsk tsk, just this combat power is still with them, say that you can't die, she has never lost a college debate tournament, okay!

There was one less person upstairs, and the one who had just laughed was already rolling on the floor with laughter.

And the man in white wearing a mask next to him, listening to the immature voice of Mo Ling's little mouth like pouring beans, there was also a smile in his cold eyes, like ice and snow melting.

Oh, funny boy.

Just as he thought it was over, another voice came from below. "Look at you, I told you to pity you, why don't you listen, really, look at your blackened death statue in Yintang, you are a short-lived ghost! You said that you are a big man, and you have to be a beggar with hands and feet. I am rich, but it is also my mother's father's money, and I am reluctant to spend the money they gave me back? You are also guilty of money? You can't earn it yourself? You are so embarrassed to be a big man, and you say that I bullied you, what a stinky and shameless short-lived ghost dead figure!!" Mo Ling paused after speaking, and suddenly arched his hand towards the stunned pedestrian.

"Relatives and friends, today this son is free to teach this benevolent brother how to be a beggar, if you want to learn, it is a teaching fee, only 998! As long as 998! You can't buy it, you can't be fooled at a loss, and you will become a fighting chicken among beggars! If anyone wants to learn, come to me and sign up!"

The stunned people then came back to their senses and fell silent for a few seconds before erupting in deafening laughter. Scared the Stranger!

I saw them leaning forward and backward with laughter, some lying on the wall, some crossing their waists, and some even rolling on the ground with laughter. The scene was spectacular, I didn't know the situation, and I thought that the collective sheep were crazy.

This little boy is so funny that anyone can hear the last few words sarcastically beggar. Moreover, those who scold people without dirty words hit the nail on the head again! They're happy to die.

Zhu'er and a few followers behind her also laughed, they are from the prince's mansion, they have to be reserved... They just squatted on the ground with their stomachs in their arms and laughed "reservedly".

And the smile in the ice eyes of the white-clothed man in the mask upstairs was even worse, and the red-clothed man who was rolling on the ground with laughter was almost out of breath, and tears were flying.

Mo Ling was actually a little depressed, she was just telling the truth, really! This group of ancient people laughed so low!

The beggar man on the ground then came back to his senses, his face was cloudy, white and black, black and red, and red and purple. Like a palette, it's good-looking.

Listening to the ridicule of everyone, the beggar man's eyes were red, and his eyes were full of murderous intent in his eyes. This dead kid was ridiculed by everyone because of him, and he had never suffered such humiliation!

He was a gambler because he gambled on him and lost all his family's money. In order to pay off his debts, he sold all his wives. I didn't want to go out to work, so I pretended to be a beggar and begged, and my life was quite passable. But he was in embarrassment before, and he would not have laughed at himself as many people laughed at him as he does now! The more he thought about it, the more he hated! The resentment distorted his face, and the monstrous anger filled his body and mind! He now had only one thought: kill him, kill him! Kill this child!

He took out a dagger from his waist and stabbed at Mo Ling!

Mo Ling kept an eye on him, and when she saw the murderous aura in his eyes stabbing a dagger at herself, she didn't move. Don't dodge, don't dodge, stand like a pine. She knew she was going to be fine.

Zhu'er saw the beggar move, and then saw the beggar holding a dagger and stabbing at Mo Ling, and immediately panicked, shouting "County Lord be careful!! and the follower behind was about to make a move, and stopped when he saw the next scene. One of them walked in one direction ...

When the dagger was still one centimeter away, a wine glass mixed with strong wind shot at the beggar's wrist.

Then the beggar screamed and rolled on the ground, and after a while he fainted in pain.

Mo Ling heard it very clearly, and with a "click", it should be a broken wrist. What a deep internal force!!Raising his eyelids, he glanced in the direction of the wine glass, and was stunned.

I saw a man in white wearing a mask standing in front of the window on the second floor. He is slender and at least 185 tall. Then the man in white also looked at her, looking at her. His eyes are so cold, as if there is no temperature at all, and he stares at you as if your blood is frozen. And that kingly spirit, he just stood there doing nothing, and he could also make people feel a coercion coming. It wasn't deliberate on his part, but something he had in his bones, and it was inadvertently revealed.

Cold, is Mo Ling's first impression of him, not only his eyes are cold, but his whole body is cold, like a moving iceberg!

Mo Ling arched his hand to him as if to thank him, and then turned his eyes away from looking at him. His eyes were so cold that she was afraid that her blood would freeze.

Such a man is very dangerous! Mo Ling thought that if anyone was against him, he would die a miserable death.

The man in white also withdrew his gaze, and his eyes flashed with a hint of interest. Hehe, funny! There was a stranger who could look at him for ten seconds...

But... Why did he save him just now? He never cares about such idle things, he doesn't cut them down!

There are also a few black-clothed people in the distance, who look like guards. When they saw the scene just now, there was worry in their eyes, it should be this little boy's guard. Even if he doesn't make a move, this little boy will be fine, but why can't he help but get rid of it...

The white-skinned and well-defined fingers knocked rhythmically on the window, and a few doubts appeared in the cold eyes.