"Hey, chick, wait a minute. Pen %Fun %www.biquge.info "Someone shouted in the back.

It's a ruffian, Bing Qingcheng knows very well that these people turned out to be stragglers on the battlefield, and later they couldn't return to their homes due to various reasons such as defeat and escape. Most of these gathered together as mercenaries with the leading brother, although they were no longer regular soldiers, but the low-quality people among them still called them ruffians.

Bing Qingcheng stopped, although he didn't call her, he could understand it on his knees. No normal person would call a guy dressed in a dark red hard coat, with unruly black curly hair, tall and tall with a two-handed sword on his back, sunglasses and a pistol, and a smile that makes people's hearts furious.

In contrast, a white lady in an ordinary umbrella skirt is much easier to bully, even if she has an equally white handsome guy by her side.

"Get out of the way!" This noble young lady has a loose posture, her eyes do not squint, and she spits out two words coldly.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man who took the lead didn't react for a while, and the young lady hit a fireball.

Not a fireball to be exact, only the first one was towards the middle-aged man's face, and a head of oily hair that was obviously not very hygienic burned and turned into a large fireball.

"Help, put out the fire!" He screamed and dodged, as the others dodged the fireball, and he ran around like a headless fly, instinctively looking for water. The others on the road saw a burning man with a burning head, and in a panic, they dodged for fear of suffering.

"Uncle, roll on the ground." The little boy in their group was crying and hurried into the nearby store. Usually there are buckets for fire fighting in the store, and there is also water storage, and this kid thinks of it faster than the others.

A fireball hit his feet, and his thin clothes burned, and he scribbled them with tears in his eyes. Why did he encounter this kind of thing, his uncle just wanted to pull business, how could he be beaten in a daze!

"Ugh." With a soft sigh, he waved his hand to send out a soft and non-lethal water ball, extinguishing the flames.

The little boy looked up at Bing Qingcheng carefully, said thank you, and went to see his uncle.

"You!" The haughty young lady suppressed her anger and gritted her teeth to squeeze out a word.

"Your name." Bing Qingcheng interrupted her before she could say a word. Bing Qingcheng had this confidence, and she held a tenfold compressed water ball in her hand to block in front of this young lady.

"Daimler Afra, from the Shamisen Southern Business Alliance. You don't want to ......"

"Ice Orange, Free Man." Ice Orange interrupted Afra again before she could finish her sentence.

"Brother." Afra suddenly turned her head and hugged the arm of the handsome guy next to her, who was as well-dressed as her. "Brother," Afra rubbed, "Look at this person, it's so annoying!" Afra doesn't like beggars and garbage the most, so my brother will help me beat her to death. ”

"Are you mentally retarded?" Bing Qingcheng said coldly.

"You!" Afra glared, and then was interrupted by a lifetime of patting her on the head.

The handsome man who had been expressionless all the time finally spoke, his voice was cold, polite, with a proud sense of superiority in his bones: "I'm very sorry, forgive my sister, right?" Having said that, he looked at Afra with a doting expression.

After the siblings left, Bing Qingcheng glanced in the direction of the mercenary. The middle-aged man's hair and eyebrows were burned, and when he saw Bing Qingcheng's face looking at him, he hurriedly explained.

"Girl, we have no ill intentions, I didn't want to touch her, really!"

Rub, it turns out that your voice is so cheap, it sounds so obscene.

"Sister, thank you." The little boy came over and said. He looked like he was about five or six years old, with short hair, some delicate faces, and very aura eyes.

"No thanks, I don't have the habit of helping people, it's just that woman reminds me of someone I hate very much." Bing Qingcheng said lightly.

Bing Qingcheng is telling the truth, she doesn't like to meddle with other people's affairs, this time it was an accident. The smile of the woman named Afra was the same as the man she remembered, the expression of joy on her colleague as she did the harm. No matter how many times, there is an urge to tear that face apart completely.

"Sister, thank you." The little boy blinked his big eyes, stubborn, determined, and confidently said, "I must thank you for saving my uncle." This is what my father said, my father is a great navigator, and I will be like my father in the future, to become a great adventurer to the end of the sea! ”

Looking at the innocent eyes of the little boy, he has the courage to believe in fairy tales in a trance, and ignites the dream of purity in his mouth.

His uncle watched Bing Qingcheng shoot at the little boy, and struggled to shout, "Ah Hang!" ”

With hard hair, like a little hedgehog, Bing Qingcheng put his hand on the little boy's hair and asked softly, "Is your name Ah Hang?" How old is this year. ”

"Yes." The little boy named Ah Hang laughed and nodded vigorously, "I'm six years old this year, Sister Bing Qingcheng." ”

"Oh." Bing Qingcheng withdrew his hand, turned to Ah Hang's uncle and said, "Although you are all injured, that woman is the type who will go back and settle accounts, so you can ask for more blessings." ”

"Thank you, I'll leave here with Ah Hang." Ah Hang's uncle covered his face and said, "Ah Hang, let's go." ”

Ah Hang took a few steps, turned his head again, took something out of his pocket, and handed it to Bing Qingcheng. "Sister, I think Bing Qingcheng is a good person, so I give this to my sister."

"Thank you, it's beautiful, I'll take it."

After the incident of Emirates, Bing Qingcheng continued to look for Windsor aimlessly. Although she didn't take a few steps, she was stopped again.

"The guest in the red coat, please come over for a moment!"

It was the fortune-telling booth of their sisters yesterday, but the person sitting in the witch's seat was changed to a small man, replaced by a little girl who was also dressed in black and had a pointed hat wrapped in a veil.

"Where's the old old witch yesterday?" Ice Orange walked over and sat down in his seat.

"That's my grandma!" The girl corrected menacingly.

"Oh, your grandmother."

"Huh?" The girl felt a little wrong, "Forget it, let's get down to business!" I'm the Crystal Ball Witch who succeeded my grandmother. The little witch pointed to a new crystal ball on the table, "This is my natal crystal ball." According to the tradition of the Crystal Ball Witch, the witch whose natal crystal ball was broken is no longer a witch, so the shopkeeper of this stall is now me. ”