Whipped all the way over, it was a small leader of the convoy, who looked fierce and arrogant, and at first glance he was out of place with the flat-headed people around him.

"Stop!" Wu Mantian rushed over with two close-fitting masters, and looked at the murderous little leader with slightly narrowed eyes.

The man was a standard fat round, in his forties, dressed in a washed dark blue robe, and looked like a human dog.

"Do you know who Lao Tzu is? You, a little city lord of May City, dare to be arrogant in front of me?"

Wu Mantian immediately walked out of two tenth-level masters, one of whom grabbed Tu Feiyuan and dragged him off the horse in one fell swoop.

Tu Feiyuan scolded, "It's against the sky! Lao Tzu is the second steward of Qi in Uncle Zheng Guo's mansion in Beimo! You, a city lord, dare to do something to Lao Tzu?"

"It turned out to be Qi Er's manager. Wu Mantian sneered and arched his hand at him, "Please tell me if you have anything to do, you have to hurry, we will make a way for you! ”

"Hmph!" Qi Er's nostrils snorted heavily to heaven and earth, and the whites of his eyes glanced at the two unsightly level 10 masters, but he didn't dare to accuse Wu Mantian of having a bad attitude.

"Since the city lord will come to do something, I won't say anything more! Please give way! I'm going this time, but it's for our Zheng Guifei Niangniang. The second steward of Qi arched his hand towards the northern sky in a similar manner, "Our mother is waiting for her subordinates to rush back to return to her life." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Seeing that the other party had brought out the concubine, Wu Mantian couldn't argue with him anymore, and whispered a few words to the two masters around him, asking them to go and evacuate the crowded people first.

Wu Lingqu, who was only eight years old, stood beside his mother with a small mouth, and muttered in a small voice, "Mother, I hate this person's ugly face." ”

The city lord's wife gently tugged at her daughter's little hand, signaling her not to speak.

Qiao Mu stood at the back of the crowd with a cold eye, and the commotion made the crowd even more crowded, so she stopped for a moment under the eaves of a house.

At this moment, he glanced over and saw that there were more than a dozen people escorted by the convoy in front and behind, and two wooden shack prisoner carts were being towed.

A carload of five, six, seven or eight people were imprisoned in wooden sheds, some old and some young, and a total of 12 or 3 people, large and small, were imprisoned.

A girl of about five or six years old stood in a prison car, two thin little hands clutching a wooden pillar tightly, staring at the people outside.

The crowd began to stir up a little.

An old man beside Qiao Mu sighed and shook his head, "Alas, they went to the waters of the Styx Sea to catch mermaids again." ”

"It's really pitiful, some of them are just children. ”

Qiao Mu's eyes fell on the two carts of old and young, but he saw them looking at the city-dwellers outside with expectant eyes one by one.

But even Wu Mantian, the city lord, could not meddle in the affairs of Concubine Zheng, let alone their group of ordinary people.

If you want to meddle in things, you have to have a life to manage it first.

"Shark?" Qiao Mu muttered to himself.

The old man glanced at her, but was startled by the appearance of the cold-faced girl in red in front of him.

The little girl was dressed in a hunting red robe, her waist was not full of hands, her lips were not stained, her hands were shrunk in her sleeves, and she was holding a small hand stove. Moon eyebrows and star pupils, a pair of black beautiful eyes, like the abyss of two swirling abysses, just one glance seems to suck people into it.