- The mighty Daqingchuan River starts from Xueya Peak in the western corner of Xiaoliang Kingdom and reaches the ocean west of Nanzhao Kingdom. じWWW.じ The river flows endlessly, transporting the clear fresh water obtained by the slow melting of the accumulation of zài stored all year round on the snow ya. The water of the upper river is pure and can be drunk directly, and the water of the lower river is more impurities because the river channel is longer, but the lower river is washed and accumulated by the river all the year round, and the two river beaches formed naturally are the places where natural aquatic plants, fish and shrimp are abundant.

The Qingchuan River basin has an endless supply of fresh water all year round, which is the most important resource for agriculture. The mountains on both sides of the river overlap, the terrain is higher, it is like two river embankments dug by heaven, even if the river rises in the rainy season every summer, but it does not affect the life of the people living on the mountainside.

With such a gift that seems to be given by providence, the people of the Qingchuan Valley should live a prosperous and comfortable life, but the tax in Sichuan Prefecture has always ranked the lowest among the three states, and it is unbelievably low. The household department is liquidated every year, and the total tax revenue of Sichuan Prefecture is not enough to support the military strength of a state, and this state of loss has lasted for decades as early as the end of the previous dynasty.

It is no wonder that the natural collapse of the Sichuan State Army occurred later. Although there are still rumors in the world about the whereabouts of the Sichuan State Army after its disbandment, until now, most people have tacitly acquiesced to the fact that it is a 'poor' word.

The Sichuan Army did not have the glorious honor of the Zhongzhou Army to defend the core imperial capital of the Dynasty, and did not have the happy and leisurely life of the Dongzhou Army near the sea. From time to time, he has to go out of the camp to kill bandits desperately, but he has not received enough money every month, and there is a selfish commander above him, and he can't see the future, and rumors in the army are gradually rising, and there are more and more people who resonate accordingly.

After the natural collapse of the Sichuan Army. After a few years of failure, the Sichuan River valley lacked the official forces to maintain order, and the growth of bandits in the mountains and forests showed a strong backlash after being suppressed for a long time. A few years later, when the new emperor rebuilt the Sichuan army. The bandits in the Qingchuan Valley have gathered into a stubborn force and built their own royal capital. Who is the king and who is the thief? Win or lose! That's it.

However, the gangster force in the Qingchuan River Basin is still a thief after all, and the thief's courage is even deeper, and the thief's root is difficult to change. Although they built the royal capital, and also practiced some rules of kneeling and bowing, bowing and worshipping, they did not produce, and all the sources of materials were probably still through robbery. Put a good Daqingchuan rich freshwater resources without it, and don't let others farm well to collect tax profits, Qingchuan Liukou from top to bottom. I still like to grab ready-made, and I don't stop if I don't plunder it.

Although there are similar groups of people in the northern border army, who like to grab land for hundreds of miles, but for the northern ** side, robbery is only a small show in peacetime. There is still absolutely a set of regulations operating benignly in the relationship between the military and the people within the country.

However, King Qingchuan is so cruel and short-sighted, but it is not without a trace of benefit.

At least for Emperor Nanzhao, who has always wanted to scrape the ulcer west of the country clean, the more the Qingchuan King is not enterprising, the better. Otherwise, with the special edge topography of Qingchuan, if the king of Qingchuan is really a great talent who competes for hegemony, then he has developed in Qingchuan for so many years. If we want to eradicate it again, we don't know how much more financial and human resources will be spent.

And now, the information collected by the spies from all sides of Tongguò confirms that the king of Sichuan has not changed in the slightest for more than ten years. How many troops did King Qingchuan have when he built the capital more than ten years ago. Now it has only roughly doubled, but the Qingchuan valley is almost clean by them. The people are like water, water can carry boats, and it can also capsize boats. The royal capital built by King Qingchuan is now like a nail on the plain. No matter how hard he is, without cover, without a steady stream of new troops, even if he doesn't attack and fights around for a few months, he can almost starve a city and thirst for a city.

Emperor Wang Chi, who was sitting in the tent of the Chinese military camp, once again carefully read several files on the table, and a doubt that had been circling in his heart for a long time surfaced again.

Two countries go to war, in a sense, about fighting with two people. The strength is equal, and after a fight, they will tear a piece of clothing and tear their hair, which can be trimmed quickly. There is a huge disparity in strength, the head is broken and bleeding, and the muscles and bones are injured, which can also be raised. I'm afraid that the difference in strength is too great, and if one side is directly killed, it will be difficult to make a comeback.

There is also an even more bizarre result, that is, the seemingly weak person is desperately attacking you, but in fact it is just a ghost that the stronger opponent releases first to test. The little ghost takes the lead, just a temptation, or to frustrate your spirit, until you lose your mind occasionally, and the real behind-the-scenes killing trick is really coming.

At present, the military strength of Nanzhao represented by Wang Chi belongs to the strong, and the king of Qingchuan belongs to the weak. Wang Chi is confident that it will not be difficult to win Qingchuan, but he is afraid that King Qingchuan is a little ghost raised by the Beiyan Kingdom. The territory of the northern kingdom is only about half of that of the southern kingdom, but its military strength is so strong that the southern kingdom is extremely fearful. Some of the southern countries belong, and Qian Duo can't beat the side with high martial arts.

If the attack on Qingchuan is the prelude to the development of the northern country, then there may really be a bloody battle next, and I don't know how long the war will last.

Thinking of this, Wang Chi couldn't help but sigh softly.

And just as his sigh fell, there was a sudden exclamation outside the military tent. The exclamation was dominated by admiration, as if something amazing was happening in the camp.

The discipline in the barracks is strict and solemn, and it is probably only because of that incident that the soldiers can shout so loudly.

Wang Chi hesitated slightly, then put down the scroll in his hand, got up and walked outside the tent.

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Silently paying attention to the courtyard that Wu Shu entered, Mo Ye found that although he was in a high place, it was still not difficult to visually detect the height of the courtyard wall of this house, which was not like the standard of ordinary houses. But think about it from another angle, if this place is a private house, it will not make Wu Shu nervous.

Mo Ye's position at this time was not in the direction of the main entrance of the building that was suspected to be the official residence, from the side, she could only feel that the layout of this mansion overlapped, her gaze could only reach the two entrances, and she didn't know how many more entrances there were.

Where is Wu Shu now? She didn't know either. When Wu Shu left, he only left her a direction message, and she kept looking in that direction while waiting, and the direction that Wu Shu had been staring at for a long time was also the direction he threw himself away......

And just when she stared in that direction for a long time, her eyes began to become a little sluggish, Wu Shu's figure suddenly came back from that direction!

Seeing that Wu Shu returned safely, Mo Ye was slightly happy, but Wu Shu didn't say a word after he came back, only coerced Mo Ye to slide off the roof. I entered the small building through a window on the side of the house.

This small building seems to be a storage room, and there are many miscellaneous things in it, and it seems that no one has cleaned it up for a long time. People always like to put the idle things that are not used for the time being in a small room that is not often opened, and put them away and forget about them. Gradually, the dust on their bodies increased, and the brief opening and closing of the small window stirred up the dust in the hut.

Squatting on the roof for more than half an hour, he has been breathing in the cool air of the night, and as soon as he entered this room, Mo Ye almost couldn't hold back, and was so excited by the dusty indoor air that he sneezed.

Considering that she came with Wu Shu as a thief tonight, she quickly tried her best to endure this sneeze. After rubbing her itchy nose vigorously, she exhaled softly.

She had just breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Wu Shu scan the room. He lifted a burlap over a pile of miscellaneous items and covered it over the window panel. The light in the hut, which had only a small window, was even darker, but the next moment, the hut was bright again, and the abnormal light contrast made Mo Ye squint.

Wu Shu 'clicked' and lit up a fire fold. This fire fold is much thicker than the kind of fire fold that can be bought in ordinary grocery stores, and it seems that it was also specially made by a certain organization in order to be cheaper than Wu Shu's action, but today Wu Shu used it in the process of stealing books, which is a bit unruly. However, at this time, the only window of the hut had been covered by a thick dusty linen cloth, and no one would notice that the strange sudden presence of people in the turbulent house, which had not been entered for a long time, was strange tonight.

He casually stood on a wooden shelf with several boards missing. Wu Shu looked at Mo Ye, who blocked his mouth and nose with his sleeves to avoid the churning dust in the house, and said softly, "Copy it."

There were no tables and chairs in the small utility room, so Wu Shu squatted down, took out a thread-bound book from his arms and put it on the ground, and then added: ""Qianzhao Sutra." The great success method of the inner family cannot be abbreviated. ”

Hearing his explanation, Mo Ye secretly said that she had guessed correctly when she was waiting on the roof just now, and she was extremely happy for a while. However, when she reached out for the treasured charcoal core pen and copied it on the white booklet she had prepared. She couldn't help but wonder in her heart: Didn't Wu Shu disapprove of her own martial arts? Why are you so proactive in stealing books for yourself now?

When Mo Ye was full of doubts but didn't say a word and just copied the book, Wu Shu's eyes gradually noticed that the pen in Mo Ye's hand was a little strange, as if he was afraid of affecting Mo Ye's thinking, Wu Shu didn't say anything.

Until...... It wasn't until Mo Ye copied the third page that the end of the sharpened pen and the refill outside the wooden pen case had been smoothed, and Mo Ye had to stop, took out a paper cutter from his sleeve, and prepared to sharpen the pen.

At this time, she flickered at the figure on the ground in front of her. She subconsciously raised her eyes, and saw Wu Shu squatting down opposite her.

Wu Shutan came to her eyes, and in the palm of his hand lay three 'branches' that had been cut at both ends...... No, to be exact, it should be the same as the pen she used to write just now, a carbon core pen that can write without dipping in ink, but the three pens handed by Wu Shu are much longer than the ones she owns - the one she used was originally the one left by the master.

"This ......," Mo Ye couldn't help but snort.

Without waiting for Mo Ye to continue, and without waiting for her to reach out for the pen, Wu Shu only put the three pens on the floor at Mo Ye's feet, then he stood up and walked to the side, and then reminded: "This fire fold represents the time of three points of incense, continue to copy."

Mo Ye understood, knowing where she was now, what it was doing, and what it meant to do this, she was indeed not suitable for spending her time chatting in this situation, or that every moment at this time was exchanged for Wu Shu's personal safety. She didn't ask any more questions, but kept her head down and continued to copy.

Mo Ye's body has some girlish nature that is difficult to completely erase, which is due to nature. However, if you put her in a group of girls, I'm afraid she will become the least girl-like one.

The daughter of an ordinary family has grown up to her age, and the thin needle in her hand has already gone through thousands of steps, but Mo Ye has grown up to now, what she has been holding in her hand is a pen, and she has also gone through thousands of steps. There is also a self-control that is not easy for girls to grasp, but in the face of important things, Mo Ye can grasp it very well.

This qiē has to be given by the subtle influence of the forest cedar in the past few years. I just don't know what role such a somewhat alien personality can play in her future life?

The "Qianzhao Sutra" was quickly copied. Mo Ye's first action after putting down his pen was to look at the fire fold placed on the broken wooden frame, but he didn't expect to see it at a glance. Her heart sank, and she thought the fire had burned out, but she soon realized that the light in the hut was still there. Turning his head to glance, he saw that the fire fold had returned to Wu Shu's hands at some point.

In the corner of the hut, Wu Shu, who was standing in front of a pile of miscellaneous items, held the fire fold with one hand that still had half of the left, and pinched a brush with the tip of the pen facing up in the other hand, with a focused expression. Looking at his gaze, it seemed that he was staring at the tip of the pen that was still wrapped in a wisp of spider silk, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Uncle?"

Mo Ye tilted his head and called softly. She didn't understand what Wu Shu had found when he stared at a dusty brush that made him so interested.

Wu Shu didn't look back at her. It's not that he didn't hear her call, he responded quickly, and only said calmly: "After copying, read it again for yourself, don't make any mistakes or omissions."

At this moment, Mo Ye suddenly had an illusion in his heart. At this time, Wu Shusha changed from a midnight thief to a strict master in the academy.

Mo Ye wanted to laugh, but she couldn't laugh after glancing at the fire fold left in Wu Shu's hand, and with a smile, she squatted down again and began to review the "Qianzhao Sutra" that she had just copied.

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The process of checking was faster than the process of copying, and before the fire fold in Wu Shu's hand was completely burned out, Mo Ye had truly completed all the copying work - to be exact, her behavior was tantamount to stealing books. It's not just ordinary books that are being stolen.

Wu Shu took Mo Ye out of the hut, but instead of putting her on the roof as he had done, he took her to the ground. According to Wu Shu's advice when he left, what he meant was that if he didn't come back after returning the book this time, she could go back to Ye's house on her own.

As soon as Wu Shu said this, Mo Ye's heart became more and more worried.

She thought she had finished copying the book. It's over, but I didn't expect that it seemed that troublesome things were still to come.

All but two of Kyoto's commercial districts allow shops to stay open late, and all other districts of Kyoto have curfews. I walked down the street in the middle of the night without carrying a certificate of residence in Kyoto, or without a certificate of receipt for the all-night business that the yamen had allowed to operate overnight. If you run into a patrol team, you'll be in trouble.

Mo Ye didn't want to go back alone, it was best to have Wu Shu lead her away, so that she could go back quickly, not to mention, with Wu Shu's certain professional experience, he could also be very skilled in avoiding all the passing city patrol soldiers he might encounter.

In addition to being jealous of this reason, Mo Ye was also worried about Wu Shu's safety.

Where does such a practice come from? Since he can have such an exercise that Wu Shu will be cautious about, the owner of the "Qianzhao Sutra" is likely to be a martial arts master, if the two sides meet, will Wu Shu be in danger?

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The process of returning the book by Wu Shu took twice as long as the process of stealing the book, and Mo Ye, who insisted on standing under the eaves against the root of the wall and waiting for him to come back, stood sore, but fortunately, he finally waited for him to come back.

Seeing that Wu Shu did not use his shocking swallow-like body, but approached step by step like an ordinary person, Mo Ye breathed a long sigh of relief and at the same time had a slight heartstring.

From Wu Shu taking her out of Yefu to steal books, to Wu Shu returning after returning the books, more than two hours have passed unconsciously. At this time, the moon has sunk into the sky, and there is less than an hour left, and the morning sun is about to break the fog from the clouds of the East China Sea.

As if noticing Mo Ye who was still waiting in place, Wu Shu walked a few steps away from Mo Ye, his steps lagged slightly, and then he raised his steps and continued to approach, and said in a very soft voice: "You haven't left yet?"

"Didn't you come back here too?" Mo Ye said happily, she had also walked out of the eaves, approached Wu Shu, and at the same time said, "Are you okay?"

Wu Shu didn't answer, just stopped and waited for her to approach, and then led her to turn around and walk towards the street corner in the other direction.

Walking on the main street, Mo Ye found that there were already a few shops selling breakfast on the street. Under the oilcloth shed, the fire in the wood stove is burning, and the oil soup in the huge clay pot is slowly rising, and it seems that it is not yet fully boiling, but it is estimated that when the dawn arrives, this pot of oil soup boiled from the bones of the tube will be able to scald the noodles.

Although the scale of these small early shops is limited, they are a must-have shop for people's livelihood. The perennial early business shop has a very good grasp of the hour, carrying bags in the land warehouse, carrying bags at the dock, woodcutters, blacksmiths...... Many laborers with limited income eat a simple and affordable but hot and oily breakfast here, just in time to start work early.

Walking past a breakfast stall, Wu Shu, who was walking beside him, suddenly said, "I remember that you seem to like eating wontons very much."

Mo Ye was slightly stunned. She looked sideways at Wu Shu and was about to speak, but saw the light that had been laid earlier falling on Wu Shu, reflecting his sweat. She couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"You just did it with someone?" Mo Ye asked worriedly, not knowing what to do.

In fact, she lay on the roof for half an hour, and stood under the eaves for more than an hour, and in the late spring night, she felt the slightest cold. At this time, she suddenly saw Wu Shu, who usually traveled through the city, and probably didn't pant heavily, was sweaty, the contrast was so great, she didn't know what happened in that hour just now, of course she would be uneasy.

In the face of Mo Ye's concerned inquiry, Wu Shu did not answer or explain anything.

Mo Ye saw this. After a little hesitation, she took Wu Shu by the arm and led him into the breakfast stall on the side of the road. She didn't want to eat breakfast, but wanted Wu Shu to take a break for a while.

I saw a customer entering the store, even though the noodle soup was not yet cooked. Before it was time to officially start making a living, the shopkeeper still greeted him with a smile. The shopkeeper's gaze quickly swept over the two of them, and finally stayed on Wu Shu's face, and the shopkeeper said with a smile: "The two guest officers came really early, and there are still some trivial matters in the shop that have not been dealt with." If you want to use it early, you may have to wait a little longer. ”

Wu Shu's gaze gently brushed over the shopkeeper's face, and for ordinary people, his attitude was very kind: "Don't blame the shopkeeper, we came too early and bothered." We're going to ......"

When Wu Shu was about to order, Mo Ye, who was sitting on the side, suddenly spoke, pointed to the much smaller clay stove next to the big stove where the noodle soup was cooking, and said, "I want to eat rice dumplings."

Rice dumplings are made of cooked rice, minced meat and radish as a contemporary, and a layer of flour on the outside. Skewered with bamboo skewers, after frying, it tastes crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside, and the taste is similar to that of meatballs, but the cost is much cheaper than pure meatballs.

Normally, the main ingredient of this type of dumpling is leftover rice overnight. If you cook leftover rice, the taste will be much worse, but making this kind of dumpling is another way to eat and flavor. In Kyoto, this snack is served with a bowl of white porridge and is the subject of many people's breakfast tables. Of course, the same recipe will have different ways to eat, and the big families eat what they eat are freshly made in the guy's room, which is very troublesome, and ordinary people can't afford to spend this man-hours, so most of them can only eat this kind of 'leftover rice ball' on the breakfast bed.

Although many people know that this kind of dumpling is made from leftover rice, because it tastes good and cheap, you don't have to wait for a long time to eat it, and you can take it and eat it while walking, no matter how prosperous Kyoto develops in the future, I am afraid that this kind of snack will never be abandoned by the market.

Now Mo Ye wants to eat this kind of dumpling snack, but seeing that it doesn't have to wait for a long time, since he sits in someone's restaurant, he doesn't order some snacks first, so it doesn't seem appropriate to sit like this. However, as soon as Mo Ye's words came out, he was rejected by Wu Shu.

Not for anything else, just because Wu Shu knows the origin of Mo Ye's life experience. Although Mo Ye is still living like a street child for various reasons, Secretary Wu has the long-term friendship between himself and Ye Zhengming, and he will try his best to protect her no matter what. This kind of protection has already taken off the appointment given to him by the group, and has become a personal affection, otherwise he would not have risked taking Mo Ye to steal the book tonight.

You must know that something like this that oversteps his superiors, he would never think about it before, just because of Ye Zhengming's construction, and now he has done it.

Wu Shu refused the rice dumplings and asked for two bowls of herbal tea.

Herbal tea is a pre-meal aperitif that Kyoto residents often drink in the summer, but it is usually drunk before lunch, and it has the effect of cooling off the heat and stomach, so no one wants to drink this tea early in the morning. Now the season is almost summer, so the early shop has stocked up on this kind of tea. Although the restaurant was very strange about the dining habits of the two first customers who came to the restaurant, for a person like him who has been engaged in a small business all year round, as long as there is money to be made, he is willing to do a small sesame business.

What's more, when the shopkeeper saw the sweaty appearance of the customer sitting at the table, he was indeed thirsty and needed to drink water, after all, his need was normal!

After boiling the tea and serving it to the table, the shopkeeper greeted him twice, and then went back to the kitchen to continue kneading the dough. Every morning. In addition to cooking the noodle soup with the flavor, the kneading of the noodles is even more indispensable.

The small business stall did not hire many helpers, and perhaps when the business was too busy, the owner's relatives would come to help. But at this time, the sky was not yet bright, there were no diners in the stalls who needed to be greeted, and the owner was the only one in the entire breakfast stall who was the first to get up and be busy.

When the shopkeeper entered the house, the breakfast stall outside the façade was as cold as on the street. The large soup pot on the side was boiled by the firewood in the stove, and the soup noodles began to bubble up, and then exploded one by one, making a slight noise, but the fragrance gradually dispersed.

On this same street, there is another breakfast shop not far away. Doing the same business. After stirring the aggregates in his soup can with a long-handled spoon, the shopkeeper casually glanced this way, and this scene fell into the eyes of Wu Shu without any mistakes. However, although he was accustomed to being vigilant, his face was calm at the stares cast by the shopkeeper. There is no other expression.

It is Wu Shu's habit to be vigilant about the body, but this does not mean that he is hostile to all the people around him. Although the people in this urban area are not familiar with Wu Shu, since he is a native of Kyoto, this is his hometown, and the people in his hometown can not be familiar with him, but he has feelings for every inch of his homeland.

Mo Ye sniffed the mellow aroma of bone broth between his noses. The appetite has been opened by the herbal tea, and the stomach has gradually begun to flood with sour water, I am afraid that if it is a mouth, the saliva will also fall.

Tilting his head to the side, and quietly swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Mo Ye turned his head around. Looking at Wu Shu, who was looking at the filial piety not far away, she couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, what did you do just now?" I'm a little scared when you come back sweaty......"

"You don't have to be afraid." Wu Shu suddenly turned his face back and interrupted Mo Ye's words. "I should be the one who is scared."

Mo Ye, who was puzzled, was stunned and said, "What can make you feel scared, won't I be afraid?"

Wu Shu wanted to speak and stopped, suddenly sighed, and after a moment of silence, he slowly spoke: "Actually, I came back just to see if you were still waiting there stupidly, and I couldn't take you back with me."

Mo Ye's heart sank slightly, and he asked very bluntly: "Why?"

"It's very simple, I was found by the owner when I was a thief." Wu Shu's skills were very clumsy and made a joke, this was the first time he had joked in front of Mo Ye, but it made her feel a little wrong.

"Didn't you run out?" Although he had realized that things were not simple, Mo Ye still asked confidently.

Wu Shu seemed to want to answer Mo Ye's question seriously, but after hesitating for a moment, he finally ended the conversation with a "hehe" laugh, and he stood up and left the long table.

"Uncle ......"

Mo Ye also stood up, and subconsciously followed Wu Shu's gaze, and she saw the figure of a young man in cloth gradually appearing clearly under the reflection of the stall lights in the night.

Mo Ye seemed to feel a little familiar with this dress, but the face of the young man in this dress was still very unfamiliar to her.

"Old Five." The young man in cloth who walked slowly with steady steps said calmly, "You should go."

Seeing the young man in cloth coming, Wu Shu's eyes became strict, but he didn't say anything, just arched his hand at the person, and then walked away from the table and walked in the direction where the person came.

His back quickly left the range that the lights of the breakfast stall could illuminate, and disappeared into the boundless darkness on the eve of the end of the night, and the young man in cloth who had seen him leave lowered his hand and turned his face to look at Mo Ye.

Mo Ye faintly felt that at this time, Wu Shu was leaving, and no one seemed to be able to stop him, and it was even more delusional for him to want to do this. So she could only keep her eyes on his figure, hoping to look at him a few more times.

For some reason, although the young man who came behind had a cold look, he did not contain the slightest hostility, but when Mo Ye saw Wu Shu walking away, he always had a feeling in his heart that he would not have any chance to see him in the future.

It seems that tonight's book theft has finally leaked his tracks, and Wu Shu will definitely be punished for this, and this punishment may not hurt his life, but it will be difficult for him to have the opportunity to meet with him in the future, this qiē is only because, the reason why he broke the rules tonight, the culprit is really herself.

Mo Ye's speculation was quickly confirmed.

When Wu Shu left, he didn't look back at her and say goodbye to her as Mo Ye expected. He walked straight into the darkness, his gray back blending into the deep night.

There will be a time to gather and disperse. Mo Ye sighed silently, and when he was about to turn his gaze to look at the strange young man, he suddenly found that the other party had already walked within three steps of his side. The lightness of his steps made her feel a little frightened.

Mo Ye subconsciously took a step back. Without checking for a while, his back was against the edge of the long table, and the long table made a muffled sound.

The shopkeeper who was still standing next to the board in the store kneading noodles had already noticed that there was an extra customer under the cloth shed outside the store, and he didn't immediately come over and greet him with a smile like Mo Ye and Wu Shu did when they took their seats just now, because he knew that most of the people were probably a practitioner, and the intention was unknown, and he was a small business owner who didn't want to cause trouble.

At this time, he saw that the young man who came later seemed to be persecuting the child at the table, and he was a little unbearable, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes again. However, after a slight struggle in the eyes. He finally chose to close his mouth, withdraw his gaze, and continue to knead his dough with his eyes down. Despite this, the movement of his hands kneading the dough had begun to be slightly messy, and the slap marks on the dough became deeper and lighter.

The store has a seven-year-old child. Later, he'd get up and help the shop with some of the work at the breakfast stall. Because there is a child at home who is close to the age of the lonely little customer at the long table, the store will naturally be more concerned about her safety at this time. However, it is precisely because he also has a wife and children to support, and in the face of many things, he must choose patience and indifference.

In the face of the responsibility and pressure of survival, the shopkeeper can only pray in his heart. Although the curfew is about to be lifted at this hour, if you can run into the city patrol team, at least don't let this child suffer too much!

The slight rise and fall on the shopkeeper's face did not escape the young man's attention, but he did not explain anything. When a person's identity reaches a certain level, there is a sense of self-confidence that there is no need to explain some details to others.

The strange young man only sighed when he approached Mo Ye's side: "I'm afraid the fifth child will be grounded this time." He looked at Mo Ye with his hands behind his back. Such an elder-like style, but not pedantic, may have something to do with his tall and thin body and natural posture.

Seeing that Mo Ye's back hit the edge of the table with a confident expression, she couldn't help frowning. His face softened, but his tone was gentle, but he said as if he was talking to himself: "According to common sense, you are not even afraid of the fifth child, how can you be afraid of me?"

Only then did Mo Ye realize that when she faced this young man who was likely to be 'walking' with Wu Shu, her reaction was a little intense, and after coughing dryly, she opened her mouth with some difficulty to justify: "I...... I recognize ......"

As soon as she said this, she didn't even believe herself.

"Actually, we've met before, but although I still remember you, you quickly forgot about me." The young man moved his hand behind his back to his side, but pressed two copper coins on the long table, and deliberately knocked out a sound to prompt the shopkeeper to settle the bill.

Hanging his hand to his side, the young man said again: "Lao Wu is not worried that you will go back alone, so I will give you a ride, let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man no longer cared about how Mo Ye felt, he had already walked outside the early shop.

Alone, doing their own thing, a group of people really have a similar style of behavior. Mo Ye watched the young man's unquestionable behavior, and she muttered to herself, but she was no longer as afraid of him as she was just now.

The young man said "go", and he really used "go" along the way. Mo Ye followed him unhurriedly, at first she felt a little uncomfortable, after walking for a while, she gradually got used to this strange face walking in front of her to lead the way, and at the same time she gradually realized a problem, if this person also carried him to the wall like Wu Shu, she really had to feel embarrassed!

Only two people walked out of one street, and at the intersection of the other street, they were blocked by a team of city patrol soldiers. To be precise, it was the young man who was stopped by the commander of the patrol group. Before the two of them could get closer, the young man had turned back to signal Mo Ye to stand still, and the captain of the city patrol in light armor didn't let his team follow too closely.

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ps: Again, this article is all overhead, and the Sichuan Army in this article does not refer to Sichuan. I'll find a way to get a map out one day.,Alas~.