When Shayima heard this, she was anxious, jumped on the horse, and said to Lian Shuang in a hurry: "I'll ride over first, you can accompany Sister Miao to go over." With that, he patted the horse and ran away.

Wen Xiaomiao led the horse and followed behind Lian Shuang.

Lian Shuang walked in front casually, unhurried, Wen Xiaomiao followed silently, in fact, she was a little curious to see what Shayma's sweetheart was like.

There are a lot of people in the market, it is very lively, Wen Xiaomiao's mood has not been so relaxed for a long time, she looks left and right, and looks at many things very novelly.

A boy who looked older than Wen Xiaomiao ran over, looking like a little beggar, and seemed to accidentally hit her, Wen Xiaomiao was too thin, and he was almost stumbling and about to fall down if he was hit, Lian Shuangyi flashed and held Wen Xiaomiao with one hand, the boy only said sorry, and wanted to run, and Lian Shuang's other hand was as fast as lightning and grabbed the boy's arm.

Wen Xiaomiao hurriedly pulled Lian Shuang and hurriedly said, "Sister Shuang'er, it's okay, I'm okay, he has already apologized, let him go." ”

"Take it out." Lian Shuang's voice said coldly.

"Oops, oops, it hurts, it hurts, you let go, let go, I don't know what you mean, let go." The little beggar screamed as if he had died in pain.

Wen Xiaomiao was stunned.

Lian Shuang didn't let go, squatted on the ground, let the little beggar lie on the ground and roll and toss, the ghost cried wolf, she didn't move, just said again lightly, "Take it out." It's not loud, but it's not noticeable.

After a while, some people gathered around, and Wen Xiaomiao pulled Lian Shuang: "Sister Shuang'er, what's wrong?" ”

"See what's missing on you?" Lian Shuang didn't look at Wen Xiaomiao, still pinching the little beggar like iron tongs.

Wen Xiaomiao touched her body, and the sachet was gone, the only thing her mother left for her.

"My sachet is gone." Wen Xiaomiao exclaimed in a low voice.

Lian Shuang increased the force on his hand, and the little beggar suddenly straightened his whole body, his teeth were clenched, his eyes squinted upward, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his mouth foamed.

Lian Shuang was stunned.

At this time, I don't know who in the crowd shouted, "It's not good, it's not good, it's a life, the Han people killed the Huns." ”

Instantly, there was some commotion in the crowd.

A man in a hat walked out, his face completely obscured by the wide brim, and it was impossible to see what he looked like.

He pinched the little beggar's man with one hand, and with the other he groped around the little beggar's body, but he didn't seem to find anything.

The two people standing next to him should be Huns from their appearances.

A man dressed in black asked the man wearing the hat in Xiongnu: "How is it?" ”

"Probably, epilepsy, nothing on you." The man wearing the hat also doesn't seem to be fluent in Xiongnu.

Lian Shuang grew up in the frontier since she was born, and her language talent is extremely high, she can speak Xiongnu, Persian, Arabic, and know palindromes, she subconsciously wants to take a look at the man who is squatting on the ground like her, and the man seems to have guessed her thoughts and pressed the hat even lower.

Lian Shuang stood up.

The little beggar was quiet, and the man in the hat also stood up and stood behind the man in black, who said in Chinese, "You said he took your things?" What about the evidence? ”