"You demon girl, whatever you want to do, just come to my old man alone, and it has nothing to do with my grandson."

The white-bearded old man sat down on the ground, pointed at my nose in indignation, and cursed, and I tried to freeze his hand in the air.

I looked around coldly, and saw the people, or the women who were afraid of me in the arms of their children, or the people who were running frantically in the crowd, or searching for something in the basket in their hands.

Those people were stopped by officers and soldiers on both sides of the road, but the chill projected in their eyes seemed to penetrate people's hearts.

Suddenly listen to the voice of an old woman......

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