"Everybody's keeping up! Keep up! Whoever is slow, don't blame the master for being unkind! After moving away from the guarded soldiers, the staff who walked at the front urged angrily. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

These words attracted Nan Feng's attention, and he looked up for a while.

A young man who was six feet tall, with a village board head, and a white and chubby appearance, immediately caught his eye. I saw that he was wearing a white shirt that was popular in the Ming Dynasty and black trousers underneath, which was the most common wear worn by Ming officials.

Because the Ming Dynasty does not have any special restrictions on clothing, many ordinary people who have the desire to be officials like to imitate the trend. It can be seen that this person still has a lot of aspirations for the official position in his heart.

However, instead of leather shoes, he wore flip-flops.

This combination is a bit nondescript. It's like Nadong Shi imitates the cheeks, which only increases the laughing stock.

Maybe I ate too much, and the fat on my waist stretched the oversized white shirt to the fullest. The fat and large thighs also make the wide trousers tight, as if they will burst at any moment.

Around his neck, there was also a string of large gold chains that glittered gold. The cheesiness of the local tyrant is fully revealed. As I walked, the fat and flesh swayed and the golden light flashed and flashed.

It's a little dazzling, but it's also full of joy!

And when he spoke, he kept kicking and sweating. It may be that his clothes can't fit his full body of fat and flesh, and he can't breathe well.

Above his left chest, there is also a nameplate the size of a square inch, on which are written the words 'Wang Fubai'.

It's his work card!

In Daming, any public institution, service organization, will wear such a nameplate to the staff, in order to improve the recognition.

At this time, the refugees who followed Wang Fubai, looking at his funny appearance, all looked like they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and almost suffocated their internal injuries.

Sensing the movement behind him, Wang Fubai deliberately turned around. Seeing the hidden smile between everyone's eyebrows, the ferocity on Wang Fubai's face immediately increased a little. Glancing at everyone viciously, he snorted coldly and took the lead to walk forward.

As he passed through the winding passages separated by several tents, there were faint sounds of wailing, howling, and crying beside Nanfeng's ears. This made him unconsciously feel unswerving in his heart. But on the surface, nothing was shown. The refugees who were with him also changed their faces and became vigilant.

And that Wang Fu Bai sneered a few times. I don't know if it's to laugh at the refugees for their timidity, or if they have something else to say.

A young and petite girl immediately turned pale with fright when she heard this voice. So he hid behind his mother, a little timid.

The small palm tugged tightly on her mother's sleeve, pouting, as if she was about to cry at any moment. The little feet seemed to be filled with lead, and they stopped and refused to go forward. Her mother immediately squatted down and coaxed softly.

When Wang Fubai saw it, his face immediately showed displeasure.

The woman did not dare to delay, but quickly picked up the child and walked forward.

There happened to be a pool of stagnant water on the road, and the woman who was walking in a hurry, without paying attention, stepped on the air and fell into the puddle. Suddenly, the water splashed, and the people who were nearby were also doused with water.

Nanfeng was right behind them, his clothes wet. A few guards disguised as refugees were about to rush forward to change Nanfeng's clothes, but he stopped them with his eyes.

And the woman was covered in mud. The little girl in her arms also rolled on the ground several times, and her head was knocked out by the stones.

A loud cry followed, and the woman, ignoring the mud, ran over to check on the child's injuries.

But then, a louder exclamation drowned out the little girl's cry, and only heard: "Oops! ”。 With a sharp voice, it sounds like an old eunuch who has lived in the deep palace for a long time.

But it's Wang Fubai who leads the team! It is hard to imagine that such a young and vigorous man would let out such an exclamation of lack of energy.

I saw him hurriedly unwrapping his clothes, revealing his white and chubby upper body. The unfettered fat immediately collapsed like a waterfall.

His expression is also extremely exaggerated! The two big lips like thick sausages were opened to the maximum. A palm-sized steamed bun is more than enough to stuff down. stared at the round little eyeballs again, making the disc-like fat face magnified to the limit.

But when the woman fell, the sewage splashed his clothes. However, the distance is a little far away, and there is not much splashing, only a few drops.

But the yellowed sewage, printed on the clean white shirt, was so conspicuous. Looking at his distressed expression, it was like a dead parent.

The woman also knew that it was not good, put down the child, hurried to him, and apologized in a hurry.

But Wang Fubai didn't appreciate it at all. As soon as he threw his clothes into the arms of his peers, he slapped the woman in anger.

There was a snap, and the slap was so loud. suppressed the faint sound in the nearby tents.

With the woman's thin body, how could she stand Wang Fubai's slap with all her strength. So he became unstable and fell to the ground. But the woman did not care about the pain, and quickly got up from the ground, and begged for mercy from Wang Fubai on her knees.

The little girl on the side, when has she ever seen such a scene. His mouth opened wide in surprise, and he forgot to cry.

And Wang Fubai still doesn't give up. He kicked the woman in the chest, pulled her hair without mercy, and slammed it into the puddle. In order to facilitate the beating and scolding, the strong body sat straight on the woman. He shouted and scolded: "Poor sour girl! Can't get along with the master? Do you know how much money you spent to buy this garment? ”。

His face was flushed, like a winning rooster.

The woman wept loudly, her hands scratching wildly. Whimpering, unable to speak. After all, Wang Fubai's body was there, and the woman was like a chicken compared to him, and she had no backhand.

During this period, a staff member who was also a refugee resettlement worker said a few words on behalf of the woman with a reluctant face. But after meeting Wang Fubai's cold eyes, he didn't dare to say anything further. Another staff member not only did not plead, but also flattered Wang Fubai to beat him to death.

When Nan Feng saw this situation, his face turned blue with anger. A few guards responsible for the security of the South Peak looked at it lightly. Completely indifferent to this kind of scenario. Because they are all selected by thousands of people, I have never seen any cruel, cruel, and pitiful scenes. That heart was also so cold that it was numb.

So as long as there is no danger to the safety of Nanfeng, there will be no emotion, let alone a move.

Several of the accompanying refugees also had sad expressions. But no one dared to stop it.

The frightened little girl, seeing her mother being beaten like this, ran over crying and shouted, "Bad guy! Villain! Let go of my mother! ”。

Wang Fubai, who was beating and scolding the woman, immediately turned his face away, and slapped the little girl impatiently. But his arm suddenly stopped in mid-air.

When I looked up, it was a rather tall man, holding his arm. (To be continued.) )