"Wait!" Bai Shuyi came back to his senses and hurriedly walked to Mo Jiuhua's side to look at her: "I'll go too." ”

Mo Jiuhua nodded: "Okay." ”

Seeing this, the shadow behind the two raised his eyes, and his gaze inexplicably swept at them who were walking side by side, and then lowered his eyes to hide the complexity in his eyes.

……

At this time, the first inn in Linyuan City.

It's really as lively as Eichi said.

Mo Jiuhua and Bai Shuyi, under the leadership of Ying Yi, pushed aside the crowd and entered a room, and then saw that there was also a group of people on several sides.

The crowd of onlookers, Mu Feiyan who was lying on the ground with a weak face and sobbing softly, Qingluo who stood in front of Mu Feiyan with a blue face and her little sisters, and a middle-aged man with a black face beside her.

The middle-aged man looked a little similar to Qingluo Meiyu.

Seeing this, Mo Jiuhua understood that this man was her father who was the shopkeeper in Qingluo's mouth.

After a pause, Mo Jiuhua's eyebrows were a little worried: "Feifei, what's wrong with you?" Who bullied you? ”

As she spoke, she stepped forward directly and slowly helped Mu Feiyan, who was still sobbing, up from the ground.

Looking at her pear blossom with rain, Mo Jiuhua took out a handkerchief, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said in a soft and doting tone: "Don't cry, tell me what's going on?" ”

After a pause, Mo Jiuhua said without raising his head: "If someone bullies you, don't be afraid, tell me, I'll teach her a lesson for you, I want to see, who dares to stop it?!" ”

Listening to her meaningful words, Qingluo and her father's faces became even more ugly.

Mu Feiyan sobbed twice, shook his head gently, lowered his head and said in a gloomy tone: "Little Sister Jiu, I'm fine, forget it......"

Mo Jiuhua's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and he reached out to pick her chin, forcing her to look at herself.

"Tell me, who pushed you to the ground? Well? ”

Her tone was unmistakable.

Hearing this, Mu Feiyan couldn't help but have a flush on her little face with rain.

But hearing her question, the little girl still came back to her senses, then turned her head, and looked at Qingluo's father and daughter with a look of wanting to speak, but then lowered her head and said nothing.

Seeing this, Mo Jiuhua turned his head and stared at Qingluo coldly: "You pushed it?" ”

"I didn't!!"

Qingluo couldn't maintain her image, so she directly denied it.

Mo Jiuhua's gaze became colder and colder, and the coldness made Qingluo shiver.

With an inexplicable fear in her heart, Qingluo once again denied it, and her expression was even more excited.

"I really don't! I...... Besides, it's you...... My sister will find me first, okay?! ”

"Oh?"

Mo Jiuhua's face was expressionless, and he suddenly hooked his lips and snorted coldly: "Is it?" I wonder what she said to you? You actually let you push her frail to the ground directly? ”

This time, before Qingluo could speak, the woman beside her, that is, the woman in apricot clothes before, spoke impatiently again.

"What else can be said? As soon as your sister came up, she asked to talk to us Qingqing alone, and we asked Qingqing just now, saying that the two of them were talking about you and you, a storyteller surnamed Bai! ”

"Also, we Qingqing just said that she didn't push you as a girl, why don't you believe it? Are you bothered?! ”

As she spoke, she rolled her eyes and glared at Mu Feiyan, who was still pitiful.

Looking at the angry face of the woman in apricot, Mo Jiuhua's eyes were cold and terrifying again, "Heh." You wet the bed last night. ”