I thought that becoming a beggar was the saddest experience, but I didn't expect that there was no worst, only worse.

After drilling the cat hole, the three old, weak, sick and disabled people suddenly felt that their souls had been sublimated, and they could do anything in the future without changing their faces without fear.

However, it didn't take long for me to change my face.

"Hey, the boy in front, the one in gray, it's you, stop for this girl!"

The streets of Baicheng were filled with the cries of hawkers, but this shrill female voice still clearly reached the ears of the foursome.

At this time, the four of them had already changed their clothes, Mr. Meng regained his elegance, and Ripple changed his and Yu Wenhao's faces with potion.

As for Wei Zhishang, his legs are not lame, but his face is lame, and his nose and swollen face that have been beaten by ripples can't be seen in his original appearance.

They turned to look, and the woman who staggered over was wearing a pink skirt, covered with fat as if it could tear the skirt, her facial features were squeezed together, and the fat trembled.

The corners of the four of their mouths twitched in unison, and they all looked down at the same gray clothes on their bodies, and their faces changed slightly.

In the next moment, Ripple stepped back silently with small steps, and Yu Wenhao and Wei Zhishang, who were keenly aware of her small movements, also followed back.

Mr. Meng, who was half a beat slower and stayed at the front: ......

What about the blessings and hardships that are said to be good?

He Meimei ran closer, panting and hugging Mr. Meng's arm, her sharp voice was coquettish, "Childe is so handsome, no one has ever seen such a handsome son!" ”

A woman who was three times the size of Mr. Meng was picked up on his body, as if she was going to crush the sick and weak Meng who was powerless.

The expressions of the three retreating people were complicated, a little sympathetic, a little pitiful, and a little gloating.

And Mr. Meng, who was hugged by the woman, finally recovered from the dust and elegance, disappeared again, stiff, and his face was faintly pale.

He Meimei raised her head, glanced contemptuously at the three people behind, and warned arrogantly: "Look at this girl again, gouge out your dog's eyes!" This girl doesn't look down on you! ”

The three of them silently looked away, thank you so much for your disdain!

They had already guessed her identity from the outfit of her guard, she was the daughter of Ganzhou Thorn Shi He Bingcheng.

And He Bingcheng is exactly the object they want to investigate.

He Meimei had a lot of strength, Mr. Meng retracted his hand, did not retract it, and pushed her again, but did not push.

"Auntie...... Girl," the corners of his mouth trembled, and his voice trembled, "Men and women don't kiss, please let go." ”

"Don't~" When He Meimei looked at Mr. Meng, her arrogance suddenly turned into infinite shyness.

She laughed, the fat on her round face wrinkled together, and her eyes narrowed into a line, "People fall in love with Childe at first sight, Childe is the husband of this girl, right?" ”

The people on the street saw that there was a good show here, and they just wanted to come around, but after seeing He Meimei, they whispered and dispersed.

"The daughter of the assassin is robbing the people again!"

"Pity this scholar-like man, his life is not long."

"Maybe it's real this time, I want to get married if I don't see it."

There was a very small amount of discussion, and the three of them could still faintly hear it.

"Girl, don't!" Mr. Meng was entangled, and when he heard the words asking him to be his husband, he couldn't help but scream, with horror and panic.

He Meimei grinned, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by another high-pitched and thin female voice.

"How can my sister find her husband alone and not bring Lili with her?" Another woman in green, full of fat, walked over.