Chapter 11: Death
"Long-winded." Di Junyang didn't respond to his last question, and Ye Huang's desire to probe his mind naturally fell through.
Secretly said that his sister's heart was only afraid that some of them would grind.
"Don't you really need help?" It seems that his fiancΓ©e is being molested and does not make a move...... I don't think it's that careful, is it?
Di Junyang didn't look at him, just squinted at the phoenix eyes that were raised, as if he had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, passed through the sea of people, and hit the shadow.
"Beauty, don't hide, I just kindly want to help you and send you home."
"No need. You have been out of luck lately, and I advise you to do more good deeds, and do not set yourself on fire. If not, I'm afraid it's too late to regret it. β
"Hey, what this beauty said is very reasonable, so worried about the safety of my son, why don't I go back to the house with my son and have a long talk, my son...... Hey, hey, hey......"
Xiyang just looked at him coldly and shook his head.
This appearance made the other party feel strange.
"What? Not happy? β
"I'm just laughing at your life."
"Bold, dare to make such nonsense." The little guy immediately stepped forward on one side, his hand pointing directly at Xiyang, and his eyes were vicious.
"Eh, don't worry, don't panic, whatever the beauty says makes sense." The white-faced man took the handle of the fan and cut the little man's hand, smiled shyly and asked, "Can you tell me, why did I die soon?"
You must know that my father is the one who can buy his life from Lord Yama. Hahahaha"
The onlookers whispered, shaking their heads and sighing, as if they were helpless about Xiyang's weakness.
"Young master, young master, don't talk nonsense with her, just let us rob people. Aren't we going to rush to the next one? β
Another guy was on the side reminding him of the upcoming trip.
As if remembering something, the white-faced man's face twitched faintly, wandered in place, turned around with a fan, and was just about to make a sound, when suddenly there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves not far away, "Get out of the way, the horses can't stop." β
There was a groom standing on the horse, constantly shouting at everyone to flee quickly, and the crowd of onlookers fled in all directions like ants on a hot pot, and Xiyang also avoided in the corner.
Seeing that the beauty's face was not in a hurry, the white-faced boy was a little uneasy, and he couldn't help but want to show his majesty, so that the beauty could look sideways.
He secretly thought that the horses in his own stable on weekdays would all give in when they saw him, and the wild horses of the common people on the street were even more insignificant.
What's more, he still has his father as his backing, so he is naturally not afraid that others will not give him face.
So, standing motionless in the middle of the road, with his head held high, bathed in the sun, he closed his eyes, pale and weak.
"Bang ......"
The huge horse's hooves fell, and a distant parabola was streaked through the air.
Everyone's eyes did not follow it, but all of them were fixed on the face of Xiyang, who was standing in the corner, with a face that was not sad or happy.
"It's terrible, is it dead?"
"Such a big hoof, good fellow! Do you try? β
"Won't I just talk about it? Don't look at it and look familiar......"
"Ahh Master! Master! β
"Oh my God, what if something happened to the young master, what should I do? We can't survive, this is the lifeblood of the master, what should we do? You are all murderers, and you are not allowed to go. One person hugged the boy who vomited blood and yelled.
The other was at a loss, "I, I, I'll go back and call someone, you watch people here, I'll call someone over right away." β