is the same as a son, and his appearance and talent are worse than Su Nanfeng, but the identity of the former concubine.

There was a bit of anger in his eyebrows, and even his voice was a little higher.

"This eldest son Su is too much, and the second son of the family cares about him kindly. Not only did he not appreciate it, but he also poked at people's hearts and scolded other people's fathers. ”

"Isn't it, Second Prince Su is not only good-looking, but also kind-hearted. was bullied like this by his brother. ”

"Second son Su, don't be angry, ugly people are weird, we all know it in our hearts."

"Second son Su, don't be afraid, we are all here. If that person bullies you again, you can ask us for help in the future. ”

"Sunan Feng is too savage, he doesn't look like a man at all."

"Su Nanfeng has long been notorious, I heard that he killed someone some time ago."

"It's just that he looks rough and embarrassed, I heard that he seems to have a problem with his brain, I once saw him actually go to buy books on Taoist monks and immortals."

……

The crowd around them was still praising the kind-hearted people who caught the thief, but now they have changed the direction of the wind, their faces have changed like the sky, and they have pointed fingers at Su Nanfeng.

Even the thief in Su Nanfeng's hand cursed disdainfully.

It was as if he was not at fault for stealing something, but for being caught by this man.

There were more and more people who came to talk about the fun, but at some point, Su Nanfeng let go of the thief's hand, and was escaped by the thief for a while.

The broken hair on his forehead had been messed up when he ran, and now he hadn't been tidied up, and he lowered his head slightly, covering his eyebrows and eyes, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

The thief had fled, and there was no need for him to stay here.

Su Nanfeng clenched his fist lightly, and immediately let go.

glanced at the culprit who was still pretending to be pitiful, and the people around him were comforting softly.

Dressed in black, the black hair tied up high gradually disappeared in the crowd.

Yan Zisi looked at the tall figure, the corners of his mouth habitually hung an arc, but there was a subtle light shining in the depths of his eyebrows.

What a stupid little pathetic.

A good hand is played poorly.

But what does it have to do with her?

She's not a bad person.

It's not a good person.

Seeing that Su Nanting on the side was still crying with a handful of snot and tears, and the rouge and gouache on his face were washed together.

Yan Zisi suddenly felt a little disgusted, how could this man be rated as the first beautiful man in Tongcheng if he was so ugly.

Not only ugly, but also smelly.

These people are blind or have broken noses.

Has the aesthetic of the masses degenerated?

In her opinion, her younger brother Yan Qiancheng is much better looking than him.

It's a pity that the child stays at home, how can others know that there is a beautiful boy in Yanfu?

Yan Zisi was thinking wildly while strolling through the destination.

It was enough to have silver taels on her body, so she went to her own restaurant first, and it seemed that she was casually visiting Tongcheng.

After a while, seeing that the time was about to set, he walked slowly towards Yan's mansion.

Although Tongcheng is not as prosperous as the capital, it is not much worse.

There are waterways and land routes in this place, aquatic products and food, and there are many people coming and going.

Even at sunset, many vendors refuse to go home, and usually the night market is over.

Yan Zisi was not in a hurry, he looked at it for a while and walked for a while, and soon squatted on a stall to look at some strange things.

Next door is a fortune-teller and fortune-teller, with squinted eyes and a pretending to be profound.

Yan Zisi's squatting gaze glanced lightly.

Good fellow, under the table of this Taoist priest are bags of rapeseeds, peanuts, and melon and fruit seeds.

It may be that the tie is not tied tightly, and some of the rapeseed and seeds are scattered on the ground.

The Taoist priest had not yet put on his shoes, and his feet were leisurely placed on top of some books.

Yan Zisi looked at it, and could only vaguely see some words of "Qiankun Avenue", "Golden Body", "Alchemy" and "Immortality".

Isn't this Taoist priest pretending to be a ghost during the day, and he has to go back to farming at night?

Come to think of it, this Taoist priest is still a hard-working little bee.

Xu was aware of Yan Zisi's straightforward gaze, and the old Taoist priest quietly opened his eyes and peeked at her, seeing that her face was full of clear vision, and closed his eyes indifferently.

Yan Zisi rolled his eyes, such an obvious liar.

Only a fool can be deceived.

"That's... Are there any exercises for cultivating spiritual power? ”

After a while, a soft voice came from above Yan Zisi's head, Xu was embarrassed, and his voice was much lowered.

Yan Zisi was originally squatting to look at some strange things, but now when he heard the sound, he looked up curiously for a while.

Dressed in black, with high hair and a tall figure.

It's him!

That stupid little pathetic.

The old Taoist priest finally opened his eyes, and his somewhat cloudy eyes were shining brightly at the moment.

"You're finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

As he spoke, he skillfully pulled out one of the books he was stepping on under the table, first stroked his white beard, and pretended to say profoundly: "The one last time may not be suitable for your spiritual root, this one is suitable for everyone's spiritual root cultivation." ”

"Your talent is not good, you can only make up for it with good exercises." The old Taoist priest pointed to the old book with "Chaos Dafa" written on the cover, and continued: "This secret book was obtained by my ancestor from a treasure cave. It is a treasure among our people, and it is very valuable. ”

Yan Zisi was very funny in his heart.

A treasure of the clan? Worth a lot?

You've used it as a stepping stone, is your grandfather's coffin board about to be overwhelmed?

As long as you're not a fool, you can hear that this old god is making things up.

"This exercise is so good."

The man above his head listened attentively, and even made an exclamation sound, his expression was serious, and he did not lie for a minute.

But in an instant, he pursed his thin lips again, and said with a frown: "I only have nine yuan, I'm afraid it's not enough to buy." ”

Yan Zisi looked up violently, only to see that the young man in black was looking at the book with some regret.

Yan Zisi: "! ”

Oh my!

What the heck?!

God!!!

Do you believe the old god's nonsense?

Where's your brain, boy?

Eaten by a dog?

There are strange things every year, and this year is especially numerous.

Yan Zisi's movements were a little big, causing the old god stick to stare at her, obviously warning her not to talk too much and disturb his business.

Yan Zisi: "....."

"Forget it, I see that you are destined for me, and besides, my mantle must be inherited by someone. Nine dollars, you can take the book. ”

The old god patted his chest with some heartache, looking like he had suffered a loss.

"Really?"

Su Nanfeng's lowered eyes hung up very quickly, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, and his face was much happier than when he was expressionless.

Yan Zisi raised her eyebrows, she thought that Su Nanfeng was a facial paralysis.