"I want one too!"

……

At this time, the crowd suddenly boiled, vying for the Monkey King's sugar man, and it was not lively for a while.

"Ahh Here you go! ”

Mu Chujin put the small sugar man in Xiaolan's hand and smiled sweetly: "Sister hopes that you will be as brave as Sun Wukong, dare to love and hate, and be strong to face everything in life!" ”

The little hand hesitantly clenched the bamboo stick sticking to the sugar man, and Xiaolan's eyes were filled with tears, "Sister Xie Xie." ”

The girl smiled slightly, her eyes were very bright, she raised her hand to attach the back of Xiaolan's hand, and patted it lightly, as if she was comforting.

When the crowd dispersed, Mu Chujin handed the silver money to the old man who pinched the candy.

The old man hurriedly put down the work in his hand and refused: "No, girl, thanks to your lovely sugar man, the old man has earned a lot of silver, how can the old man be embarrassed to ask for the girl's money?" ”

"My paintings, your materials and craftsmanship, you should accept this money!"

Listening to what the girl said, the old man accepted the money, and then took a beautiful candy man and handed it to Mu Chujin: "Girl, you take this and keep it as a souvenir." ”

"Hmm." Smiling slightly, Mu Chujin raised his hand to take it.

Looking at the beautiful back in the distance, the old man sighed for a while, although the girl was wearing a mask, the smile on the corner of her mouth made people look particularly comfortable, as if a warm sunshine could shine deeply into people's hearts.

"Uncle, how much does this sugar man cost?" Suave voice, with a deep magnetism.

The old man turned his head and saw a white-clothed boy looking at the "Monkey King" sugar man with great interest, and from time to time stretched out his finger and poked the golden hoop stick held by Sun Wukong, with curiosity in his dark eyes.

"Childe has good eyesight, this is a new product that Lao Yu has just made, no more, no less five cents."

With a hook of light-colored thin lips, the man in white took out a piece of silver from his sleeve hole and threw it to the old man, and left without looking back.

"Hey! Childe, I haven't asked you for any money yet? Looking at the silver ingots in his palm, the old man hurriedly shouted.

"No......" The slender fingers shook slightly, leaving only a figure as white as snow.

The breeze passed, and the sound was cold and distant......

Out of Wuyi Lane, Mu Chujin and Xiaolan walked towards the princess's mansion, passing by the corner, but saw a circle of people in the corner, many people pointing there, not knowing what Lu Dao was saying.

It was still early in the morning, and there was nothing to do, so Mu Chujin and Xiaolan discussed going over there to have a look.

Pushing aside the layers of "human walls", Xiaolan desperately squeezed in and opened the way for Mu Chujin in front.

Through the crowd, I saw a white cloth of washed hair hanging on the wall, which was full of red letters, and kneeling on the ground was a woman dressed in linen and filial piety, with a sad expression, and a tattered straw mat was placed in front of the woman, on which the corpse was covered with a white cloth.

Mu Chujin read the white cloth carefully and understood the meaning. It is about the woman's poor family, her father was seriously ill, had no money for treatment, and finally died of illness at home, but she had no money to bury her father, so she sold herself here, just to meet someone with a good heart to give her some silver taels and bury her father's body.

"Miss, she's so pitiful......" Xiaolan muttered quietly, her slender eyes filled with hazy moisture.

"Hmm." Mu Chujin responded lightly, and his heart was shocked, this is the ancient "selling his body to bury his father", he had only seen it on TV before, but now he has experienced it personally, and he is still inspired, the ancients valued filial piety, and there were three years of wearing linen and keeping filial piety, thinking of this, Mu Chujin took out the money bag from his sleeve and walked towards the woman kneeling on the ground.

The person in front automatically got out of the way, and the noisy crowd instantly quieted down, I don't know if it was moved by the girl's behavior, or if everyone didn't react, in short, it was quiet at the moment.

Bending down, Mu Chujin looked at the woman's sallow face and handed over the money bag: "This money is enough for you to bury your father, and the remaining silver will be kept for a job, which will also make you worry about food and clothing." ”

"Miss Xie Lu, Miss Xie! Thank you! The woman kept kowtowing with tears and excitement.

Mu Chujin looked down at the corpse next to the woman, and I don't know if it was an illusion, the white cloth covering the dead man's head trembled slightly, rising and falling with his breathing.

The thin eyebrows twisted, and he raised his hand to uncover the white cloth, when suddenly, a gust of palm wind hit, carrying a stream of white powder.

Mu Chujin hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, but he still felt that his mind was drowsy, and his limbs suddenly felt weak. When I looked up, I found that the woman who was still crying just now was already holding a big knife in her hand, and she pounced on her with a hideous face.

The "corpse" lying on the straw mat also turned over, holding a bright sword in his hand, but the tip of the sword glowed green, apparently, it was quenched with poison.

The scene became chaotic for a while, and the crowd of onlookers also turned into assassins with murder weapons in their hands, and they made ruthless moves and attacked Mu Chujian, who was dizzy.

"Princess, be careful—"

Mu Chujin only felt that his body was staggering, and he was pushed aside by a thin figure, and when he turned back again, Xiaolan had fallen straight to the ground.

Mu Chujin trembled all over, no matter how he wiped his eyes, he saw the red and dazzling blood, red and flowing out of Xiaolan's chest.

"Xiaolan—"

With a glaring of watery eyes, Mu Chujin used all his strength to fly over, holding up Xiaolan's cold body, and his mind was numb.

What's going on, it was okay just now!

It was so good just now!

Mu Chujin trembled and hugged Xiaolan's thin shoulders, looking flustered and confused, "Xiaolan, Xiaolan!" Wake up, wake up! You open your eyes and look at your sister! Look at my sister! ”

"Nope! No-" Mu Chujin hugged Xiaolan's head tightly, tears appeared in her eyes, and she didn't know that the warm blood on the ground stained her skirt.

"Chu Jin, take Xiaolan away!" A figure jumped out of thin air, Mu Chujin looked up in a daze, and saw Feng Rongxue dressed in white to help him block the blade of the sword.

The godless eyes were stunned for a moment, and then reacted, as if he had caught a savior, Mu Chujin trembled his lips and cried: "Rong Xue! Rong Xue! Come here! Xiaolan is dying! Save her! ”

"Hatsuhibiscus, don't be afraid!" Rong Xue pressed her shoulders and held them tightly, "Leave with Xiaolan quickly, leave it to me here!" Hei Tan's eyes looked directly at the girl with determination, "Huh? ”

"Good!" With a certain amount of water, putting away his panicked emotions, Mu Chujin picked up Xiaolan's cold body, and flew towards the princess's mansion with light skills. Under the effect of the drug, Mu Chujin never thought about how sober she was at the moment, and her light skills were the fastest in her life, if she could change, she really wanted to become a beam of light, and take Xiaolan to find the best doctor in the imperial capital.