Mu Qingyun sat firmly, opened his big backpack, took out a shoulder pillow from it and leaned it on the back of his head, and then took out the lumbar pillow and put it on his waist.

This backpack was designed by her, Yue Ling and Guo Ying helped to make it, and the method of the later generation of mountaineering bags was adopted, which has a large capacity and a large shoulder width.

The cheesecloth used is very thick, and the needle and thread are relatively rough, but the number of stitches is very large, and it is particularly strong.

It's certainly not good looking, but it's certainly comfortable to carry.

Chen Yi also said that although it is good, the only problem is that it is behind its back, and the risk of rushing the train on the road is probably a bit big.

Not to mention anything else, when entering the station, people are crowded, I don't know how many pickpockets and thieves are hiding in the station, everyone hides a blade between their fingers, a blade goes down, this bag has to open a big mouth, and the hand is fast to steal all the things in an instant, and it is too late to catch them.

And it's not safe in the car.

This year is not the same as later generations, at this time the train runs slowly, there are many bandits have the habit of picking up the train, theft and robbery are not a new thing, some traffic arteries, the government every year to kill criminals, pick up the train to account for two or three percent.

Mu Qingyun thought about it, Chen Yi was too right, so the money she prepared was ready to be divided to ensure that she would not run out of food if she was stolen two or three times.

After all, the backpack is convenient, and it is still necessary to use it.

Mu Qingyun stuffed his backpack and looked around, looking at the environment left and right, although it was noisy and noisy, it was also very fresh, his eyes were wandering, there were too many people, and he couldn't see if there were any thieves for a while.

In the past, in order to deceive and fool his good classmate Zhao Yang, I listened to Mr. Jia tell a lot of martial arts stories.

There is a group of martial arts people who are masters of pickpocketing trains, led by a young woman in her twenties, she disguised herself and mixed into the car, selected the target and waited quietly, waiting for the train to slow down, immediately reached out to take the money, and floated away from the window.

The passengers on the train could only look at her back, crying out in vain.

Because of this, Mu Qingyun was still very active before going out, I don't know if she can meet such a person on the train this time, and whether she can fight with him.

If you encounter it, the story will be passed on to future generations, and I don't know if it will become a new legend.

Mu Qingyun was thinking about all kinds of legendary stories, and suddenly smelled a foul smell, so disgusting that she couldn't help frowning, opened her eyes and swept the side, only to see that the man sitting next to her had taken off his shoes and socks.

The dirty, smelly feet poked right next to her, swinging from side to side rather swaggeringly, with ten toes spread out, and a bit of a posture of teeth and claws.

The two looked at each other, and the man's eyebrows flew up triumphantly: "Ouch, there is no way, sweaty feet, I can't cover it, it's so uncomfortable." ”

"If there is a beautiful little girl who can't smell this, well, then I can only say sorry."

Mu Qingyun: "......"

She hurriedly and silently recited the martial arts code.

Now, it seems that he can barely make a provocation from the other party, and beat this guy violently, as long as he doesn't leave an injury that is difficult to heal, he can probably fool the past.

Although the imperial court restricts and restricts the warriors, it has no less respect for the warriors.

Mu Qingyun silently recited the word forbearance.

Her story falls on paper, she is the protagonist of the story, will many readers think that the heroine is too virgin and unpleasant to read.

When Mu Qingyun reads books, he also likes to draw his sword and kill people when he is angry, and he is happy to be the protagonist of revenge, whether male or female.

"It's a pity."

This is not the story.

Mu Qingyun sighed in his heart.

"Ouch."

The man shrank his feet suddenly, staring at Mu Qingyun suspiciously, not seeing any movement from her, but his two feet suddenly felt a terrible stinging pain.

The whole person kept shivering, a cold from the center of the foot all the way up, burrowed into the bones, soon his teeth creaked from the cold, and he quickly shivered and put on his shoes and socks, shrunk into a ball, and turned out his clothes to wrap his legs and feet.

Mu Qingyun's gaze slid over the man's bag, and there was a beautiful little red dress neatly stacked inside, as well as playthings such as windmills and small tumblers.

This man must have had at least two children under his knees.

A little girl who loves red dresses and red head ropes.

A little boy of three or four years old.

The man is thirty or forty years old, his parents are old, and his wife and children are still young.

Mu Qingyun couldn't help laughing, and hurriedly put away his little imagination, and stuffed the group bar into the garbage basket.

She thought about it for a long time, could she really kill people at every turn because of this trivial matter?

Seeing that the man next to him was wilting, Mu Qingyun adjusted his sitting posture, and when he turned his eyes, he saw two old women and a pregnant woman sitting in the corner not far away.

The pregnant woman was obviously very tired, her face was blue and white, her eyes were black, and her stomach looked like it was about five or six months.

The two old women are also rickety, skinny, and old.

Mu Qingyun turned his head and smiled at the man beside him: "I see that the master is very cold, maybe you should stand up and move your bones, maybe it won't be cold." ”

As he spoke, the coolness on this man's body rose another foot, hitting his lungs, and he instinctively rubbed and jumped up, trembling and jumping his feet.

Mu Qingyun smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, two old people, please come and sit down." ”

The two old women were stunned, their faces showed a little joy, and they hurriedly helped the pregnant woman over, but before they could get there, they saw a young couple rush past them and rush towards the vacant seat.

The two pounced, Mu Qingyun smiled, waved his hand casually, and didn't see the two of them, and the couple didn't know what was going on, so they stumbled and jumped over the empty space around them, and bumped into the man who was jumping in front, and the three of them fell together.

Only then did Mu Qingyun beckon again: "Please take a seat." ”

The old woman led the pregnant woman over and sat down, she was a little embarrassed, and thanked her again and again.

"Thank you, Miss, my daughter-in-law here is heavy, squatting on the ground is easy to get cold, if it weren't for Miss's help, we really don't know what to do."

Mu Qingyun: "The three of you can't thank me, and if you want to thank you, you should also thank this strong man." ”

Hero: "......"

"Poof, ahem."

As soon as Mu Qingyun's voice fell, she heard a sneer from behind her, she looked back, and happened to meet a pair of big round eyes, the big eyes suddenly lowered her head, and a large blush appeared on her face.

"I'm sorry, little girl is rude."

There was a middle-aged man sitting next to his big eyes, and he hugged his fist at Mu Qingyun, and he couldn't help but show a wry smile on his face.

Mu Qingyun didn't mind, and exchanged a few words with the father and daughter.

The father and daughter are also going to Yaowu City. Although he is very modest and does not say it explicitly, looking at the sitting posture and breathing of the two people, he must also be a person who practices martial arts.

And the background should be very good, the clothes and decorations on the body look inconspicuous at first glance, but in fact they are quite expensive.

I just don't know why such a noble person would sit in a second-class car.