Seeing July running away, Qin Ke hurriedly followed, and when Qin Ke approached, the crowd had blocked his vision, and July had disappeared.

Looking around, Qin Ke hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, and the next moment, his body squeezed inside.

Although Qin Ke's body was quite thin, but no one was willing to give up his position, bursts of unpleasant abuse kept ringing in his ears, and just when Qin Ke was about to give up, a palm suddenly grabbed his arm tightly and dragged him over.

When Qin Ke stood firm, he found that he was already standing at the innermost end of the crowd, and July was by his side at this time.

Throwing a wink at Qin Ke, looking like he didn't have to be grateful to me, but in exchange for Qin Ke's eyes, the bell rang again, Qin Ke raised his eyes, and saw that the source of the sound was a small stage only three feet wide.

The decoration on the stage is very simple, only a piece of red cotton is applied, and a song slowly sings from behind the stage, and a delicate little puppet suddenly appears on the empty stage.

Qin Ke knew that this was a puppet show that circulated among the folklore, also known as a silk show.

The red makeup and pink delicacy are cute, looking like living creatures, and the puppets dance slowly as the music sounds.

With the sound of cheers around him, Qin Ke couldn't help shouting a few times, but when Qin Ke looked carefully at the dancing puppet, he saw that the makeup painted on the puppet was actually a sad face, and suddenly, a wonderful performance became a little bleak in Qin Ke's eyes.

In the Nebula Empire, Qin Ke had never seen a silk play, and this time he was fascinated, the puppets moved with the singing behind the stage, listening to it in his ears and seeing it in his eyes, Qin Ke was actually brought into the sad and joyful story.

After the song, Qin Ke forgot to glance at Qiyue, only to see her looking at the puppet slowly leaving, the corners of her eyes flashing, three points more into the play than him.

"That's it. July showed an unfinished look, looked towards the stage, and she saw it for the first time, listening to the sad tune, and then looking at the sad puppet on the stage, July felt that the puppet on the stage was like herself.

As the music ended, a man of about twenty years old stepped out from behind the stage.

The man looked very delicate, and his face was also honest and cute, and he bowed lightly to everyone, as if to thank him, and said, "Let's make a song, everyone, please go back." ”

His voice was ethereal and pleasant, like a woman, perhaps only such a voice could sing such a beautiful tune, and after speaking, he began to clean up despite the persuasion of the people around him.

"Little brother, sing one more. A well-looking boy stepped forward to stop him and grabbed his arm, the smile on his face was full of kindness, but his tone was a little tough.

The singing man stiffened, did not speak, did not refute, as if time had stopped at this moment, the crowd around him suddenly became silent, turned his head slightly, and his eyes looked towards his right arm.

There was a palm there, clutching him tightly.

In the silence, there seemed to be something stirring, countless pairs of eyes fell on him through the crowd, although he did not look back, but the smiling face of the rich boy seemed to be in front of him, but the smiling face changed in his eyes.

Syllable~!.

A crisp slap broke the fleeting silence.

July stood in front of the singing man, looking at the rich boy who was holding his arms in grief at the moment, and the angry July did not show the slightest mercy, just a slap, and his arm bones were broken.

The sound of the rich boy's wailing resounded throughout the street, and for a moment all eyes were attracted by his painful voice, but one did not look at him.

The rumors lurking around him receded like a tide, and the singing man's star-like eyes looked at July with interest, with a faint smile on his face, oblivious to the wails that were so close to him.

Several entourages surrounded July and Qin Ke in the center, of course, there was also the man who was singing, with July's strength, there would naturally be no danger, but as a man, Qin Ke still chose to stand in front of her.

Seeing Qin Ke's back in front of her, a trace of complicated emotions flashed on Qiyue's face, and then a faint smile appeared on her face, stretched out her hand and pointed at this group of entourage, shouting: "Qin Ke don't let any of them go, otherwise they won't let you eat when they go home." ”

July's words almost caused Qin Ke to fall to the ground, and before he could say anything, he only heard the rich boy shouting from behind the crowd: "Phew! If I let you leave today, I won't be surnamed Zhao." ”

"Take them down for me. ”

With the order of the rich prince, the faces of several entourages were full of ferocity, and the slashing spirit in their hands exuded various colors of light, and they took a step forward at the same time.

The first strike is strong, and the second attack suffers, Qin Ke still understands this truth, several entourages seem to only have the realm of cutting two, but Qin Ke does not have the slightest carelessness, the blue light flashed, and the Xingtian short blade was already held in the palm of his hand, and the faint red light quietly lit up and disappeared around him, just a few breaths, and the entourage was blasted out in the blue light.

"Didn't you eat, why did you have so much strength. It seemed that he was very dissatisfied with Qin Ke, and July pointed to the rich boy and said, "Give you another chance, there is another one there." ”

The rich son's real name is Zhao Qian, and he is quite famous in Gutong Town, he is not overbearing, but he is playful by nature, and he doesn't like to cultivate.

"Don't come here, this is at the foot of Kunwu Mountain, the area of the North Xuanmen, you hurt people so much, the North Xuanmen will not let you go easily. Looking at Qin Ke's slowly approaching figure, Zhao Qian was suddenly frightened, and shouted loudly: "Mom, help." ”

Hearing Zhao Qian's words, Qin Ke frowned slightly, he didn't mention the Northern Xuanmen, it was okay, this mention of the Northern Xuanmen, Qin Ke couldn't help but look towards July.

This is the territory of the Northern Xuanmen, as a disciple of the Northern Xuanmen, if you bully people here and are passed back, you will be embarrassed, but I am afraid that you will inevitably be punished.

Frowning slightly, July slowly walked to Zhao Qian's side, pointed at him and said, "You squat down for me." ”

Zhao Qian is quite burly, July stood in front of him and wanted to raise his head, which made her very dissatisfied, seeing Zhao Qian slowly squatting on the ground, July then said: "I'm not afraid to tell you, Aunt Ben is from Tianhui Peak of Beixuanmen, you dare to sue the wicked first, if you don't harass others, we will beat you." ”