A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 22

Midsummer 1910.

"Sell Guokui, Guokui."

"Look at it, fresh vegetables, just plucked from the ground."

"Soy milk, fritters!"

In the noisy market, there are foreigners in gorgeous clothes holding silver dollars to buy what they need, and people in coarse linen clothes holding copper plates to bargain.

These days, the people who can afford silver dollars are either bureaucrats or foreigners from the West. There is no end to the war, and there may be another fight one day.

Most of the people on the street were pale, and they didn't know if they had just smoked something before going out.

A dirty figure in the crowd was out of tune with this harmonious market. If you didn't look carefully, it was nothing. He was wearing rags, bare feet, young, and long black hair draped over his shoulders. I don't know how long I haven't trimmed, and it looks like a little beggar of [-] or [-] years old.

But if you look closely, you will find it strange.Where is it strange?This young man was born too fair. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like the skin tone of a beggar who was crawling on the street all day long. After removing the tattered clothes and wiping the dust on his face, he should be a beggar no matter what. The handsome young master, anyone can see it, which young master ran away from home?

At this time, the young man was full of resentment, and he finally came back to this country he was familiar with and unfamiliar with.

It has been 10 years in the blink of an eye, but his appearance is really not getting old at all, even tender. Although he has never looked in the mirror, he knows that his style is still the same as before, and it is convenient to hook up with little girls. .How convenient?You can turn off the screen of your mobile phone, and a screen will appear at this time, how about it?Are you fascinated?
In the past 10 years, Xuan Hao has come back from the United States all the way. When there is a high mountain in front of him, he goes up the mountain to fight tigers, crosses the sea and eats sashimi. He is chased and chased by lions when passing through the grassland. Good fruit", the ghost knows what he has experienced, anyway, normal people should have died countless times.

Now he can finally say confidently that he has finally become stronger, and the price is that he is often cut up by various cute little animals and sprinkled with water.

The luckiest thing is that his hair is still there. Of course, he can't punch a child like a bald head, but it should be okay to punch a jerk, right?

"It's really crowded." Xuan Hao pouted and sorted out his collar that didn't exist at all. He's not dead, everything is good, but he's a little bit of clothes. "What do I come to the market for?"

"Guru." The strange cry from his stomach reminded him.

Xuan Hao finally remembered, it turned out that he came here to find food, because he couldn't starve to death, so he forgot!He hadn't eaten for 3 days, nothing happened, but he knew that it would be more and more uncomfortable later, because he tried to starve himself to death, but the conclusion was that he would not die, but would be very tormented, so he had to advance Prepare.

"It's easy to do things with people." While muttering, he looked at the street a little wretchedly, his sharp eyes swept over everyone's waist, "Then let me take a look, where is the next victim?"

Soon, his eyes fell on an old man beside him who could be seen to be taken advantage of by looking at his clothes.It looks like he is five or sixty years old, but this old man is not like ordinary people, he is very calm and gives people a very sharp feeling. Unlike the ordinary people next to him, the old man did not braid his hair, but directly tied it into a high ponytail , giving people a very fashionable feeling, coupled with the hideous scar on his forehead, it doesn't look like a good thing at first glance, and the money on his body must have an unknown origin, um, that's it.

For a guy like this who looks like a local bully, Xuan Hao doesn't feel any pressure at all. After all, "robbing the rich to help the poor" is not the first time he has done it, and the toll to get back is quite expensive.

He never cared about what kind of arrogance the other party exudes, it doesn't look ordinary, but what is he afraid of?Could it be that this old man is more terrifying than the Dragon King?At the moment, Xuan Hao only sees the bulging purse on the other side's waist. It's not always a stone, right?
"Old man, I'm sorry, I've been a little tight recently." Xuan Hao licked his lips and mixed into the crowd.

The crowd is crowded, the old street is not spacious, and it is inevitable that there will be some pushing and shoving. It is simply the perfect crime scene.The old man walked in front, neither fast nor slow, the flow of people seemed to have no effect on him, and the pace under his feet seemed to have a special rhythm.

Xuan Hao followed him, not far or near, every step matched the old man's footsteps, in order to cover up the sound of his own pace, but his eyes always fell on the old man's waist, oh no, the purse at his waist.

He looked at the purse carefully. The purse was tied to the waistband of the old man's trousers. It was a dead knot. Should he take the money directly, or cut the rope and take the purse together?

Well, what are you thinking about?Do it first!

But still need to wait for a suitable time. Xuan Hao touched the blade on his body. This is the broken piece of Menek's long knife. Well, it is very useful, in various aspects.He licked the corner of his mouth and looked at the old man.

In front of it is a tea shop with a good business. These days, there are still people who come to drink tea in leisure and leisure. It is either rich or expensive.

"Cough cough..." The old man wondered if he should have a cup of tea, and it was rare to come out for a walk.

"Pa" The old man suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder, and looked back subconsciously, but there was no one.He frowned, the scar on his forehead even more hideous.

The old man noticed an abnormal airflow passing behind him, felt a force that could threaten him, and then felt his waistband loosen and his face darkened.

"Something? You dare to steal something from me, you have a lot of courage!"

"It's done." Xuan Hao threw the purse in his hand and walked towards the crowd. He directly cut off the old man's waistband, which not only made it easier to take the purse, but also delayed time, killing two birds with one stone, "Slip away, slip away. !"

"What are you sneaking? Wouldn't it be better to stay and have a cup of tea with the old man?" Xuan Hao, who was about to squeeze into the crowd, was tightly clasped by an old hand on his shoulders.

The old man said flatly in his hoarse voice: "Young man, gentlemen love money and get it right. You are a little unkind."

His sharp eyes stared at Xuan Hao, which made Xuan Hao feel a little pressure.

"Guru" Xuan Hao's stomach didn't make a fool of himself.

The old man looked at Xuan Hao's face with a hint of surprise in his eyes, isn't it bad for this kid to be a little white face?Use it to steal?
"Tsk." Xuan Hao smacked his lips. He didn't believe that the old man was a gentleman. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't care.

With a violent force, the old man's hand was shaken off.

The hand was shaken, and the surprise in the old man's eyes turned into a joke: "Interesting."

A hand came out quickly, Xuan Hao couldn't even see the afterimage, the old man's hand grabbed his wrist.

Xuan Hao tried hard again, trying to break free.

(End of this chapter)