On the Road to Exile: Space Hundreds of Billions of Materials to Support the Villains

Chapter 220 Don't pretend to be dead, get up!

The flow of people on the street suddenly became chaotic, yelling continuously, a low-key carriage ran wildly and disorderly, the street stalls were ruthlessly knocked over, and the melons, fruits and vegetables fell to the ground, all kinds of cursing and resentment were mixed together. piece.

"Which bastard, how do you drive? Eyes grow in butt holes?!"

"Thousands of dollars, my stall! My stall!"

"Those who have been struck by lightning, go to places where there are many people, why don't they kill you!"

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Amidst the yelling and complaining, Chi Ning managed to grab the raised edge of the wooden wall, and finally stabilized her body that was shaking from side to side.

"What's going on?!"

She hurriedly asked the coachman who was driving the horse.

What responded to her was even more ups and downs. Even though there was a mink blanket on it, her buttocks still hurt from the shock.

After a while, the driver suddenly fell in and rolled to Chi Ning's feet.

Chi Ning looked down, and saw the coachman's body twitching non-stop, foaming from his mouth.

Epileptic?
Or epilepsy?

She stepped on the shoulder of the swaying coachman with her left foot to stabilize him, and stepped on his head with her right foot, forcing his neck to turn sideways so that he would not be choked by the foam that spewed out. Holding tightly to the raised edge of the wooden wall, the other hand struggled to pull the mink blanket under the buttocks and stuffed it into the driver's mouth.

After finishing everything, she struggled to move out, finally grabbed the rein, and tried to stop the galloping horse, but unexpectedly, the horse seemed to go crazy, and couldn't stop no matter how hard she reined.

There was a long "buzzing" in Chi Ning's ears and all kinds of continuous cursing, cursing, and crying.

A lot of stalls were knocked over along the way, not to mention that the common people cried, she wanted to cry too!
His hands were burning hot, and the palms were bled from the rough reins.

When she was hesitating whether to jump out of the carriage, there was a soft "boom" sound from the wooden roof, and a tall, light blue figure, tall but not rough, landed on the horse's back, grabbed half of the rein, and stretched hard. Clenched, the back of the hand is clear and blue veins are raised.

The horse, running wildly and chaotically, was strangled, its front hooves were thrown back, and with a tearing roar, it finally stopped, ending this absurd and dramatic gallop.

Finally, stop...

As soon as Chi Ning's tense back was relaxed, all kinds of pains were felt in all limbs and bones, and drops of blood oozed from the hands that were holding the rein tightly.

The figure sitting on horseback looked back, eyes full of surprise.

"Are you okay?"

The man was very young, probably in his early 20s, with black vertical hair, handsome sword-shaped eyebrows, and black eyes with a little polish.

"No, nothing!" Chi Ning was still in shock, and looked a little dazed.

In Interstellar, this moment is simply the scene of a large-scale car accident!
I don't know if anyone was hurt or killed along the way.

The man got off the horse and came to Chi Ning, and Zi Laishu opened his little hand that was holding the rein tightly. When he saw that the palm of his hand had been worn away by the rough rein, he frowned in distress.

Seemingly seeing that Chi Ning was still in shock, he gave her a reassuring look.

"Don't be afraid." Her voice was extremely gentle.

Chi Ning opened her mouth, and was about to ask him if he knew her, when the scream broke out suddenly.

"Who the hell do you dare to ride a horse and make trouble in broad daylight!"

"My stall was knocked down, lose money! Lose money!"

"My head was smashed and I lost money!"

"Surround them quickly, don't let them escape!"

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The public complained so much that the big guys could no longer control whether the owner of the carriage was rich or not, or whether he was a son of a high-ranking official.

Ignoring the continuous attack, the man comforted Chi Ning.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take care of it."

As he said that, he turned around to communicate with the common people, and his conversation was gentle. Facing the yelling, he was calm and calm, without showing the slightest sign of impatience or shrinking back, but handled things in an orderly manner.

Seeing that the man could handle it, Chi Ning turned around and went back into the carriage.

The coachman had already fainted, and she checked the coachman's pulse.

Strong and powerful, not sick.

She rubbed a little foam from the driver's face, rubbed it with her fingertips, her eyes darkened, and she couldn't help but think about the punishment Cui Xingjue said.

The white foam spit out by epileptic seizures is the fluid exuded during pulmonary edema, but the foam spit out by the coachman is different from the foam spit out by epilepsy.

So, the driver is pretending?
Chi Ning stared at the driver's unremarkable face, her nails pinched the softest inner flesh of his arm through the clothes.

"Don't pretend to be dead, get up!"

The coachman didn't move, he was like a dead man.

Chi Ning simply snapped off his eyelids, as she had guessed, this guy was pretending to be dead, even though she had exposed him to this extent, he was still unwilling to open his eyes!
"Trash, running dog, go to hell!"

Don't try to wake a person who is pretending to be asleep!
Chi Ning took a mink blanket and wrapped it around the coachman's head, trying to suffocate him.

Although he said that he followed Cui Xingjue's order, when he thought of the bumps along the way, his soul almost left this body, and what happened to him after a narrow escape, Chi Ning became angry.

"Is he all right?"

Before Chi Ning could smother him to death, the man's gentle question came.

(End of this chapter)