her eternal lucky star

Chapter 833 The Villagers’ Riot (2)

"We have nothing to do with profiteers who only pursue profit. We will drive them out of our village and our country!"

"Yes, get out!"

As the villagers spoke, they began to throw what they could get at Angus and Ye Zichu.

"what--"

Ye Zichu screamed, and a huge force pushed towards her at the same time.

Before she could stand still, she was grabbed by the arm by one of the nearby plainclothes bodyguards: "Quick! Run! The villagers rioted!"

The man grabbed her arm, protected her under his body, pushed and shoved the bodyguard away and ran out of the shop.

A lot of villagers came, crowding inside and outside the store, mainly targeting Angus, but there were also a small number of people who hated the house and black people, couldn't squeeze in and beat Angus, so they vented their anger on her.

Eggs, chopsticks, vegetables, stones...

Although the bodyguards tried their best to protect her, a small part still fell on her body.

Pain.

The language that the villagers could not understand was chirping and quacking.

The bodyguard roared angrily next to his ears: "Get out! Get out!"

Ye Zichu was dragged away, subconsciously turned around to look at Angus, but found that the inside was already crowded, and Angus was nowhere to be seen.

After finally running out of the shop, she felt that the outside was even more crowded. She was protected by her arms and could not see what was going on outside. She could only see pairs of cloth shoes under her feet, and felt the tension of the atmosphere. Dust flew into her eyes and mouth. , She coughed so much that tears were about to fall.

The white cloak was soiled in the frantic stampede.

A screaming crowd knocked her away.But the bodyguards quickly found her and dragged her out desperately.

Behind him were chasing villagers on the left and right, screaming for them not to run, and all kinds of debris flying all over the sky.

……

"Master, Master, the villagers rioted!"

"The villagers want to drive out the businessman who came to the village!..."

The little lama hurriedly ran from the entrance of the small temple, and his loud voice spread everywhere.

Several young lamas who were sweeping the floor stopped and looked at him worriedly.

The little lama pushed open a door like a gust of wind, ran in and said, "Master, the villagers have rioted!"

The old lama was a little deaf, only heard his loud voice, put down the teacup: "Surya, when can you be more calm, don't be frizzy all day long!"

The little lama stuck out his tongue, his dark face covered with sweat, panting and looking at the man next to him, his eyes begging for help.

Ji Ling put down the teacup, turned sideways and repeated to the old lama.

"What?" The old lama finally heard it, pointed to the young lama and said, "Go quickly, call a few senior brothers to help them, and appease them as soon as possible!"

"Yes!"

The little lama nodded, turned around and ran out immediately.

Ji Ling also stood up and said, "Master, let me go too."

The old lama: "One more person gives more strength, go."

Ji Ling nodded and went over immediately.

The yard was empty except for a few brooms, and the young lamas in the temple had rushed down the hill.

The streets below the mountain were in chaos.

Ji Ling squinted his eyes, and suddenly found a mess of white in the crowd.

Eyelids twitched suddenly.

Screaming, debris flying...

In the chaos, Ye Zichu's mind went blank, he couldn't tell the direction at all, the cloak on his body was pulled desperately by a hand outstretched from somewhere, and it was pulled to his shoulder at once, and half of his shoulder was exposed with Lu, cold The cold air hits, piercingly cold.

(End of this chapter)