The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 232 What friend?
Those familiar faces, even if they were unkempt and ragged at this time, she still recognized them.

She pondered over and over again: "Brother, I know those beggars, I want to go down."

Xie Shaoxuan frowned slightly: "What did you say?" He couldn't believe his ears: "Sister, do you know those beggars?"

"They are not beggars, they are my friends, and they must have encountered trouble." Xie Wanrong jumped out of the carriage regardless of Xie Shaoxuan's reaction.

Xie Shaoxuan and Xie Shaoxuan who were in the carriage looked at each other, and Xie Shaoyuan spread his palms: "I don't know anything."

Because of the smashing of the wooden stool, the originally compact crowd had dispersed in all directions, and Xie Wanrong squeezed into the crowd extremely easily.

The peddler watched the bench in his hand being shattered, and even his own hands started to go numb, but the man who was smashed was fine.

He shook his hand, stretched out his hand and picked up a wooden stool and wanted to smash it again.

Xie Wanrong flicked a finger, and an ordinary pill rolled and hit the merchant's wrist at an invisible speed.

With just this blow, the vendor lost his strength as if his tendon had been snapped off, and the wooden stool in his hand fell heavily to the ground.

"Who is it? Who plotted against me! Get out!" The vendor covered his wrists, knit his brows, and looked around vigilantly.

"What happened? Could it be that someone bullied this stall owner?" Xie Wanrong interjected curiously like a spectator.

Those who have good things come out immediately to respond: "Hmph! I think he is bullying others, and this position is not his. He is just a local overlord, occupying this piece of land that extends in all directions, and the people on the street are too lazy to fight with him. When this stall is his!"

"That's right! Why does this position belong to him? It's because he is unreasonable!"

The beggars looked inexplicably grateful at the woman who spoke for them, and their black and white eyes widened dramatically.

"old……"

Xie Wanrong coughed lightly, and gave them a look to signal them to keep quiet.

Those ten or so beggars were not the same assassins she had taken in in Jiangbei.

The beggars froze in place, their disheveled faces could not help but tinge with a smile.

The merchant, however, was irritated by the common people's words, bared his teeth and came over to Xie Wanrong, cursing in his mouth: "Who are you? How dare you meddle in my business? Don't die!"

His oily paws grabbed her towards her, his eyes were narrowed like slits with an invisible trace of wretchedness, such a beautiful and flowery little lady didn't take advantage of it.

Xie Wanrong took a step back, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, only heard the sound of bone breaking, followed by earth-shattering howls of ghosts.

"Ah-ah! Me! My hand!"

This scene changed so quickly that the common people who joined the fun couldn't help but stare at the beggar who was slapped by the peddler. They couldn't even see how he made the move, and the peddler's hands were snapped off.

He didn't even make a move when the merchant yelled so loudly just now, he didn't expect that he was still a folk master.

"You...you..." The vendor was terrified, the pain from the broken palm was like thousands of knives, cutting his flesh and blood, "You dare to do it...you..."

"If you don't want to die, go away, kill you, I have neither money nor profit, and I think my hands are dirty!"

Xie Wanrong, who was watching the excitement, felt his body weight, and was dragged out of the crowd by surprise.

She twitched the corner of her mouth helplessly, and said indifferently, "Brother, they are my friends."

She turned around and raised her eyes impatiently, a stern, sharp-edged face magnified in front of her eyes.

"Friends? When did you make friends? Why doesn't this king know?" He looked at the crowd with interest, as shrewd as he was, he could tell at a glance that the group of people were not beggars at all.

　Thank you baby [Only] for the reward of 388 book coins~~Qiqi hasn’t received a reward for a long time~I’m a little surprised~It’s an unexpected surprise~~~How big is it~~The author snickered and went for a while~ ~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)