A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 22 17. Things get easier when there are more people

Midsummer 1910.

"Selling Guokui, Guokui."

"Look at the fresh vegetables, just dug out of the ground."

"Soy milk, fried dough sticks!"

In the noisy market, there are gorgeously dressed foreigners holding silver coins to purchase what they need, and there are also people wearing coarse linen clothes holding copper plates and bargaining.

These days, those who can afford silver dollars are either bureaucrats or foreigners from the West. The wars are endless and there may be another war one day. The common people are living in fear every day.

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

A dirty figure in the crowd is incompatible with this harmonious market. It doesn't matter if you don't look carefully. He is wearing rags and bare feet. He is not very old, and has long black hair hanging on his shoulders. It hadn't been trimmed for an unknown amount of time, and it looked like a little beggar of eighteen or nineteen years old.

But if you look closely, you will find something strange. What's strange? This boy is too fair-skinned. He doesn't look like a beggar who walks around the streets all day long. Apart from his ragged clothes and wiping off the dust on his face, he looks like a beggar. The handsome young master looks like a handsome young man to anyone who looks at him. Which young master has run away from home?

At this time, the young man's face was full of resentment. He finally came back to this country that he was familiar with but unfamiliar to.

It has been 10 years in the blink of an eye, but his appearance has really not aged at all, and has even become younger. Although he has never looked in the mirror, he knows that his style is still the same as before, which is convenient for hooking up with little girls. . How convenient? You can turn off the phone screen and a picture will appear. How about it? Charmed?

In the past 10 years, Xuan Hao has returned here from the United States. When there are high mountains ahead, he goes up to the mountains to hunt tigers. He eats sashimi when he crosses the sea. He is chased by lions when passing through the grasslands. He has to go through the rainforest to eat something. Good fruit." God knows what he has gone through. Anyway, a normal person should have died countless times.

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

The luckiest thing is that he still has his hair. Of course, he can't punch a child like a certain bald man, but it should be no problem to punch a monster, right?

"It's really crowded." Xuan Hao curled his lips and adjusted his non-existent collar. He's not dead, he's good at everything but he's a little tired of clothes. "By the way, why did I come to the market?"

"Gulu." The strange growl from his stomach reminded him.

Xuan Hao finally remembered. It turned out that he came here to find food. He was so hungry that he forgot about it! He hasn't eaten for 3 days, nothing happened, but he knows that it will become more and more uncomfortable later, because he tried to starve himself to death, but the conclusion is that he can't die, but will be very tormented, so he has to advance Prepare.

"It's easier to get things done when there are a lot of people." He muttered, looking at the street obscenely, his sharp eyes scanning everyone's waist, "Then let me take a look, where is the next victim?"

Soon, his eyes fell on an old man next to him who could tell by looking at his clothes that he was being taken advantage of. He looks to be in his fifties or sixties, 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 up. The ponytail gives people a very fashionable feeling, and coupled with the hideous scar on the forehead, it is not a good thing at first glance. The money on him must have come from unknown sources, well, that's it.

Xuanhao didn't feel any pressure at all from a guy who looked like a local bully. After all, it wasn't his first time to "rob from the rich and give to the poor", and the travel expenses back were quite expensive.

He has never cared about the bastard aura emanating from the other person. He looks extraordinary, but what is he afraid of? Is it possible that this old man is scarier than the Dragon King? Xuan Hao only sees the bulging money bag around the other party's waist at this moment. It can't be filled with rocks, right?

"Old man, I'm sorry, I'm a little tight lately." Xuan Hao licked his lips and blended into the crowd.

The crowds were crowded, the old street was not spacious, and there was inevitably some jostling as people came and went. It was a perfect place to commit a crime. The old man walked in front, neither fast nor slow. The flow of people seemed to have no impact on him, and the steps under his feet seemed to have a special rhythm.

Xuan Hao followed him, neither far nor near, matching each step with the old man's footsteps to cover up the sound of his own footsteps, but his eyes always fell on the old man's waist, oh no, the money bag around his waist.

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

Well, why do you think so much? Do it first and then talk!

But he still needed to wait for a suitable opportunity. Xuan Hao touched the blade on his body. It was a broken fragment from Menike's long knife. Well, it was very useful in various aspects. He licked the corners of his mouth and looked at the old man.

In front of it is a tea shop with a good business. These days, people who can still come to drink tea in a leisurely manner are either rich or expensive.

"Ahem..." The old man was thinking about having a cup of tea as it was rare for him to go out for a walk.

"Pa" The old man suddenly felt someone tapping him on the shoulder, and subconsciously glanced back, but there was no one there. He frowned, and the scar on his forehead became even more hideous.

The old man noticed an abnormal airflow passing behind him and felt a force that could threaten him. Then he felt his belt loosen and his face turned dark.

"Do you have something? You dare to steal something from me, you are very brave!"

"Done." Xuan Hao threw away the money bag in his hand and walked toward the crowd. He cut off the old man's waistband directly. Not only could he take the money bag easily, but he could also delay time and kill two birds with one stone. "Slip away. !”

"Why are you sneaking around? Why don't you stay and have a cup of tea with me?" Xuanhao was about to squeeze into the crowd when an old hand clasped his shoulder tightly.

The old man said calmly in his hoarse voice: "Young man, a gentleman loves money and gets it wisely. You are a bit unkind."

His sharp eyes stared at Xuan Hao, which actually made Xuan Hao feel a little bit of pressure. He didn't even feel that much when he looked at the Dragon King.

"Gulu" Xuanhao's stomach was agitated.

The old man looked at Xuan Hao's face, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Isn't it good for this boy to be a pretty boy? Is it necessary to steal it?

"Tsk." Xuan Hao smacked his lips. He didn't believe that this old man was a gentleman.

With a sudden force, he shook the old man's hand away.

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

A hand quickly reached out. Xuanhao didn't even see the afterimage clearly. The old man's hand grabbed his wrist.

Xuanhao tried hard again, trying to break free.