Love in Xuancheng

Complaining is complaining. Now that you've come, you'd better worship the dead first.

After the worship, yanqingzi left a message for his love elder martial brother and left in a hurry.

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Xuancheng Street

The whole camp of the city patrol camp went out, and the whole star God was restless day and night. People were terrified. Each soldier held a portrait and searched and questioned door to door. Even the children who had just spoken did not let go. They had to take a look at the people on the portrait, nod and take them away for questioning, and shake their head for a while.

"Sir, please don't take my son. He's only four years old. He doesn't understand anything. He hasn't even been out of our door. How can he have seen the girl on the portrait? Please make a clear decision. Don't take my son..."

The woman knelt on the ground and begged bitterly, and her forehead was bleeding.

"Get out! Don't hinder me from doing my job. Don't blame me for being rude and putting your family in jail!"

The soldier who spoke raised his foot in disgust and gave the woman a kind kick. The woman's body was like a full bow, bent and flew straight out, slammed into the stone steps in front of the house, rolled down the steps, a mouthful of blood "poof" -- "gushed out, her eyes turned and fainted.

"What a bad luck! It's just taking his son for interrogation. It's like who wants to rob his son. We have to leave life and death, and we have to let the LORD out to live in peace. Why bother?"

The soldier picked up his kick, patted his hand on the vamp disgustingly, complained about the gap, bent down and blew a few times with his mouth.

"Brother Ying, did your sister-in-law give you the boots?" the soldier holding the little boy smiled pleasantly.

The soldier who was called Yingge, that is, the soldier who kicked people, turned his head, glanced at the soldier holding the little boy, and raised his eyebrows, "how do you know, boy?"

"Isn't it obvious? You have to walk with your feet, ha ha..." the soldier holding the little boy smiled proudly.

"I'm sorry to beat you, boy. When did I walk with my feet in my arms? If I talk nonsense again, I'll tell you about Miss Liu Qiao..."

"Hey, brother Ying, brother Ying, I'm wrong, I'm wrong! You don't dare to tell me about it, otherwise you know, I'll hold all my life in brother Ying's hands. Please let it go, please let it go..."

A proud face retreated in an instant. The rest were nervous except nervous.

"It's good to know. You're a good boy. Don't yell if you're okay! But, sister-in-law, I like to hear you say that."

The soldier who was called Yingge scratched his head, blushed and pinched his shy simplicity.

"Brother Ying, you see, this child, let's put it down. He's still a milk doll. He can't say anything. He knows a ball! Don't you want to go back to your sister-in-law early? Take a milk doll back to the camp. If you can't find a clue, it will take up your good time with your sister-in-law. The gain is not worth the loss, isn't it? -" the soldier holding the little boy suggested bitterly.

The soldier who was called Yingge frowned when he heard the speech, rubbed his chin with a little stubble, thought for a while, waved his hand carelessly with an agitated face, "forget it, let him go, let's go to the next house and finish the work early."

"OK! Yingge is wise!"

The soldier flattered with a dogleg, put the little boy next to his mother, quietly stuffed a pill into the woman's mouth, put the bottle into the little boy's arms, gently stroked the little boy's head and ran out.