The next day after that, the gangster came out of the city with Ning Que'er, who was hanged by the old Chinese doctor.

No one knows where he is going and what he is going to do, and no one will ask about it.

Wang Wu just went to the Li family as promised and was unable to even meet the boy again.

When leaving the city, Ning Quer'er's hand tightly grasped the clothes of the Jianghuke, making her knuckles pale, but she was unable to let go.

It is worth mentioning that Wang Wu soon escaped from the strict courtyard of the Li family.

Use her insights that are inconsistent with her appearance and her thinking of living a lifetime.

Wang Wu, who escaped from the Li family, did not stay in Poyang City for a long time.

Instead, I went east day and night.

She was going to see this world, and spend the rest of her life and the future, she should be able to no longer have purpose.

It was in such a funeral that she met her master, Pang Wanshan, the elder of the Beggars' Sect.

In the second month after the autumn of that year.

But to be honest, this is another very long story, and we can wait until we can tell it slowly.

And now, let us focus on Wang Wu’s current days.

A year after she came to Poyang City and found Ning Queer.

Wang Wu is a nostalgic person.

Although she herself is reluctant to admit this, her actions usually cannot get rid of these two words.

As for wine, she likes to drink the wine and vegetables from Xiangjiang. She only enjoys eating the cinnamon fish from Luocheng. As for pasta, after tasting it, she can never forget the taste of the steamed buns on Yaer Street.

There is almost a story behind these things, although she never takes the initiative to mention those pasts.

It has been more than a year since she came to Poyang City.

The weather here is very wet, with light rain and heavy rain. Drizzle and showers.

It is rare to have a good weather like today one day.

Wang Wu leaned against a stone pier, half lying on the ground, with a broken wine gourd hanging around his waist and a yellow bamboo stick tied to his back.

Perhaps she felt something, she touched her stomach and slowly opened her half-closed eyes because she was taking a nap.

The sun is a bit dazzling, and it is obviously a matter of course for a person who has been sleeping for a long time.

So Wang Wu frowned unconsciously, then lazily raised his hand and grabbed his messy hair with his fingers that should have been green onion but were stained with dust from his master.

It is no exaggeration to say that if we only talk about the appearance, Wang Wu should be considered a model disciple in the Beggars' Sect.

A gray-green cloth robe was covered with patches, and the messy thick threads were entangled together, which felt like it was too chaotic to cut.

The lower body is not a skirt, but a pair of leg trousers that are completely incompatible with the temperament of a woman.

There were no shoes on my feet, I just tied a few circles of rags to prevent the stones on the ground from cutting the skin. The heels and two rows of beautifully shaped toes were still exposed.

The collar at the neck was hanging on both sides, perhaps because the torn clothes were not fit enough, one of the shoulders under it was exposed directly, which made the person wearing the clothes look like they didn't have the reserve of their daughter's family.

The chest is open, there is no lining inside, and there is no bellyband that ordinary girls can wear. There is only a white cloth that is more wrapped than nothing, and it cannot even cover the collarbone. Fortunately, they can barely block the part they should have blocked.

To be honest, a woman who is so untidy in the street should be very eye-catching.

However, because Wang Wu's appearance was too casual, or she probably hadn't taken care of her image at all, her disheveled hair and unkempt face made people just want to hide from her, let alone stop and watch.

People don’t have so much time to stare at a beggar who can’t even see her face.

It depends on the exposed girl Hedong Street, which is white and tender and pleasing to the eye. Wouldn't it be more beautiful?

Therefore, even the gangsters who often tease women in the city are too lazy to look at Wang Wu more.

Well, from a certain perspective, this saved her a lot of trouble.

"I'm hungry again." He murmured to himself with a slightly hoarse voice. Wang Wu seemed helpless to put down his hand holding his hair, and shakingly leaned over and stood up.

She had just experienced a hangover in the morning, and even now she still had a headache and her head was dizzy.

She reached out and shook the wine gourd around her waist, and confirmed that there was still some "stock" inside. She raised her brows with satisfaction, rubbed the corners of her eyes, and yawned with pleasure, and walked towards the street.

Wang Wu was going to get some food.

To be precise, steamed buns with pickles.

She has been eating like this for the past year she has been in Poyang City.

Cheap, really, and interestingly, she is not tired of eating it.

Wang Wu can be said to be such a strange person because she always does strange things and lives a life that is difficult to understand.

The reason may be that she has died once, so her attitude towards life is usually a little more casual than that of ordinary people.

But no matter how you say it, her current personality is much better than the insensitiveness she had when she was just reborn.

At least, she still looks like a mate now.

Instead of looking like a dumb wood.

After all, people still need to have a little human touch to be considered as living a comfortable life.

Wang Wu has little human feelings, but it will never be gone.

Just like now, she would say a few words to the boss of the steamed bun shop.

"Old Man Wang, come two steamed buns and a stack of pickles. It's getting late late in your stall recently."

Next to the steamed bun shop, Wang Wu ordered some food on the road and sat at the foot of a wall not far from the store.

She didn't sit in the shop or block the door of the shop. She was very self-aware, knew that she was not very welcome and was not prepared to interfere with others in business.

"Okay." Old Man Wang, who was in charge of the shop, should be familiar with her. Without raising her head, she replied without raising her head, then wrapped two steamed buns and a small plate of pickles in oil paper, and placed them at Wang Wu's feet when she went out.

"Hey, I said, "Girl Wang, because we two have been pushing forward for hundreds of years is our own family. Old man, I would like to advise you, it is not a solution to continue like this. At a young age, it is better to find something to do or find a family than to stay on the street all day long."

"Well, do you think I'm thinking, but I'm used to being ruined, so I'm not a life of peace." He replied lazily to Old Man Wang. Wang Wu cursed himself and curled his lips, lowered his head and opened the paper bag, and started to chew on the steamed buns and pickles inside.

While chewing, she took out two copper coins from her arms and handed them to the old man in front of her.

While handing over the money, the steamed bun was accidentally rubbed by her sleeve and became a little dirty immediately.

But she didn't care at all and continued to eat well.

I thought to myself why that old saying goes, it’s not clean and I won’t get sick after eating.

"Oh, that's all, let's go." Looking at Wang Wu's look, he didn't seem to be able to listen to advice, Old Man Wang shook his head, took the money, waved his hand and turned around and walked back to the store.

He couldn't recognize that the "beggar" in front of him was the beggar who loved to steal his steamed buns many years ago. As he was old, he would no longer drive away the beggars and scold them.

He just persuaded him casually. After all, he had been dealing with the other party for more than a year. He knew the other party's temperament and had nothing to say.

"Old man, come two steamed buns and a plate of pickles."

However, just as Old Man Wang turned his back to Wang Wu and stepped into his shop, the voice of a young man sounded just right at the door of the store.

What exactly is the right method?

Just as he was speaking, one of the old man's feet had just stepped across the threshold.

Wang Wu's gaze was just raised.

The steam next to the steamer was blown away a little by the wind brought out by others.

A short knife was revealed on the young man's waist.

A scabbard with an old and ordinary style should be an ordinary short knife.

So Wang Wu's eyes stopped.

The old man was surprised that people who have been lately ordering only steamed buns and pickles, but their hands were not slow at all.

He skillfully opened the steamer and wrapped the steamed buns, and said, "Sure, please wait."

Through the water vapor dissipated from the steamer, Wang Wu saw the man's side face clearly.

It was a face that was difficult to describe in ordinary words.

He should be said to be handsome, but his appearance is mixed with a point that is as beautiful as a woman.

He said he was gentle, but he couldn't tell the aloofness and sharpness between his eyebrows.

He said he was feminine, but his facial features were inexplicably angular and very heroic.

In general, although he couldn't make any accurate description, he should be a pretty handsome man.

The clothes and ornaments on his body also look valuable.

It is hard to imagine that such a person would order two steamed buns and a stack of pickles in a steamed bun shop on the street.

This feeling is like a rich young man with tender skin and tender flesh, wearing brocade clothes and picking firewood and carrying water on the ridges of the mountains.

Not to mention whether this fit is appropriate, at least it makes people feel indescribable and weird.

However, Wang Wu's eyes glanced at his appearance and stopped at the short knife around his waist.

It seemed like the knife with an ordinary shape, which looked even more ordinary than that person.

So much so that Wang Wu never concealed his vision again.
Chapter completed!