The mild steel whip has the destructive power of opening the monument and cracking the stone.

A burst of exclamations came from the crowd around him, and someone had subconsciously covered his eyes and dared not see the scene of the upcoming flesh and blood splattering.

Ye Qingyu's face darkened, but in the end he did not fight back.

His body disappeared like a ghost.

The whip that opened the stone and cracked the stone slashed into the air, making a harsh sound, like a thunderous explosion. The naked eye could see the ripples of air rippling, which showed how terrible this whip was. If it was sucked, I was afraid that even the iron man would be sucked to pieces.

“Huh?”

The triangular eye servant who was driving was screaming in surprise.

He just felt that the man disappeared when he saw a flash of sight. Did he meet a master?

However, he didn't care.

In this Guardian Royal City, there are more masters. Even the Great Sage dare not show off in front of him. After all, behind him, there is a huge Zhenyuan Palace as the backstage. Not to mention him, even a dog walking out of the Zhenyuan Palace can walk sideways in this market. What's the point of killing one or two people?

He turned his head and saw Ye Qingyu in the crowd next to him.

"Bah, you guys are lucky."

The servant of Triangle Eye spat, waved the steel whip, and drove the earth dragon beast to pull the carriage away. If it weren't for the important matters sent to the lady in the house today, he would have jumped out of the carriage and curated this guy. He would not bear it honestly in front of my whip, but he would dare to hide.

Rumble!

The convoy galloped away, and all the way through the road was full of chaos, causing the market to be filled with dust and screams. I don’t know how many dark people were in trouble, but they could only pinch their noses and endure it. Who made them have no social status?

Ye Qingyu shook his head.

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. There is such an arrogant domestic slave, which shows what the master looks like.

This time he came to the Guardians' Royal City for some big things, and the little unbearable will cause trouble. So after he hesitating just now, he chose to avoid being involved in unnecessary trouble. If he had been in other places on weekdays, this cruel servant and the master behind him had died many times.

Soon, this arrogant convoy broke through the market and disappeared.

The creatures of all races in the market were still in shock, and the surroundings were covered with mess. The crowds were packing their goods all over the ground in a mess, and they all suffered a lot of losses. However, this was still lucky, because some of the dark people who were injured by the ground dragon and hit by the frame were lying on the ground, bleeding, moaning loudly, but they could only accept their fate, because some people had already recognized it. It was the convoy of the Zhenyuan Palace, which was famous in the royal city. Even the nobles in the city, few of them could afford the Zhenyuan Palace.

Ye Qingyu shook his head, with haze in his eyes.

He stayed to treat the injured and relieve their suffering.

Using his methods to treat these dark people, as long as they have not stopped their heartbeat, no matter how serious the other injuries are, they will naturally be cured casually. The speed is extremely fast. The dark people were confused and suspicious at the beginning, but in the end, they were as grateful as if they met the savior.

"Thank you, sir."

"My dear Lord, I will never forget my life."

"I wish to be a cow and a horse in the next life and repay the kindness of my great master."

The dark people in despair knelt on the ground and kowtowed with great gratitude.

Ye Qingyu did not leave his name, turned around and floated away. This was just his casual actions, not seeking repaid or fame. He just could not bear the unrestrained disaster for poor people. Since he could do it, why not be compassionate?

Half a day passed quickly.

In the afternoon, Ye Qingyu was still strolling in the market.

The Wanyi Market Festival is very large. At this time, Ye Qingyu had not finished visiting the entire market. He was very excited and gained a lot. Although they were all gadgets, they were very interesting. On a whim, he prepared a small gift for every friend he knew.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for the prescribed market to disperse.

Ye Qingyu came to the exit of the western market.

He was about to leave, but at this moment, a riot suddenly came from the market next to him, mixed with the sound of a young man begging, with a little crying, and then there was a scolding sound, which was extremely domineering and arrogant. Ye Qingyu's hearing was extremely sharp, and he immediately identified the domineering and vicious voice, which was the voice of the triangular and vicious servant sitting on the shaft of the front car in the Zhenyuan Prince's Mansion convoy before.

It sounds like this servant is doing evil again.

Ye Qingyu shook his head. It was really disappointing to meet this evil slave twice in a row today.

He originally wanted to leave, but the voice begging the boy was really miserable and pitiful, which made him unable to help but feel compassion, so he turned around and walked towards the noisy and noisy place.

It was about a hundred meters away, and there were already many people watching the fun.

Ye Qingyu quietly separated the crowd and walked in.

But I saw a stall selling herbs, and the stall owner was a dark-haired dark-haired boy who looked only about fourteen years old.

The boy was wearing a torn thread-clothed shirt, almost weathered, wrapped around his body one by one, barely covering his shame, but his hair was cleaned, one leg was injured, and his bones seemed to be broken. He was tied to a wooden stick with a strip of washed thread. The exposed skin was densely covered with various scars, most of which were not very serious, like scratches from plants and trees, which had just scarred, and looked shocking.

Anyway, this is a very strange, down and miserable boy.

At this time, the young man was kneeling on the ground with tears in his eyes and begging, saying, "Sir, you have taken away these herbs, there is no problem, but the villain begs you, give me some money. These herbs were picked by the villain from Huozhou for a lifetime. They were just to be able to exchange some money at the market to treat my mother's illness. My mother could hardly hold on, so she was waiting for the money to help her... In this way, my herbs only cost one pound, oh, no, half a pound, half a pound of source crystal stone, please..."

The boy begged hard and kowtowed hard, his head bleeding.

The surrounding viewers also looked at this scene.

Only the evil slave of the triangular eyes of the Zhenyuan Palace had an indifferent smile on his face, as if he admired the feeling of being begged.

There was a yin and uneven smile on his face and said, "Damn it, belittle beggar, I, Zhenyuan Prince Mansion, you dare to ask for money if you have these little herbs? You are really impatient in your life, right? You are aware of your appearance, and put the herbs in your hands, otherwise, hehe!"

"Sir, please, my mother is really waiting for money to help her. As long as she can make up enough money and buy a poison removal pill, she will be saved. These herbs were exchanged for their lives. In order to collect these medicines, the villain broke his leg and was cut by rocks and vines..." The boy did not dare to resist, but just begged, hoping that the other party could let him go.

Who knew that the evil slave of the triangle-faced kicked the boy out one or two meters. With the crackling sound, there was obviously a bone that was kicked and blood arrows were sprayed out from the boy's mouth.

There were bursts of exclamations in the crowd.

Some people really couldn't stand it and started to talk.

This servant of the Zhenyuan Palace is really too vicious and vicious.

Flashes of low discussions rang around.

Many people pointed at each other, but no one dared to really stand up and say anything.

"Damn it, just this little herb, you dare to ask for half a kilogram of Source Crystal? Are you crazy about being poor?" The evil slave of the triangle face also felt the change in the atmosphere around him, and suddenly became a little angry and said, "Your mother's life and death, don't care what I do. If you say one more fucking words, I will take your life."

Killing a dark man, and a dark man from Huozhou, is like crushing an ant to death. For this evil slave with a triangle face, it is just a matter of having thoughts and no scruple at all.

The young man was almost fainting, spitting blood in his mouth and holding his herb stall tightly, but he really didn't dare to say anything anymore. He hated him, but he knew that he could not resist. If he was beaten to death, what would his mother do if she was still lying in the inn's straw hut? She would starve to death...

Just then, a crisp and pleasant voice suddenly sounded.

"Huh? There is actually [Drunk Immortal Grass] here. The quality is so complete. This is a truly top-level magical grass. It has always been priceless..." A girl in a fiery red dress came to the herb stall. Her eyes were shiny, looking at a thin grass with green fingers as thick as jade on the stall...

The boy was stunned.

When the people around him heard this, their eyes immediately focused on the herb stall.

【Drunk Immortal Grass】?

This name is so well-known and many people have heard of it, but this herb is too precious. It is said to be a medicine guide for many god-level pills. It is hard to find and is extremely precious. Many people have heard of it, but they have never seen it.

Could it be that there is actually a [Drunk Immortal Grass] on this boy’s herb stall?

Suddenly, some people's eyes at the boy changed.

Almost at the same time, everyone also understood why this evil slave in the Zhenyuan Palace insisted on robbing the young man's herb stall. It turned out that this is the reason. He must have recognized that one of the many herbs is [Drunk Immortal Grass], so it is like this.

"Who are you? Nothing nonsense, where is the drunken fairy grass here..." The evil slave looked at the girl in the fiery red skirt and said angrily: "Get out quickly, don't talk about the eight things here, otherwise, I will strip you all and sell it to a kiln, a stinky girl who knows how to live or die."

Of course he could see that this girl was a person in the guard camp, and judging from her clothes, she should still be a noble in the central city, but so what? There are too many nobles in this central city, and how many can be compared with the Zhenyuan Palace?

He wasn't afraid at all.

"You dog slave, how dare you say such things to my lady?"

A crisp and childish voice came, but a little maid sent it out of the crowd panting, pointing at the evil slave with an angry look on his face and cursing.

Ye Qingyu looked over.

But I saw that the little maid looked less than twelve years old, with a round face with a little baby fat. When I was angry, my cheeks were pouting, with a little childishness and extremely cute.

In fact, when he came here, he had already known the reason why the evil slave robbed herbs. The drunken fairy grass was indeed very precious. The reason why he did not help the young man was to see how ugly the evil slave was. Unexpectedly, the girl's master and servant stood up.

In fact, he had noticed her before the girl in red spoke, and clearly saw that before she started speaking, the girl in red hesitated for a long time before finally plucking up the courage to stand up. It was obvious that she knew the identity of the evil slave and was quite afraid of it. The girl did not want to get involved in this muddy water at first.

But in the end, she still plucked up the courage to stand up and say what a kind person should say.

This is a kind and beautiful girl.

Her character is noble, like a white pure flower.

But it is obvious that her courage and justice cannot stop the evil slave from being shameless in his actions, but will even cause trouble for her.

While Ye Qingyu secretly praised the girl, he felt anger burning in his heart.

Just a servant from the royal palace dares to be so unscrupulous. Even when the girl is obviously born, she is still hideous and arrogant, and speaks without saying anything. It can be seen that the laws and regulations in the guardian royal city are now corrupt, and the power is hideous and cruel!

This is simply heartbreaking.

Although it is just a small thing, it reflects too much reality.

It allowed Ye Qingyu to see that in the ancient city of glorious that has lasted for countless years, the so-called guardians are like an apple of a borer. They seem to be bright and bright on the surface, but in fact they are rotting inside and are rotting silently.

How can such a camp fight against the invaders of the destruction of the samsara civilization?

Over the years, if it weren't for the support of the criminal army, if it were the so-called guards, I'd be afraid that this royal city would have long since become ruins.

When Ye Qingyu sighed, the evil slave sneered viciously again in the field, pointed at the girl in red and said, "Little slut, I know you. You are the girl from the Marquis Tingtao Mansion, right?"

The girl in red face changed.

She kept protecting the little maid with round face behind her and said, "You speak, your mouth is cleaner."
Chapter completed!