Xin Xiran watched Yao Si walk towards him, and weakly left a sentence "Go out, there is nothing to see", and then squeezed out on his own. Ω

He was tall and not as easy as Yao Si. He finally squeezed in and was about to go out before he stood firm, so he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Although he couldn't tell what he felt, he always felt something was wrong with Yao Si, so he squeezed out in three or two steps and rushed to her and stopped him: "What's wrong with you?"

Yao Si smiled slightly on his face: "What can I do? Let's go, my brother is still waiting for me."

Even though she deliberately hid her, Xin Xiran still noticed her mood and was a little angry: "Did he ignore you? He is just like this, not good at having a close relationship with others. We have grown up since we were young, have you seen him be warm to me?"

"No----Let's go, I'm thinking too much." Yao Si's smile brightened a little again, and he pushed Xin Xiran away.

The powerful and powerful always have their own set of principles of dealing with things. Everyone tacitly abides by those principles and clearly draws a clear line with the common people.

It’s just that she has been in contact with so beautifully these days that she forgot that this is still a society where the strong prey on the weak. If she hadn’t had a little bit of insight, these people wouldn’t have looked at her directly.

Yao Si sighed again, and the depression in his heart was already emitting light, but just a few steps away, he heard an uproar from the crowd.

Xin Xiran couldn't help but walk back and see Wu Shiwei throwing a bag of money at the juggling man.

"This money is enough for you to live for most of your life. I bought this little girl." Wu Shiwei looked at the little girl.

Before the man could react at first, he knelt down in panic after weighing the weight of his money bag, and said, "Young Master is so proud of his hand. Xiaomin is just this daughter, Xiaomin really can't bear to let go." He said and cried.

The girl knelt on the ground with the little monkey in her arms, but looked at Wu Shiwei at a loss, then looked at her father, without saying a word.

"I think I'm too little?" Wu Shiwei showed a disgusting expression on his face, "Insatiable greed is indeed the nature of a pariah. This money is enough to buy ten top-quality maids.

Master, what I paid is already a sky-high price. If you don’t know how to polite yourself, don’t blame me for not giving you ‘good fruits’.”

The man's hand holding the purse was trembling, and he agreed or not, and he looked at the crowd around him in panic.

Yao Si had already surrounded him again. She saw the man's panic, but the girl was kneeling on the ground motionlessly, lowering her head, unable to tell whether she was happy or sad, which was very strange.

Seeing that her face was not good, Xin Xiran thought about it and whispered: "Why should I buy this girl and return it to her father?"

Yao Si looked up and looked at him with a smile: "He is the son of the rich in the capital. Are you willing to let the Xin family and the rich get married? I'm afraid that if you want, your family won't let you mess around."

The intersection between these nobles and princes is not that simple. If Xin Xiran made a grudge with the Wu family today, the impact would be immeasurable.

Xin Xiran's face turned slightly red, and she opened her mouth awkwardly, but she didn't know what to say.

Yao Siyang Yang comforted him: "You and I are just acquaintances. I am just a pariah, but you are the eldest young master. You and I shouldn't have any intersection, it's just all coincidences."

She said it was comforting, but it seemed like she was anxious to separate her relationship. What she said was too casual and too willful, as if she had hidden all her emotions, leaving only her as if she was left with nothing.

Xin Xiran felt very uncomfortable and gritted her teeth and said angrily: "I just like this girl, and I want to buy it too. I am the son of the Grand Marshal. Logically, he would bend down to salute me when he saw me."

He thought Yao Si was angry that he refused to see the wrongdoing, and then he suddenly realized a problem that had never disappeared. There was an insurmountable gap between civilians and nobles.

Xin Xiran said while squeezing into the crowd. After walking two or three steps, she couldn't think about it and retreated and said depressedly:

"Since we meet, we are fate. Don't learn from Qiu Ji. Fate is endless. God has given you the opportunity to get to know each other. Then we will inevitably be involved in the future, no matter what the reason is."

Yao Si was stunned for a moment, and she could see that Xin Xiran was serious.

This is the first time she has heard someone tell her solemnly that meeting is fate.

But she knew in her heart that the word fate is actually so ethereal. What is important is the person who likes this fate.

I am just a country girl, and in the eyes of the powerful, I am just a pariah.

With such a huge disparity, would he also want to make friends? Or is he considered a clear stream among the powerful? Or is he just not aware of the depth of fate, so he came so easily?

Looking at Xin Xiran's sincere eyes, Yao Si couldn't bear to hit her. Meeting was fate, but it might not be possible to get a part.

In her opinion, leaving Xicheng and going with these young men, it will be difficult to meet from now on, let alone unnecessary intersections. If this is considered fate, at most it will be fate but not to be separated.

Xin Xiran plunged into the crowd, but was suddenly squeezed out by the people inside. Before he could curse, the crowd scattered like a pot of sensation, and his movements were so fast that it was shocking.

The onlookers screamed and fled. Yao Si was pushed around and gradually dispersed with Xin Xiran. When she came to her senses, she had been pushed to the front. Although she saw the situation clearly, she had no time to dodge.

The middle-aged man who was juggling was like crazy, and he slashed at Wu Shiwei with a big knife, cursing and seemed very angry.

Things changed too quickly, and Wu Shiwei didn't understand martial arts. Qiu Ji pushed him behind him and blocked the oncoming offensive with bare hands.

He punched very quickly. While the man was waving his arm and raising the knife, he punched the opponent's wrist like lightning, and his other hand hit his abdomen.

The man was in pain, but the knife in his hand was not firmly held, and it landed on the ground with a clang. When he lost his mind, Qiu Ji took the opportunity to capture him and subdued him to the ground.

And when he was only paying attention to the juggling man, there were already five more people behind Wu Shiwei.

Wei Zha had already drawn his sword and fought with the two people who had recently drawn his sword, but these two people had extremely sophisticated and ruthless techniques. After a few rounds, he could no longer resist it. As for the remaining three, they had approached Wu Shiwei.

Xin Xiran finally rushed out of the abortion, but she didn't have time to think about why the scene suddenly became so chaotic, but hurriedly searched for Yao Si's traces.

Finally, he found Yao Si in the chaos. Before he could catch up with him, Yao Si ran towards the most dangerous knife edge without knowing his own life.

Xin Xiran was shocked and his face turned pale, and he rushed over without thinking.

The place where Yao Si went was next to the little juggling girl at the edge of the knife. The girl was as big as hers, holding the monkey with helpless eyes.

The little monkey also felt the danger around her and struggled to escape in her arms, but the girl held the monkey tightly, as if it was her last precious thing in this world.
Chapter completed!