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Chapter 338 Chapter 22: Republic of China, the daughter of a traitor.


Then he saw Mu Shao, who was rolling up his sleeves and with some noodles on his body, walked in, stood in front of the table, picked up a pen, and continued to write and draw on the map.

The monk's voice was stuck in his throat.

He couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

His big and sinister eyes widened.

He was really going to cook.

Who the hell is the person who can pull this god off the altar?

Such an awesome person, the old monk wants to worship him To be honest, when I first saw that Mu Shao could cook, Scar was also frightened.

If he hadn't gone to the toilet in a hurry to urinate, he wouldn't have been able to imagine that a person like Mr.

Mu would do such a thing.

But, he was not blind, and he could indeed see that Mu Shao, who was like a god in their eyes, was mixing and kneading the dough.

His movements were not too skillful, and he could tell at a glance that he was doing it all the time.

That's what it does.

But to be honest, who has the ability to let Mr.

Mu personally serve him?

He struggled with this problem all night, and it wasn't until he heard the sound just now that he suddenly understood.

Oh, it turns out to be that little girl.

If it were that little girl, that would make sense.

Damn it.

More scary, okay?

How dare you, that bastard Yu Xi, how dare you instruct Mr.

Mu to cook for his daughter?

Especially seeing the little girl's attitude towards Mr.

Mu, he was really scared to death, okay?

It looks like he is ordering his servants, really So fucking crazy Let him smoke for a while to calm down.

Don't talk to him.

Let him be quiet.

Really, he must be quiet.

Compared to a room full of people who were shocked, weirded out, and wanted to complain, a certain little girl who had eaten well and drank enough was ready to go out and wander around.

The lights in Yanjing are brightly lit at night, and lanterns are hung in front of every house.

Around this time, electricity has not been completely popularized, and there are only one or two households that can use electricity.

And these two households in Yanjing, You can imagine.

It is true to say that there is gold everywhere in Yanjing.

There are many vendors and shops selling miscellaneous things.

There are even shops selling Western gadgets.

Suqian also saw a few pairs of high heels in the shop.

That little appearance is quite exquisite.

But for Su Qian, well, in one word, ugly In fact, it doesn't sound good to call them ugly.

After all, they have different perspectives after seeing more, especially the more exquisite shoes of later generations.

It is not unreasonable to look down on these so-called rare goods.

But just because she doesn't like them doesn't mean that others don't like them either.

She turned one pair around and played with it in her little hands for a while.

When she was about to put it down, she heard, "Hey, those pairs belong to me, don't use them."

Touch your dirty hands" "Um" Su Qian blinked and looked around to make sure that the arrogant woman who had just walked in was talking about her, then she tilted her head weirdly and looked her up and down, "Who are you talking to?"

"What are you pretending to be?

Didn't you just ask me in advance that I would come, and then competed with me for the shoes?

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Isn't it just to let me look at you one more time, so that you can show off to others later, saying that the marshal's daughter has talked to you?

Such things are really disgusting.

A pariah is a pariah and will never be on the stage."

"Hey, I have such a bad temper."

Suqian grinned, picked up the high-heeled shoes in his hands, pointed them at the woman whose nose was not a nose, and whose eyes were not eyes, and beat her so hard that she screamed and cried for help.

The speed of her action was so fast that the shopkeeper who was looking at the hall didn't even have time to react.

In the blink of an eye, the girl jumped over from afar and smashed the marshal's daughter.

When he reacted, she wanted to By the time I stopped him, they had already beaten him.

He also waved his little hand with a look of disgust on his face, "What's that stuff on your face?

It's so disgusting when it touches your hands, uh, I really want to vomit."

In this way, the little girl who beat the marshal's daughter was only able to breathe out the air.

She ran to the door and held on to the big tree while retching.

The vomiting was so heartbreaking that it was painful for anyone who heard it.

The shopkeeper stretched out his hand and opened his mouth, not knowing how to express the feeling of the dog at this moment.

After a while, when the daughter of the Marshal's Mansion was moaning and groaning in pain, he jumped out from behind the counter in excitement, and hurriedly helped the daughter to the seat, with a frightened and mournful face.

"Miss Ke, why didn't you bring a guard today?

Oh, what should I do?

That little girl with no eyes, you ran away too much after the beating.

Just wait.

I remember her appearance, and I will definitely go find her.

People from the escort team, ask them to catch you the little girl who killed a thousand swords so that you can vent your anger."

As he said this, he actually ran out, but he just ran to the door, stuffed the pair of shoes into Su Qian's arms, who had just finished vomiting and had not yet straightened up and was gasping for breath, and kept winking at her.

"Come on, walk on.

You won't be able to walk for a while.

Come on."

The shopkeeper pushed her anxiously and shouted to the escort not far away, "Come here, come here, someone beats the daughter of the marshal's house, come here, come here."

Su Qian, who was pushed to the corner of the alley, stared at the shopkeeper who ran back with a confused expression, then looked at the shoes in his arms.

After a while, he twitched and rolled his eyes feebly: "Uncle, how can someone like you do this?"

Are you selling things?

Not only do you deliver things out, but you also protect the murderer who beats someone.

You are really helpful."

Suqian didn't have the habit of letting others clean up her mess for her.

This person wandered back and waved his little paw at the group of people who crowded into the shop and supported Qianjin, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face and a bloody face.

"Hey, fat girl, here" As soon as the word "little fat girl" came out, the not too fat daughter of the Marshal's Mansion instantly came back to life with full blood, no longer dizzy, no pain in her body, she jumped up and ran towards her with two extremely strong legs.

While running, he yelled, "Untouchable, stop for me.

I'm going to cut you into pieces.

Come on, give her to me.

Whoever catches him first will be rewarded heavily."

The guards who originally wanted to impress the marshal's daughter were now bright-eyed and running towards the murderer who dared to attack the marshal's daughter.

They must bring her to justice. , so as to receive the reward Su Qian stood at the entrance of the alley with a smile, watching the group of people running towards her, but when they were about to run to her side, she turned around and walked deeper into the alley.

The shopkeeper, who took Su Qian's act of seeking death seriously, was extremely anxious.

What can I do?

Why is this little girl so obsessed with thinking?

There are so many men.

If this little girl is caught, he doesn't even dare to think about what will happen.

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But what can we do?

All the guards in the city are from the Marshal's Mansion.

No one dares to go against the people from the Marshal's Mansion.

How can we save this little girl?

He is an old guy, but he can't stand the punches and kicks of these guards.

What's more, he still has an old mother to support, and he doesn't dare to touch the marshal's daughter. aa2705221: