Chapter 97 Childhood Life
The other party came menacingly, shouting loudly for her and Yuan Heng to leave. With such an appearance, it was not difficult to guess what they were going to do.
Jiang Yu's face turned cold, and she moved to block the front, making a hand seal. The other party saw a slight flash of silver light, and a long sword was held in her plain white hand. The warning was self-evident.
The expressions of the servants immediately changed, and most of the arrogance on their faces receded. The leader stared at her gloomily, but stopped shouting for them to leave.
There are many people in the world who have the ability to exchange things out of thin air. Any monk with a storage space can do it. But the bad thing is that these people holding sticks are not monks at all, and there is no trace of them. spiritual power.
Even the poorest monks have an insurmountable gap between them and ordinary people without the support of superb martial arts. They have no ability to compete with her.
The leading servant swore a few curse words irritably, spat on the ground, lowered his head and said something to the people around him, and backed away.
Jiang Yu had sharp ears and could hear what they were saying, "There is still a chance anyway."
What other opportunities are there? Jiang Yujian couldn't believe that the timid child standing next to Yuan Heng was actually Wei Xu, who was fearless.
She put away the Suning Sword and walked over in a few steps. She just bent down and reached out to comfort the frightened child. Unexpectedly, the child shrank and avoided her hand.
Jiang Yu was slightly startled, but not angry. She had seen many such plots in story books before. The reason why they avoided was not necessarily because they disliked other people's touch, but mostly because of subconscious fear.
Jiang Yu felt a little uncomfortable for a moment. She smiled slightly, but before she could speak, Xiao Wei Xu took another step back, closing the distance between her and Yuan Heng.
"You guys should leave quickly." He said, his voice still a little unsteady. "If they find someone else, you won't be able to leave."
Jiang Yu was stunned again, looked down at Wei Xu's serious expression, and subconsciously gave a reassuring smile: "It's okay."
"Don't worry." She grinned. Although she felt that Wei Xu was pitiful at this moment, she still couldn't help but took this opportunity to touch his head and said shamelessly, "In this world, nothing can be done without me. things and people who can’t do anything about it.”
Wei Xu glanced at her blankly, then suddenly lowered his head, bypassed the two of them and ran out. Jiang Yu raised his head and looked at Yuan Heng with a confused look on his face: "Did I say something wrong?"
The candy painting in Yuan Heng's hand had been put away by him without knowing it. Following Jiang Yu's words, he glanced at Wei Xu's leaving figure and shook his head in confusion.
Jiang Yu pursed his lips helplessly and could only walk to the alley with Yuan Heng.
It was just that God had indeed favored her. Before she even stepped out of the alley, there was another sound of punching and kicking behind her.
When they left just now, it was clear that there was nothing behind them.
Jiang Yu turned around in shock, only to see a few people dressed as servants surrounding him, punching and kicking him.
Jiang Yu looked at the familiar clothes and vaguely guessed something. He walked closer quickly and called out Suning again. With a wave of his sword, he opened up all the people who were doing it and was able to see clearly the face of the person huddled on the ground. true colors.
It is indeed Wei Xu, Jiang Yu thought.
It seemed that it was not what she and Yuan Heng did, but what Wei Xu did in the illusion.
He held his head in his hands and looked a little bigger than before. Perhaps he didn't feel the falling fists and feet anymore. He raised his head slightly, removed his arms, and looked around, as if he didn't see Jiang Yu, who had a complicated look on his face. .
He must have been a year or two older, and there were a lot of bruises on his face. His expression was no longer as timid as before, but it was so numb that it made Jiang Yu's heart suffocate.
The large and ill-fitting sleeves slid down, and Jiang Yu lowered his eyes and saw the large and small scars on his arms.
(End of chapter)