Chapter 492: 1.492 Prison Car
Coming all the way whipping his whip was a little leader of the convoy. He looked fierce and domineering, and at first glance he didn't fit in with the flat-headed ordinary people around him.
"Stop!" Wu Mantian rushed over with two close-knit experts, narrowing his eyes at the murderous little leader.
The man was a standard fat and round man, in his forties, and he was dressed in a dark blue robe that had been washed, but he looked like a dog.
"Do you know who I am? How dare you be arrogant in front of me as a little Mayor City lord?"
Two tenth-level masters walked out of Wu Mantian immediately, one of them grabbed Tu Feiyuan and pulled him off the horse.
Tu Feiyuan yelled, "It's against the sky! I'm the steward of Qi Er in Uncle Zheng Guo's house in Beimo! You, the city lord, dare to touch me?"
"It turns out that Qi Er is in charge." Wu Mantian sneered and cupped his hands at him, "If you have anything to say, please speak carefully. If you want to hurry, we will make way for you! You don't need to whip someone, you will Scary."
"Huh!" Manager Qi Er snorted heavily at Tiandi, and the white of his eyes glanced at the two unsightly-looking tenth-level masters, but he didn't dare to accuse Wu Mantian of his bad attitude.
"Since the city lord will come, I won't say much! Please make way for me! My trip is for our concubine Zheng Guifei." Qi Er steward looked northward He cupped his hands in the sky, "Our lady is waiting for my subordinates to rush back and take orders."
"It's easy to say." Seeing that the other party had carried out some noble concubine, Wu Mantian could no longer argue with him, and whispered a few words to the two masters around him, telling them to go and evacuate the crowded people first.
Wu Lingqu, who was only eight years old, stood beside her mother with her mouth pouting, and muttered in a low voice, "Mother, I hate this person's ugly face."
The mayor's wife gently tugged at her daughter's little hand, signaling her not to speak.
Qiao Mu just stood at the back of the crowd, watching coldly. The commotion just now made the crowd even more crowded, so she stayed for a while under the eaves of a family.
At this moment, his eyes glanced over, and he saw that there were more than a dozen people escorting the convoy, and two wooden prison carts were dragging among them.
There were five, six, seven or eight people in a car, and they were detained in wooden sheds. There were twelve or three people, old and young, big and small.
A girl about five or six years old was standing in the prison car, holding a wooden post tightly with her two thin hands, and looked at the people outside.
The crowd began to stir up a little.
An old man beside Qiao Mu sighed and shook his head, "Oh, they went to the waters of the Underworld to catch sharks again."
"It's really pitiful. Some of them are just children."
Qiao Mu's eyes fell on the two carts of old and young, but he saw them looking at the city residents outside with expectant eyes.
But even Wu Mantian, the city lord, couldn't possibly intervene in Concubine Zheng's affairs, let alone a group of ordinary people like them.
If you want to be nosy, you have to have fate first.
"Shark?" Qiao Mu murmured to himself.
The old man glanced at her, but was startled by the appearance of the cold-faced little girl in red.
The little girl was dressed in a red robe, her waist was tight, her lips were not dyed but red, her hands were tucked into her sleeves, and she was holding a small hand stove. Moonbrows and star pupils, a pair of beautiful jet-black eyes, like two swirling abyss, just one glance seems to be sucking people into it.