let me be quiet

Chapter 68 Your Flowers Have To Be Born For Me

Is this person owed money?Didn't you see I was picking up girls?

Hua Li cursed inwardly, and glared at him.

Qian Yitong stared back in displeasure, "Dead Flower Demon, I lost my soul when I saw a beautiful woman, be careful that she eats you!"

"Mr. Qian is really humorous." Tang Wei'er was a little embarrassed.

Qian Yitong disagreed: "Humour is my customary demeanor."

"He has a thick skin." Hua Li added.

Tang Wei'er covered her mouth with a smile: "Both of you are very funny."

Qian Yitong stretched out his hand silently from behind, quietly drew a stroke of Taoism, and suddenly touched Huali's feet.

"Ah..." Huali lost his balance for a moment, staggered and jumped towards Tang Xiaohu who was walking in front and heard the sound, put away the folding fan and jumped aside.

"Playboy..."

At the very moment, Tang Wei'er threw out the long white gauze drape from her wrist, which was as light as a cloud of smoke, and when Hua Li fell to the ground where Tang Xiaohu was staggered in half a second, it tightly wrapped around his waist.

She flew forward, with a little force, Hua Li spun around in the air with the fluttering gauze, and fell into Tang Wei'er's arms lightly, the two stopped all movements in an instant, and looked at each other deeply.

Qian Yitong lost money instead of stealing the chicken, he was so angry, his stomach was about to explode.

Stepped forward in three or two steps, separated the two of them, turned to Hua Li and scolded: "I said you are a big man who walks without looking at the ground, and you let a girl save you, aren't you ashamed?"

"I... I was..."

Hua Limian's red heart was also beating, and peach blossoms were about to emerge from her black hair, but Qian Yitong slapped her back.

"Ouch, why are you hitting me on the head?"

From now on, your flowers can only be born for me.

Qian Yitong said silently in his heart, but said on his mouth: "Beating you is shameful."

"……you!"

Tang Wei'er couldn't understand, the two men seemed to be jealous of themselves, but they didn't seem to be.

So he grabbed them both left and right: "How about this, I'll go in the middle."

Hua Li was happy, ignored Qian Yitong, and followed Tang Wei'er forward.

A group of people left the Tang Mansion and came to the noisy and crowded street. The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the long street is ten miles long. Various lanterns, moon cakes, snacks and accessories are displayed in the mouths of the vendors.

Three men with extraordinary looks and temperament walked with a beautiful and Yiyi woman, and behind them were two beautiful maids, which immediately attracted countless young men and beautiful women to look back.

Tang Xiaohu was very proud, he waved his folding fan and introduced the main features of Los Angeles to the two of them, and even teased the passing girls from time to time.

Huali saw a little girl by the roadside who was selling pearl flowers, so he hurriedly stopped Tang Weier to look at it. He immediately fell in love with a pure-color jasmine bead hairpin, and made gestures between Tang Weier's hair: "This is beautiful, It is more suitable for Miss Tang."

"Hua Gongzi, is this necessary?" Tang Wei'er was a little surprised.

Hua Li smiled and said, "Just let Miss Xie Tang save me."

He hurriedly asked the flower seller: "Boss, how much is this?"

"Sir, you have a good eye. This beaded flower is very suitable for this lady's temperament. Now for the Mid-Autumn festival, it only costs 25 pennies."

"Oh." Hua Li hurriedly went to take out the money, only to find that there was still half a child on his body.

At the moment of embarrassment, Qian Yitong threw two pieces of silver to the flower seller: "I bought it for him."

The girl caught Yinliang with a smile, and accidentally exposed her ankle, but saw a red string of sandalwood beads that was very dazzling.

Tang Xiaohu had already gone to the food stall in front to buy food with two maids, and the other three were all surprised.

Hua Li couldn't help but speak first: "Girl, do people in your place like to wear this kind of bracelet?"

The girl rolled up her sleeves generously: "Do you mean this rope, sir?"

The three nodded in unison.

"Oh, this morning, an old lady wearing a face mask led a large group of children to post it on the street, saying it would bring good luck to everyone. I thought it was pretty, so I put it on."

"Where is she?" Qian Yitong asked anxiously.

The girl pointed to the front: "Go over there."

As soon as Qian Yitong grabbed Huali, he rushed into the crowd, Tang Wei'er followed without showing any sign of weakness, his seemingly graceful walk was actually a light effort.

"Hey, sir, I'm looking for your money..." The girl was puzzled, what's so strange about a red string?

All the way through the crowded crowd, I found the old lady wearing a hip-hop mask and carrying a bamboo basket in the middle of a large group of children. The children were bouncing around and presenting red ropes to the men and women around them.

sky!It's Mrs. Wu!

Hua Li stuttered in surprise, "How...how is it possible, she..."

Although Huali couldn't see her face, her figure and attire were exactly the same as Mrs. Wu's, but her curly hair had turned into an old silvery white.

Qian Yitong pulled out his sword before Tang Wei'er waved the gauze dance belt, threw Huali away and jumped straight towards the old lady.

Seeing that the point of the sword was about to hit the old lady's throat, Tang Wei'er suddenly swung a gauze belt around Qian Yitong's ankle.

Qian Yitong was pulled back a step, turned his head and frowned: "What are you doing?"

The old lady under the mask was so frightened that she fell to the ground just now, and knocked over a basket full of red ropes. Seeing that he was entangled, she got up and ran away.

"Mr. Qian, what are you doing, killing people in broad daylight?" Tang Wei'er glared angrily, and the two entangled one after the other in the air.

The cold voice and stern eyes are frightening: "I just want to take off her mask, Miss Tang, please let go, otherwise, I will cut off your gauze."

Tang Wei'er was taken aback when he heard that, so he had no choice but to take back the gauze and floated to the ground.

Qian Yitong flew after him again, and chased for a few miles, only to find that the bustling city had come to an end, there was still some old lady there, and the surroundings were so deserted that only a dark alley with green brick walls and high towers remained.

No, the dead flower demon is still on the street.

Just as he was about to turn around and go back, a man with a yellow face jumped out and three big men surrounded him.

It was the yellow-faced man who tied Huali, and when he heard that someone offered 10 taels of gold to buy that man, he made a plan in his heart.

"Don't move, robbery!" The yellow-faced man said fiercely.

Qian Yitong glanced at the few people and wanted to laugh: "Robbery? Do you know who I am?"

"Who is it?" The yellow-faced man was very arrogant.

Qian Yitong fiddled with the sword in his hand back and forth, stopped, hugged it in front of his chest, raised his eyebrows coldly: "I bet on Qian Yitong, the character is Wujin, the name is Xianshan Layman, people in the Jianghu are known as the Daoist Master of Spike, that's right."

"Instakill the Taoist priest? Hahaha..."

The yellow-faced man leaned forward and backward with a smile, pointed at Qian Yitong and said to the big fellows: "Another person pretending to be the Daoist leader of Instant Kill, hahaha..."

The few people laughed enough, Huang Lian said in a serious voice: "If you kill the Taoist priest instantly, I will kill the Taoist priest's father instantly! Come on, brothers!"

"Who dares?"

Qian Yitong half-closed his eyes, a knife flashed in his eyes, his whole body became tall and straight like a standing pine, his clothes and hair instantly rose, and the powerful aura scared the several big men who were about to rush forward one after another. Step back, press the sword in your hand, and assume a defensive posture.

Someone whispered in the yellow-faced man's ear: "Boss, it's automatic without wind."