Princess, she has fortune-telling again

Chapter 2271 Is this the treatment?

While talking, these people fell to the ground in panic, kowtowed heavily, and screamed in panic.

Leng Qiuhan pursed her lips, and took a step forward to help a ragged little boy.

I saw a middle-aged woman rushing to one side, hugged the boy into her arms, cried, kowtowed and begged for mercy, making Mr. Leng a little at a loss.

Yu Wenyou hurriedly stepped forward to help out, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, everyone, we won't hurt you."

"Can I ask why you all gather here? Can't this room stay for a while?"

The woman who was holding the boy raised her eyes and looked at her in surprise, as if she felt that the little girl's kind eyebrows and eyes did not look fierce, and her heart immediately relaxed a little.

It's just that the look of vigilance and alienation in her eyes was still very strong. The woman hugged the boy and patted him on the back, sobbing and said, "I, we are all victims of disasters who came here from a remote place nearby. I plan to wait another half a year. Time to enter Binghua City."

"Binghua City opens its gates at three o'clock every day. Go, it's useless if you go early."

"Ice City?"

"Well, just, just ahead. It's not far from this village, and it only takes a stick of incense to walk there." The woman stammered.

Yu Wenyou nodded slightly, "Sister-in-law, why don't you go inside to hide from the wind and snow?"

When the woman heard the words, she couldn't help but glanced at her in surprise, with a wry smile on her lips.

This girl looked like she was well-clothed and well-fed, and her family must be very wealthy.

A little girl like this who doesn't know the sufferings of the world, how can she know that people's hearts are sinister?

It seems reasonable to say the words "why not eat minced meat".

"It's not easy for anyone's family these days. How can you open the door and let strangers in?"

They are refugees fleeing famine here. They never thought that anyone would take them in. They just thought that they could find a job in the city and live by their hands.

I heard that there are many aristocratic families in Binghua City, even if they sell themselves as slaves, they can at least have something to eat, isn't it enough to survive?

Looking at these people, Xi Zhuo couldn't bear it, and glanced at the little fat man beside him.

Pang Xiaopang's eyes lit up, and he suddenly shouted, "Second-level envoy, we shared a steamed bun last night. We didn't distribute breakfast today either!"

"Why don't you settle the three meals for us last night, this morning and noon first?"

The second-level envoy remained silent for a long while with a sullen face.

Fatty couldn't help exclaiming, "Isn't it? Didn't we say when we came here that the Hanging Sword Summit includes board and lodging? Three meals a day are indispensable!"

"Yes, yes, we have inquired before we came here. Everyone knows that there is an extreme lack of food resources in the Northland Ice Desolation."

"At that time, we asked if board and lodging were included. Messenger, you said it was included! Why do you want to change your mind after only three days?"

"No change!" The second-level envoy said with a cold face.

Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, drink, and drink all day long, the task assigned by Venerable Huang Dian has not been completed yet!
As expected, none of these disciples were reliable, and at critical moments, he had to rely on his own strength to turn things around.

"Master Messenger?" Pang Xiaopang blinked.

The second-level envoy sneered, took out a bag of steamed buns from the ring and threw it to Xiaopang, "Remember, today's meals are all in it."

Just this treatment?

One pack of steamed buns a day? ?

(End of this chapter)