Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 517 Sequel: Zaken's Business Travel Group

Who are they?I stared blankly at the group of unexpected visitors.

After scanning the faces of those people one by one, all of them looked strange, until one of them came out and took a closer look, I couldn't help but widen my eyes in surprise, and blurted out: "Zakon!"

That's right, it is Zaken, the jeweler in Mobei area, why is he here?He must have recognized me just now.Zaken got off his horse and bowed to me, "Ma'am, I surprised you."

I took a look around, they didn't look like businessmen doing odd jobs, it should be more appropriate to call them guards.The coachman was frightened by the men in black who suddenly appeared. He looked at me and then at them, with a horrified expression on his face. He didn't expect that I knew them.Just when my attention was shifted to the person, suddenly there was a strong push from behind, and I jumped forward without warning, "Ah!" I screamed, and I was about to fall off the carriage. My heart suddenly tightened.Oops, boy!Subconsciously protect his stomach.

"Be careful!" In a critical moment, Xingerzaken immediately supported me with quick eyesight and quick hands.

Panting, I straightened up, and turned to look at the coachman. He was running away in a panic, shouting, "It's none of my business, it's none of my business!" One of the men in black rode his horse after him. up.

Zaken bent down and picked up the scimitar that fell on the ground, and handed it to me with both hands, "Ma'am."

"Thank you. Don't call me madam, this is not a desert, and we are not superior or subordinate." I took the scimitar and put it in my backpack, and asked seemingly casually, "By the way, where are you going? You won't go to Tong County like me, will you?"

Zaken glanced at me, presumably wanting to dispel my doubts, and suddenly said with a broken face: "Madam misunderstood, we are chasing the thief. That kid stole our goods, and we are following him all the way. Bring him here !"

The coachman who was carried back by the man in black kept his face pale and shouted in panic, "No, no, I don't know you, you must have misidentified you, and I didn't steal your things!" The man in black pulled out his machete. Aiming at his throat, the coachman was so frightened that he thumped and collapsed on the ground, unable to speak a word.

"Madam, it's so dark, can I take you back?"

(End of this chapter)