Descent of the Phoenix

At this time, the middle-aged uncle who sold the steamed buns in front of him suddenly violently slammed into the crowd with the kitchen knife in his hand.

"Dead kid, actually dare to steal your uncle's buns, Lao Tzu let you steal, let you steal ..." The fierce voice and sorrow, even if the street is like a sly, can not cover.

Immediately, on the crowded streets, a road was opened.

Haoyue happened to be here, and I saw this oblique eye.

I saw half of the size of the front, it seems that there should be eleven or two years old, wearing a ragged, hairy mess like a chicken coop, a dirty body can hardly see the original face.

At this time, the dark hands were holding two white buns, and they were braving the steamed buns. They rushed toward this side.

While running wild, I still don’t forget to stuff the buns into my mouth.

Obviously it is hungry to the extreme.

Haoyue glanced back and turned back, no expression.

She wouldn't think that she rushed to the front, bought the two buns for the kid, or sent him some money, that is doing good deeds, that is, showing her kindness.

She is not kind, she only knows the rules of survival.

Holding the horse, Haoyue and Xuanyuan Che and Yun Zhao did not pay attention to it. The three people are not sympathetic people.

I don't want them to ignore it, and the little sister is still running towards them.

No two hits and walked around the Xuanyuan Che.

"I will run you, telling you to dare to steal the buns of Lao Tzu. I have smashed your hand and watched you dare to dare..." followed by chasing the bun shop, and the chopping knife in his hand rushed over.

That little cockroach has already rushed to the front of Xuanyuan Che, the road ahead is just blocked by Xuanyuan Che's horse, and suddenly the eyes are eager to drum up.