Mrs. Jiang followed his gaze and the women who had run out were also in the yard, but they did not stand up, but squatted on the ground.

Before Mrs. Jiang could speak, the little girl ran over. She picked up the woman with a fat face. The woman had broken her ribs and finally got up. Her face had long disappeared from the cruelty she had before. She was like eggplant that had been sunburned for several days, and she was soft and soft.

The little girl pointed to her nose and said, "Which village are you from?"

The woman had been frightened long ago. She was asked suddenly by the little girl and said subconsciously: "It's from Xiao Wangzhuang."

"From Xiao Wangzhuang? It seems that you are all here. OK. I remember that you dare to say one more word. I will kill your whole family, dig up your ancestral grave, and then strip you naked and hang them to the entrance of the village. Do you believe it?"

An hour ago, these women would not believe it even if they were beaten to death. They would even pounce on them and pull their hair and clothes to beat the little girl.

But now, what else do they don’t believe? Several people kowtow frequently and kept muttering: “Good King, please spare me.”

At this time, the owner of the big car shop also came over. He held a few ingots of silver in his hand and wanted to stuff it into Mrs. Jiang's hand.

Mrs. Jiang did not accept the money and pointed to the women and said, "These are not with us, so we won't take them away. Their family belongs to Xiaowangzhuang. If you dare to tell them what you are today, you know how to do it."

Those who can open a car shop here will not be ordinary people who follow the rules, just like the car owner who dares to deal with the corpse.

The owner of the big old shop nodded repeatedly and said, "The younger one has been to Xiaowangzhuang. If they say something is not available, the female hero will do it for you."

The little girl burst into laughter, do you know who we are, and did it for us?

Several people got on the big car again, and the handlebar whip was swayed like flowers, and they kept running towards Zhaozhou.

The owner of the car leaned in and said to Mrs. Jiang: "Female hero, your surname is yours. I will set up a tablet for you when I get home and serve as a Bodhisattva. If it weren't for you, my mule and cart would be snatched away by the people of the True Immortal Sect. What should the whole family do?"

Mrs. Jiang looked at him and said coldly: "Then will you still do business on this road in the future?"

Boss Che was stunned and couldn't speak for a moment.

Mrs. Jiang sneered: "You, and the owner of the big car shop, are all from the True Immortal Sect, right?"

The boss of the car was so scared that his face turned pale and hurriedly said, "No, no."

The little girl laughed again, snatched the conversation, and said, "I clearly heard those people say they wanted to requisition mules and horses, but they didn't say it was to rob them. The officers and soldiers used the things of the people to requisition. They were not officers and soldiers, but the True Immortal Sect. Then the people of the True Immortal Sect said this to their sects."

The owner of the car was ashamed and almost fell off the car.

Mrs. Jiang snorted coldly and said, "We just want to rush the road. We don't want to cause trouble. Just drive the car and send us safely. As for other things, don't forget that the corpses of the True Immortal Sect are the ones you deal with, so take care of yourself."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The car owner was sweating profusely. He was just an ordinary sect member. The owner of the car shop was also a religious believer. Tonight, the people from the Zhenxian Sect came and wanted to requisition mules and horses. How dare he not give it to him? Several car owners who passed by were arguing, but they didn't expect that they would alarm the female star and killed all the people without saying a word. He and the owner of the car shop were all frightened. People died here, so they couldn't escape from them. The female star asked them to deal with the body clean. Of course, they were willing to find a hidden place to bury them far away.

Unexpectedly, this female evil star had seen through their identities early in the morning. Fortunately, they were honest, otherwise the female evil star would have killed them together.

Yang Lanshu was also shocked and sweated coldly. She had never heard of this True Immortal Sect. She never expected that this grateful car owner and the owner of the car shop who came out with the silver were actually in the same group as the thieves.

From entering the store until those people broke in, Jiang Pozi and the little girl were with her. When did they see something strange?

Yang Lanshu has been raised in the boudoir since childhood, so he does not understand that there is a word in this world called "Jianghu Experience". If an old man like Jiang Pozi who has opened a black shop and sold human buns, if he does not have good eyesight, even if he acts ruthlessly, he will not be able to gain a foothold in the martial arts world.

But the little girl yawned and said to Mrs. Jiang: "Mom Jiang, your body smells bad, it smells sweaty and bloody. Apply some fragrant powder."

As he said that, he took out a box of fragrant powder from a bag and sprinkled it on Mrs. Jiang.

Mrs. Jiang frowned and said, "Why is this so delicious? You made it new?"

The little girl was unhappy: "Where did it rush? How nice it smells."

She looked at Yang Lanshu who lowered her head and asked, "Is it, Master?"

"Ah? It smells good, it smells good." Yang Lanshu hurriedly said.

Mrs. Jiang glanced at Yang Lanshu, then looked at the little girl, and suddenly said to Yang Lanshu: "Master, my man's surname is Jiang, and he has some prestige in the world. What is the name of Master?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl laughed out loud. Mrs. Jiang’s man is Jiang’s butcher. What is your prestige in the world? What is the prestige of selling human meat buns?

Mrs. Jiang glared at her and looked at Yang Lanshu with bright eyes.

At that moment, Yang Lanshu even thought that Mrs. Jiang had seen through her identity.

But she thought again that no matter how vicious the eyes of Mrs. Jiang were, she would not associate a nun with the Queen Mother.

She took a deep breath and said, "Poverty Ni has passed through hard."

On the certificate given to her by Monk Jueran, her Dharma name is to call for the bitterness.

"The Master is from the capital, and he speaks the official language very well." said Mrs. Jiang.

Yang Lanshu's heart was raised again. She could make herself ugly and shave her hair, but she could not change her accent.

She was born in the capital and grew up in the capital. She was in the Duke of Huguo's Mansion, and even the horse-fed horse-feeding horses spoke a word of official language.

She can only speak official language.

In fact, there are not many people who can speak fluent and official language like her.

"Menni's master is from the capital.Menni has followed her since childhood and has followed her in an accent.Menni is an orphan and doesn't know where her hometown is."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Mrs. Jiang sat upright again, not knowing whether he believed it or not.

But the little girl was intrigued and said to Yang Lanshu: "Oh, I'm the same as the Master, and I don't know where my hometown is, but it doesn't matter. I have my girl, and the girl is my home."
Chapter completed!