Midsummer 1910.

"Selling Guokui, Guokui."

"Look at it, the fresh vegetables are just cut out of the ground."

"Soy milk, fried dough sticks!"

In the noisy market, there were gorgeously dressed foreigners holding silver dollars to purchase what they needed, and some people wearing coarse linen bargains were holding copper coins.

Nowadays, the people who can afford silver dollars are either bureaucrats or foreigners from the West. They are in chaos and have no end. Maybe one day the fight will start again, and the people are worried about spending their days.

Most of the people on the street looked pale, and I don’t know if they had just sucked something before going out.

A dirty figure in the crowd was incompatible with this harmonious market. It would be nothing if I didn't look closely. I was wearing rag strips, barefoot, not old, with long black hair spread on my shoulders, and I don't know how long it took for me to trim it. I looked like a little beggar of eighteen or nineteen years old.

But if you observe carefully, you will find it strange. What's strange? This boy is too fair. No matter how you look, he doesn't look like a beggar who has been struggling on the street all day long. If you remove this torn dress and wipe off the dust on your face, you should be a handsome young man. Anyone can see it, which young master ran away from home?

At this time, the boy was full of resentment. He finally came back, a country he was familiar with and unfamiliar with.

It has been 10 years in a blink of an eye, but his appearance has really not grown old at all, and he has even become tender. Although he has never looked in the mirror, he knows that his style is still as good as before. It is convenient to hook up with a little girl. How is it convenient? You can turn off the screen of your phone, and the picture will appear at this time. How about it? Are you fascinated?

During the past 10 years, Xuan Hao returned here from the American rampage. When there were mountains in front of him, he would go up the mountain to hunt tigers, eat sashimi when crossing the sea, and be chased by lions by passing by the grassland. Only by passing through the rainforest could he eat some "good fruit". Who knows what he has experienced, anyway, normal people should have died countless times.

Now he can finally say confidently that he has finally become stronger, and the price is that he is often dismembered by various cute little animals and sprinkled water.

The luckiest thing is that his hair is still there, and of course he can't punch a child like a bald man, but it should be fine if he punches a monster, right?

"It's really crowded." Xuan Hao curled his lips and sorted out his collar that didn't exist at all. He was not dead, and everything was good, but he was a little consuming. "Why did I come to the market for?"

"Gurugh." A strange cry from his stomach reminded him.

Xuan Hao finally remembered that he was here to find food, but because he couldn't starve, he forgot! He hadn't eaten for 3 days, and nothing happened, but he knew that it would be more and more uncomfortable later because he tried whether he could starve himself to death, but the conclusion was that he couldn't die, and it would be very painful, so he had to prepare in advance.

"It's so easy to do things," muttered, while looking at the streets with a little obscene look, sweeping across everyone's waists, "So let me see where is the next victim?"

Soon, his eyes fell on an old man who could see that he was a sucker by looking at his clothes. He looked fifty or sixty years old, but this old man was not like an ordinary person, very calm and gave people a very sharp feeling. Unlike the common people next to him, the old man did not braid his hair, but directly tied his high ponytail, giving people a very fashionable feeling. In addition, the hideous scar on his forehead, it was not a good thing at first glance. The money on his body must have been unknown, well that's it.

Xuan Hao was not under any pressure from a guy like this who seemed to be a local bully. After all, it was not the first time he did it, and the travel expenses he came back were quite expensive.

He never cared about the turtle aura emitted by the other party. It looked unusual, but what was he afraid of? Could it be that this old man was even more terrifying than the Dragon King? Xuan Hao only had the bulging wallet on the other party’s waist in his eyes at this moment, and there was no stone inside, right?

"Old man, I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous recently." Xuan Hao licked his lips and mixed into the crowd.

The crowd was crowded, the old street was not spacious, and it was inevitable to push and shoved around. It was a perfect place for crimes. The old man walked in front, neither fast nor slow, and the abortion seemed to have no effect on him, and the pace under his feet seemed to have a special rhythm.

Xuan Hao followed him, not far or near, and every step was in line with the old man's footsteps to cover up his pace, but his eyes were always on the old man's waist, oh no, the wallet around his waist.

He looked at the purse carefully. The purse was tied to the belt of the old man's trousers. It was a knot. Should I just take the money, or cut off the rope and take it away with the purse?

Well, why do you think so much? Let’s start!

But I still need to wait for a suitable opportunity. Xuan Hao touched the blade on his body. This was the broken fragment on Menek's long knife. Well, it was very useful, in various aspects. He licked the corner of his mouth and looked at the old man.

In front of me is a tea shop with good business. Nowadays, people who can still have leisure to drink tea are either rich or noble.

"Cough cough..." The old man was wondering whether to have a cup of tea, so he was very rare to take a walk.

"Pa" The old man suddenly felt that his shoulder was being patted, and he subconsciously looked back, but there was no one. He frowned, and the scar on his forehead became even more ferocious.

The old man noticed an abnormal airflow from behind, felt a force that could threaten him, and then he felt his belt loose and his face turned black.

"Is there something? I'm so brave to steal something from me!"

"Do it." Xuan Hao threw away the purse in his hand and walked towards the crowd. He directly cut off the old man's belt. Not only could he take away the purse, but he could also delay time, killing two birds with one stone. "Save it!"

"What are you going to do? Isn't it good to stay and have a cup of tea with me?" Xuan Hao, who was about to squeeze into the crowd, was tightly held by an old hand.

The old man said plainly in his hoarse voice: "Young man, a gentleman loves money and makes it a good way to get it. You are a bit unkind."

His sharp eyes stared at Xuan Hao, which actually made Xuan Hao feel a little pressure. He didn't even look at the Dragon King so well.

"Gulu" Xuan Hao's stomach didn't hesitate.

The old man looked at Xuan Hao's face, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Isn't this kid good to be a slut? Is it necessary to come out and steal?

"Tsk." Xuan Hao smacked his lips. He didn't believe that this old man was a gentleman, and he didn't care about it no matter how he looked.

He used force suddenly and shook the old man's hand.

His hands were shaken open, and the surprise in the old man's eyes turned into jokes: "It's interesting."

One hand quickly poked out, and Xuan Hao didn't even see the afterimage clearly. The old man's hand grabbed his wrist.
Chapter completed!