The unfamiliar feeling of suffocation made Jing Li wake up from his sleep.

He opened his eyes and saw a bright machete.

The blade reflected the cold light, reflecting Jing Li's current appearance.

——The whole body is covered with bright red scales, a pair of clear red eyes still have a look of confusion, and the almost transparent fins are flapping gently on the belly of the fish.

A palm-sized koi carp.

Jing Li quickly realized his situation. He was lying on a chopping board.

The chopping board had been used for an unknown number of years, and the lingering fishy smell made him nauseous. Not far in front of him, there lay a blood-stained fish head.

Ah ah ah ah ah--!

Jing Li screamed, but no sound came out. The next moment, the machete was pulled out with force, and the knife fell with his hand——

Jing Li slapped the chopping board hard with his fish tail, and his body rose up, narrowly dodging the knife in the air. The machete sank deeply into the chopping board, only a few inches away from Jing Li's head.

He fell back on the chopping board, the fish's body rose and fell sharply, and he was still frightened.

so close.

"Hey, is this fish still alive?" the fishmonger muttered as he pulled out his machete.

The fish was motionless when it was delivered, and he thought it was a dead fish.

The price of live fish is high, but in recent years, during the recession, several nearby villages have become poorer than the others, so dead fish are easier to sell than live fish.

The fishmonger didn't think any more, held down the body of the fish with one hand, and raised the machete again.

The fish stall was set up at the entrance of the market, and a stall was set up outside. The inner room, separated by a piece of coarse cloth, was where the fish was killed and salted.

It's still early now, the villagers going to the market haven't arrived yet, and the market is quiet.

Only the fish shop didn’t know what was going on inside, and there was a constant crackling sound. The proprietress looking after the stall was annoyed: “Yu Laoer, are you killing the pig?”

She opened the coarse curtain and saw something flying towards her.

"Ouch!"

The proprietress dodged sideways, and the thing hit the fish stall directly.

Jing Li was knocked dizzy by this fall. Before he could take a breath, he saw the fishmonger chasing after him with a machete in hand: "Don't run!"

No fool would run away!

Jing Li first jumped into the water basin next to the fish stall, took a deep breath in the water, and then stood up again. The water splashed everywhere, Jing Li dodged left and right, and narrowly avoided the opponent's attack every time.

Blade.

All of a sudden, the fish stall was in a panic, and pots and pans were thrown all over the floor.

The fishmonger was out of breath after chasing him, but he didn't even touch a fish scale.

"This fish...has this fish become a sperm?" the landlady murmured, dumbfounded.

He is not a spirit, he is a human being!

Jing Li tried his best to hide himself next to the wooden shelf supporting the fish stall, and patted the edge of the counter with his tail angrily.

He has been acting like this since he woke up three days ago.

Jing Li has been unlucky for as long as he can remember.

Taxi-hailing cars break down, subway accidents occur, and even planes can make emergency landings. Not to mention such trivial matters as falling on the ground, losing money when going out, and choking on water.

But he still didn't expect that just by sleeping at home, he could travel to this crappy place and turn into a fish.

And it's not an ordinary fish, he's dressed as a koi.

These were all said by the two people he met when he first came here.

At that time, he was put in a clay pot filled with water and put in a bullock cart on his way.

Jing Li heard from their conversation that he was a koi that could bring good luck to people. A big shot in the city took a fancy to him and wanted to buy him for a thousand taels.

This method also defrauds those who have too much money and no place to spend it.

This has been the case throughout the ages.

If he were really a koi, how could he be reduced to being resold?

If you take him with you, you will be more unlucky.

Sure enough, the ox cart overturned halfway along the road, and Jing Li fell into a small ditch nearby and regained his freedom.

However, this freedom did not last long. He just slept normally again, and when he woke up, he found that he had been captured here.

He must have owed God a lot of money in his previous life.

Jing Li was slightly distracted and didn't notice the machete coming towards him again.

He couldn't dodge, and several pieces of the fish scales on his flank were cut off by the sharp machete!

pain--!

Jing Li was so afraid of the pain that he almost cried on the spot. But the fish couldn't shed tears. He just bounced off the fish stall out of reflex, flew out of the stall, and hit someone on the chest with a slap.

The place where the scales were removed was like peeling off a layer of skin, and it was burning and painful.

Jing Li no longer had any strength, his soft fish tail trembled feebly, and his body slipped down.

But it was caught by a hand.

Then, he smelled a pleasant medicinal fragrance.

That hand didn't look like a farmer's hand at all. The texture of the palm was very delicate. He gathered his fingertips, supported Jing Li's body, and said softly, "Hey."

Jing Li raised his gaze and met a pair of calm and deep eyes.

His mind went blank for a moment, and even the pain in his body was not that obvious.

He has never seen such a good-looking person.

The man was wearing a light blue gown. He was thin and thin, exuding a clean and elegant scholarly air. The stitching of the gathered cuffs of the gown was a bit rough, and the material was not that good, but even such a piece of clothing could not conceal the connection between this man and the man.

Innate noble temperament.

His eyes were lowered, the sunlight shone on his somewhat pale face, and the outline of his facial features was deep and delicate.

"Thank you, thank you, this fish is so difficult to deal with..." The fishmonger didn't even bother to put away his knife. He ran out quickly and took a quick look at the person in front of him. The smile on his face dropped, "It turns out to be Qin Zhao, here he comes again.

Get medicine in town?”

His tone instantly became cold, even a bit sarcastic and disgusting.

Jing Li was stunned.

The man has a gentle temperament and is by no means the kind of person who would be disgusted by others.

On the contrary, his facial features are very good. The line from brow bone to jaw is so exquisite that there is no fault. The bridge of his nose is high and straight. Even the curvature of his thin lips is just right. If there is a flaw, perhaps it is that the shape of his eyes is too sharp, which adds a little distance.

feel.

But even this shortcoming was completely covered up by his gentle and peaceful temperament.

It shouldn't be the reason why he is hated by others.

Jing Li looked him up and down and saw the problem.

The man's complexion was not good, it could be said to be extremely bad. There was a faint greenish tint under his eyes, and there was no color on his lips, which was particularly obvious on his fair face.

It was as if someone had drained away all the energy and energy, leaving behind a beautiful and gentle appearance.

It turned out to be a sick man.

I still don’t know how many days I can live.

The man didn't seem to mind the fishmonger's attitude, or maybe he was used to it, so he nodded lightly.

The fishmonger didn't bother to say more to him: "Give me the fish back."

Jing Li shrank in the man's palm.

He hid his wet head in the other man's fingers, and his trembling tail gently clung to the man's wrist, as if to please, but also to pray.

Don't hand him over.

Qin Zhao lowered his head and looked at the little fish in his palm.

This fish is no more than the size of a palm, with red scales all over its body, and a faint golden sheen on the edges of the scales. The fins are so thin that they are almost transparent, and even the smooth and delicate texture can be seen in the sunlight.

The soft fish tail flapped gently on his wrist, a little itchy.

Seeing that he didn't move, the fishmonger sneered: "Why, you don't want to buy this fish? You don't have enough money to buy medicine. Do you have money to buy fish?"

Qin Zhao didn't answer.

Jing Li felt the fingers holding his body loosen, and her heart sank.

Men can't possibly buy him.

It can be seen from his clothes that the man's family background is not good, and it can even be said that he is very poor. He is supporting Jing Li with one hand, and he is also carrying several medicine bags in his right hand.
To be continued...