Hearing a few keywords, the white cat behind Yan Sanlang immediately opened his eyes: Hello, something is wrong.

Boy cat, isn't it?

Yan Sanlang nodded: They were not only looking for Old Man Liu. His ears were much more sensitive than before, but he still couldn't hear the whispers in front of him. But he could detect something was wrong.

The oldest person in the juggling team is in his early forties, so why was he directly detained by the soldier leader?

Qiansui gave him a positive answer: Yes, and you.

At this time, the soldier in front said: The person you are looking for is holding a long-haired white cat, which is obviously an orange one.

The soldier waved his hand: I asked them all and should not be misplaced.

All the more than ten people were taken down without saying anything.

When Yan Sanlang heard the retelling of Qiansui, his eyes flashed slightly. He used the carts in front of him to cover his body and quietly retreated. He soon flashed out of the main road and hid in the bush forest.

After walking for another half a quarter of an hour, he could no longer see the town. Yan Sanlang said: How could the official office be wanted with me?

That is not called wanted. It is a thousand-year-old who is lazy and informed of four cities and ten villages. Everyone knows it. That is called wanted, just like Old Man Liu. As for you—

She yawned: Not necessarily.

I won’t buy the snacks anymore. Yan Sanlang immediately changed directions, and there were only a few days left, so it’s best to have less trouble.

The white cat scratched the bookcase in anger.

Yan Sanlang pursed his lips and stared at him while eating.

These three people are fat, thin, strong, and scholars, but in Yan Sanlang's eyes, they all look full of qi and blood, and their eyes are filled with brilliance, and they obviously have the ability to cultivate themselves.

Yan Sanlang pretended not to realize it, but it was already past mealtime, and there were only three or four tables of guests. These people looked even more unscrupulous. Finally, the hot noodles were served on the table, and the boy snorted and snorted for a few bites. The scholar couldn't help but come over and asked with a smile: Can you sit?

Yan Sanlang looked up at him: No.

There are four seats at each table. Yan Sanlang said this, but he didn't want to sit with him.

The man said ok, and suddenly reached out and lifted the lid of the bookcase!

The rattan bookcase was placed on the seat next to Yan Sanlang. He moved too quickly, and Yan Sanlang's noodles were still holding onto the chopsticks, looking shocked: Hello, what are you doing!

The three of them didn't look into the book box in an instant, for fear of missing any details. However, to their disappointment, there were only a few books and a few pieces of miscellaneous items in the box, and there was nothing else.

No. The scholar threw away the lid of the bookcase, ignored Yan Sanlang, and walked back angrily.

His companion complained: I have checked three or four little kids all the way.

This scribe thought it very clearly: If it were easy to catch, it would have been your and me long ago?

They regarded Yan Sanlang as if nothing had happened. The boy glared at the crowd with his cheeks and glared at him. Seeing that they were unmoved, he sat back and continued to eat noodles. He was just a ten-year-old child, and no one would laugh at him for being timid.

Yan Sanlang slowly used his meal and understood very well: Someone was plotting against him, but he was determined but not intentional. He could not take Qiansui into the city to settle down.

The shop quickly became quiet, and the guests came and left, as if the episode just now disappeared. Soon, a bowl of noodles and two thick buns were eaten, and the boy wiped his mouth and stood up and left.

Before he walked out of the store, the scholar looked over again, as if there was something. The thick man among them saw the white cat lying on the horse's back and laughed loudly: That little dog, with a little trick of calculating, I still want to deceive your grandfather?

They followed them all the way and saw the white cat appear, so they caught Yan Sanlang.

Yan Sanlang pursed his lips: How did you know I have a cat?

The lingering cat is like a dog, I don't know what you can do. The scholar smiled and didn't notice a cold light flashing in the white cat's slightly narrowed eyes, but there was a book in your box, and a cat's hair was stuck in the slit.

Thank you for your advice. Yan Sanlang suddenly realized, his voice was sincere, and I will pay attention next time.

Yes, white cats often shed hair, especially in spring and summer. This is uncontrollable, neither he nor Qiansui. He checked the cat out of the bookcase twice, but such a small chance event is still inevitable.

Next time? The faces of these people were slightly calmed. However, at this time, a male voice suddenly sounded in the open space:

Yan San, do you recognize Hu Chengli?

Everyone was stunned and subconsciously looked around, but there was no fifth person in the forest.

Where did it come from?
Chapter completed!