Chapter 7
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The man in front of her looked like a man from the back, but when she saw his face, she just wanted to hold her forehead and sigh, "This is clearly an uncle in his thirties!"
Half of his chiseled face was covered by his beard. She could barely see his outline, but couldn't see his face clearly. Although his eyes were deep and mysterious, he still looked like an uncle in his thirties. He didn't look like a brother-in-law with a small body.
However, there was no other way. She hugged his leg and didn't let go. She cried, "Brother-in-law, boohoo … I finally found you, brother-in-law …"
Ling Mohan frowned and looked at the skinny beggar who was hugging his leg like a koala. Because he was not used to being in contact with people, his body was slightly stiff. He shook his leg and said in a deep voice, "You've got the wrong person, let go!" However, his leg was hugged so tightly that he couldn't shake off the little beggar.
"Brother-in-law, I'm not wrong. Sister said that you have a big beard. I saw you when I was very young. I can't be wrong, boohoo … Brother-in-law, don't drive me away. Sister is dead, there's no one at home. My stepmother wants to sell me, boohoo … Brother-in-law …"
"I'm not your brother-in-law, you've got the wrong person!"
Ling Mohan's face became colder and colder, and the cold air around him became more and more intense. It was very frightening, but the little beggar who was hugging his thigh did not let go at all. He swung his leg several times, but she could not get rid of him. When he reached out to pull her away, he saw that she screamed and hugged him even tighter. Her head inadvertently touched the sensitive part between his legs, which made his body tense up and his whole face darkened.
"Let go!"
"I won't, unless you promise to take me away."
She stuck to him shamelessly, but didn't realize that her little head was bumping into his sensitive part. She secretly rejoiced. Although this uncle was a little cold, fortunately, he only used his mouth and didn't use his hands. Obviously, he wouldn't use his hands on an ordinary person with no cultivation.
Resisting the urge to kill, Ling Mohan took a deep breath and said, "Let go, I'll let you follow me."
"Boohoo … Brother-in-law, I knew you wouldn't leave me in the lurch." She wiped her tearless eyes and hurriedly stood up. Seeing him turn around and walk forward, she hurriedly followed.
Looking at the distance between the two of them, Fengjiu's eyes flashed with a trace of a smile. No wonder he agreed so readily to let her follow him. So this was the reason. Was he planning to ditch her?
Unfortunately, his calculations were wrong. How could she not keep up with his pace? As for the fact that she had to stick to him before leaving Da Lang Town, this person didn't look simple. The guards by his side wouldn't dare to stop them.
"Brother-in-law, slow down. I can't keep up with you. Brother-in-law …" She jogged behind him and watched him walk towards the entrance of the town. She was delighted and quickly followed.
Ling Mosai's footsteps paused. He turned his head halfway and saw that the little beggar's dirty little hand was pulling a corner of his clothes. Immediately, he swung his hand to push the little beggar away and continued to walk forward.
"Brother-in-law, Brother-in-law, don't be angry. At most, I won't pull your clothes. Brother-in-law …"
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