Chapter 33 Little Thief
No one knew what had happened, but the crowd suddenly rushed over like a tide and dispersed the Xia family in an instant.
The previous moment, Lihua was holding Xia Daohua's hand tightly, and the next moment, many tall strangers suddenly came between the two sisters.
Xia Daohua felt as if she had returned to the Spring Festival travel train station in her previous life.
Or a subway car with doors that can't be closed during rush hour.
However, even in a previous life, this feeling was already very unfamiliar.
Ever since her grandfather passed away, she has never caught a Spring Festival train again.
Ever since she quit her job to start her own business and opened the small supermarket in which she poured almost all her efforts, she has never taken the subway again.
But at this moment, the feeling of the old days' crowds came to her through the surging crowd, and she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. A second later, she came to her senses and found that she had been separated from the Xia family.
The people around her were taller, stronger, and more powerful than her. She could neither see where the Xia family was nor where she was, and she had no way to go against the trend.
The crowd was too crowded, too dense, and too chaotic.
She was swept up by the surging crowd, her feet had left the ground, but she was still moving with the crowd, like a drop of water in the ocean, unable to control herself, drifting with the current.
Xia Daohua tried her best to keep from falling.
With so many people around and it was so crowded and chaotic, she was afraid that if she fell, she would become a victim of a stampede.
As a time traveler, and a time traveler with a golden finger as big as a space supermarket, he was actually trampled to death by the crowd. Such a death is too embarrassing for his fellow time travelers!
Xia Daohua's mind has always been very jumpy, and in just a few seconds, it has wandered off to who knows where.
Just when Xia Daohua was worrying about what to write on her tombstone, she was suddenly pushed by a strong force.
Xia Daohua felt as if her internal organs had shifted, her chest was aching, her heartbeat was out of control, and the part of her back that was hit was painful as if the flesh there had been smashed by a sledgehammer...
Xia Daohua felt that she was probably injured, and was about to hide in the supermarket to avoid it, but was hit again.
She only felt her body suddenly lighten, and the whole person seemed to be riding on the clouds, and flew out with a "whoosh".
Although she stayed in the air for a very short time, almost only a moment, perhaps less than half a second, she unexpectedly saw clearly where she was.
On her left was a crowded street, and on her right was a restaurant with a cloth sign fluttering in the wind.
Hanging on the tall lantern pole is a huge lantern in the shape of a gourd. On each lamp face, there seems to be a character related to wine painted.
On the side facing her, there is a painting of a scholar lying on the ground holding a jar of wine, with three big characters "Liu Ling Drunk" written on it.
“This is beautifully written!”
This was Xia Daohua’s last thought before she completely fainted.
When she opened her eyes again, Xia Daohua found herself lying face down in a dark alley, probably with her face hitting the ground first.
She touched her face and it was a little painful, but the skin was not broken. It seemed that she was not injured when she was unconscious.
Even the dull pain from the collision on my back had eased a lot.
She raised her head and looked around, and found that there was a faint light in the distance at the end of the alley. There were probably no houses in this section, and there were no lanterns hanging, so it looked pitch black.
Most likely it was near the restaurant we just visited, maybe behind it or to the side. This alley might have been used to transport firewood, rice, meat and vegetables to the restaurant on weekdays.
When her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, Xia Daohua discovered that there was a person lying not far away from her.
The man was lying face down on the ground, motionless, and it was unknown whether he was injured.
It seems that he is also an unlucky guy like me!
Xia Daohua stretched her arms and legs and slowly crawled up from the ground.
She still felt some pain, as the wound on the back of her head seemed to have been shaken by the collision. Some memories of the original owner actually resurfaced.
She recognized him at a glance. The guy in front of her, face down, was wearing foreign clothes.
Xia Daohua walked over cautiously, stretched out two fingers, and gently touched his neck.
The neck was warm and the carotid artery was still beating.
"It's actually a living Tartar!"
Xia Daohua's heart began to beat violently, making a thumping sound. In the quiet alley, it seemed particularly loud, even a little deafening to the ears.
His heart beat for a while, but the man was not awakened by Xia Daohua's heartbeat.
For a while, no one else was seen and they turned into this alley.
Xia Daohua gradually calmed down and couldn't help secretly complaining to herself: "Xia Daohua, Xia Daohua, you have been a human twice, why are you still as timid as a rabbit!"
After complaining, she approached carefully again.
After some careful observation and confirming that this guy was really unconscious and not pretending, Xia Daohua became bolder.
She touched the guy from head to toe, and then used all her strength to turn him over so that he was facing up.
To be honest, I don’t know if it’s because of the dim light, but Xia Daohua actually thought that this face was quite pretty.
But this appearance is quite different from the foreign Tartars in the original owner's memory.
Judging from his facial features and skin color, he looks more like a person from Da Chu.
But who made him wear foreign clothes? Even if he looks like a Central Plains person, this is authentic foreign clothing. These days, it is not fashionable for people in Da Chu to wear foreign clothes!
Besides, don’t the wine bag in his arms, the golden knife on his back, and the dagger in his boot all prove that he is a genuine foreign Tartar?
Xia Daohua prepared herself mentally and without hesitation put all the weapons on her into the space.
The man remained motionless, and Xia Daohua's courage grew.
Not only did she put his purse, wine bag, jade pendant, and an oil-paper bag of unknown substance in his arms into the space, she even took a look at his gorgeous clothes.
The outermost cloak is quite nice. The outer layer is made of gold brocade, and the inner layer is actually a thin leather. It is very soft to the touch and has a warm feeling.
Xia Daohua was not familiar with fur and couldn't tell whether it was fox fur or mink fur.
She tried for a long time, but found that it was easy to take away the small things on the guy's body, but it was very difficult to take off his clothes, even his boots.
In the end, the plan to strip him naked failed, so Xia Daohua had to take away the outermost cloak and "kindly" left him with a set of clothes.
Ah! My evil heroine finally embarked on the road of crime again...
(End of this chapter)
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