This has been the case throughout history.
If he really was a lucky fish, how could he have fallen to the point of being resold?
Taking him with me would be bad luck.
As expected, the ox cart overturned halfway, 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 was captured here.
He must have owed God a lot of money in his previous life.
Jing Li was distracted for a moment and didn't notice the machete coming towards him again.
He couldn't dodge in time, and the sharp machete cut off several scales on his flank!
pain--!
Jing Li was so frightened by the pain that he nearly cried. But tears couldn't flow from the fish, so he just reflexively jumped up from the fish stall, flew out of the stall, and slammed into someone's chest.
The place where the scales were peeled off felt like a layer of skin was peeled off, and it was burning with pain.
Jing Li had no strength left. His soft fish tail trembled weakly and his body slid 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 closed his fingertips, supported Jing Li's body, and let out a soft "eh".
Jing Li raised his eyes 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 so obvious.
He had never seen anyone so good-looking.
The man was wearing a pale blue gown. His figure was thin and frail, revealing a clean, elegant and scholarly air. The cuffs of the gown were a little rough, and the material wasn't great, but even this kind of clothing couldn't conceal the man's innate noble temperament.
His eyes were lowered, and the sunlight shone on his pale face, revealing deep and delicate features.
"Thank you, thank you, this fish is so hard to clean..." The fishmonger didn't even bother to put down his knife and hurried out. When he saw the person in front of him, the smile on his face fell. "So it's Qin Zhao. Are you back in town to get medicine again?"
The tone instantly turned cold, even containing a hint of sarcasm and disgust.
Jing Li was stunned.
The man has a gentle temperament and is definitely not the type that would be offensive.
On the contrary, his facial features were perfectly formed. The line from his brow bone to his jaw was impeccably precise, his nose was high and straight, and even the curve of his thin lips was just right. If there was a flaw, it might be that his eyes were too sharp, adding a sense of distance.
But even this shortcoming was completely concealed by his gentle and peaceful temperament.
It shouldn't be the reason why he is hated.
Jing Li looked him up and down and saw the problem.
The man's complexion was bad, extremely bad. There was a faint dark blue under his eyes, and his lips were pale, which was particularly obvious on his fair face.
It was as if all her energy had been drained away, leaving only the beautiful and gentle appearance of a beauty.
It turns out he is a sickly person.
I still don't know how many days I can live.
The man didn't seem to mind the fishmonger's attitude, or perhaps he was used to it, and nodded slightly.
The fishmonger was too lazy to say anything more and said, "Give me back my fish."
Jing Li shrank in the man's palm.
He hid his wet head between the other's fingers, and his still trembling tail gently climbed on the man's wrist, as if to please, or to beg.
Don't hand him over.
Qin Zhao looked down at the little fish in his palm.
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