Chapter 13: The Ignorant Villager (2)

The villagers stopped attacking because they were stunned, and Yun Lin also stopped, and at this time, an old man with fairy wind and bones came out from among the villagers, with a kind face, and seemed to be very talkative.

"Old man, may I ask ......?"

Yun Lin greeted him in a friendly manner, who knew that the old man would throw something like white salt in his hand at him.

"Ahem...... Your sister...... Target! ”

Yun Lin just wanted to scold, but found that she couldn't move, and her consciousness became weaker and weaker, and finally fainted. When she opened her eyes again, Yun Lin was already surrounded by a group of ancient people like a national treasure panda, and her backpack was nowhere to be found, probably hidden by this group of people.

"Hey, you'd better untie the rope, or Miss Ben will be welcome."

Yun Lin was indignant, she actually fell into the old man's way, and blamed herself for being deceived by the old man's harmless appearance. The onlookers only cared about whispering, not taking Yun Lin's threat to heart at all.

"It's a girl in strange clothes, could it be that the monster has changed?"

"When did the demonic beast actually run out of the misty forest by itself, and it was not afraid of running into the summoner?"

"Yes, Warcraft hates the smell of humans, could it be that this is the summoner's?"

"I want her to be a vixen more than a monster, you see how beautiful she looks."

The villagers were arguing louder and louder.

“……”

Yun Lin asked Cangtian speechlessly, wanting to break free from the rope that bound him, but found that he kept getting it, mother's, what kind of material is it, you must know that in modern times, even if the diamond wire is opened in his own hands, it is only a matter of minutes, is this ancient manufacturing technology better than modern? This time it was a tragedy.

"Get out of the way, Lord Medicine King is here."

As if to welcome some divine messenger, the crowd retreated to both sides, and the white-bearded old man appeared in front of Yun Lin again with an unknown object in his hand.

After the old man appeared, he didn't say anything to Yun Lin, but slapped a handful of yellow paper with a spell on Yun Lin's forehead, and his strength was quite strong.

“……”

Your sister, Lao Tzu is not a zombie, hurry up and take the yellow fu away. Yun Lin was slandered in her heart, and the old man spoke.

"Isn't it a vixen?"

Seeing that Yun Lin had not changed in any way, the old man was puzzled.

"Your sister, which eye do you look at Miss Ben like a vixen?"

"Maybe it's Warcraft"

The old man ignored Yun Lin's furious howl, turned around and picked up a bowl of bright red blood from the waiter's tray.

"Hungry, obediently show your original form, this will be for you to drink."

The old man was like coaxing a baby to eat, coercing and seducing Yunlin, as if what he was serving in his hands was a supreme delicacy.

“……”

Looking at Yun Lin's helpless and speechless expression, the old man was even more puzzled.

"Demonic beasts are bloodthirsty, isn't this girl a demonic beast either?"

As soon as the old man's voice fell, the surrounding onlookers also whispered, speculating about what kind of "thing" Yun Lin was.

"It's not a vixen, it's not a monster, it's a spy from another country?"

"Well, I think it's possible."

"But how dressed she is?"

"yes, I haven't heard of any country where such clothes are popular."

……

The people around him began to point at Yun Lin, and the discussion became louder and louder. Guys, what about the whispers? Your loud voices are almost becoming noise pollution now, and mentally torturing me so loudly makes me embarrassed as a party.

Yun Lin was angry, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free of the rope that bound her hands and feet. Completely unscientific, okay? What kind of material is this rope made of?

(l~1`x*>+``+