Ye Siming raised his head, and there was a little bit of impatience in his eyes.

He really didn't want to talk to them.

But before going out today, the little thing specially reminded him.

You can move your mouth without moving your money, and you can move your money without moving your hands.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows, showing his rebellious expression.

"Because this horse is mine."

As soon as these words came out, the shopkeeper and his entourage were shocked.

The entourage quickly reacted and said angrily: "Liar! You must have eavesdropped on what we said just now, right?"

"I see you've been standing there for a long time. Knowing that we picked up this colt, you want to take it for yourself."

He pointed at Ye Siming: "Look at your young age, how can you do such a messy thing!"

Ye Siming's cold eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were like hooks: "I want to sell a horse whose future is unknown for money, who will take advantage of us?"

He was taken aback by what he said.

This young man is a bit difficult to deal with!

The entourage frowned and said, "You said it was yours, what evidence do you have? You call it, doesn't it take care of you?"

Ye Siming sneered with black eyes like ink.

He looked at the war horse that was still grabbing food from the horse's grass.

"Little black, come here."

The war horse, who was enjoying a meal, turned his head to look in the direction of Ye Siming.

It only reflected for a moment, and he immediately ran away towards the master with his four hooves up.

It came to Ye Siming and stopped abruptly, so it raised its front hooves and made a long neigh.

The shopkeeper and his entourage thought that the boy would be kicked by the sturdy colt.

However, Ye Siming didn't move, the warhorse just raised its hooves, then put it down on its side.

Then it lowered its head and rubbed itself under the slender palm that Ye Siming raised slightly.

This scene surprised both the shopkeeper and his followers.

The young man in front of him is really the owner of the good horse!

Ye Siming rubbed his temples indiscriminately: "Go back early, all the little things miss you."

Seeming to understand, Xiao Hei snorted.

Ye Siming took off the low-quality saddle and reins that bound it.

and threw them to the ground together.

Then, he turned around and stepped forward, while the dark horse followed honestly.

"Wait! You just left?" the entourage shouted.

He ran forward unwillingly and blocked Ye Siming's way.

"We kept your horse for a while, and it also kicked and injured several of our old horses."

"If you just lead away like this, how will I explain to the master when I go back?"

Ye Siming stared at him coldly, his eyes cold and silent.

Frightened by his cold expression, the entourage could not help but take a half step back.

Suddenly, Ye Siming put his hand into his sleeve.

Followed by fear.

Could it be that this young man can't say no, and still wants to beat someone with a guy?

Who knows, what Ye Siming took out was a piece of silver.

"Take the money and shut up."

Ye Siming threw it casually, and the silver fell steadily into the arms of the entourage, and he hurriedly held it with both hands.

The entourage watched Ye Siming lead the dark horse away, and the young man didn't even look back.

He looked down at the silver ingot in his hand.

The shot is really generous, and there are forty taels of it.

Ye Siming led Xiao Hei through the market.

He had a small smile in his eyes.

It would be nice if the little things were just there.

He settled the matter as she said.

He was able to speak but didn't move the money, and after giving the money, he didn't do anything.

Would she praise him if she was there?

Ye Siming thought, raised his thin lips, the cold mist in his eyes gradually dissipated, and his smile was quite youthful.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a woman in simple clothes entering a pharmacy.

Ye Siming frowned.

He seemed to have seen this person somewhere in the Xili Palace.