The drunk man picked up the hammer from the fish stall beside him, and looked like he was about to hit the woman hard.

The people next to her were exclaiming and dissuading them: "Express officer, this person is going to kill!"

The drunk man raised his hand high and was about to smash it down.

Ye Siming used 70% of his strength.

Like an arrow from the string, the drunken man flew out far away and fell into a sword-making furnace.

Even the **** almost touched the hot pot!

He immediately fell and couldn't get up, and his mouth was screaming in pain: "Help, someone wants to kill me, help me report to the official!"

The people who were watching just now spit at him.

"Bah! You're too embarrassed to call for help, if it wasn't for this young master, your daughter-in-law would have been beaten to death by you! Very bad!"

"I know this person, the gambler Yang Er who lives at the end of the street! If he has no skills all day long, he will beat his wife! If he is drunk, he will beat people!"

The drunk man woke up a little, and he rolled back and forth in pain: "You don't care, you will kill people, ouch!"

Yesiming held his sword and walked near him, looking down coldly: "I warn you, next time I see you hitting a woman, I'll hang you on the city wall and hang your corpse. Show off!"

The drunken wailed louder.

Ye Siming frowned impatiently, and pushed the sword out of the scabbard a few inches: "A few screams and a few blood holes."

The drunk kept his mouth shut.

He looked at Ye Siming with horror in his eyes.

This young man looks like a murderous lunatic!

The woman who was beaten just now staggered to Ye Siming's side.

She hugged the boy's leg and begged bitterly: "Young man...Thank you, I'm fine, please let me go."

Ye Siming turned his head and saw that she was beaten with a blue nose and a bruised face, and even pleaded for her husband.

His eyes were even more indifferent.

The feelings of mortals are complicated and stupid. Even if they were beaten, they asked others to let him go.

Gu Nuo'er watched from a distance, sitting at the door of the car, dangling her feet, also very puzzled.

"Being beaten so badly, this aunt asked for mercy..."

The old coachman said with a smile: "The princess doesn't know yet, now the ethos of beating your daughter-in-law is getting more and more rampant! Some men, when things go wrong, drag their daughter-in-law to the street and beat them Exhale.

These women did not dare to report to the officials if they were beaten, for fear that they would be ridiculed by their parents if they lost their husbands. He was even more afraid of fighting back, beating Xianggong to death and becoming a widow. They had a hard time! "

Gu Nuoer's clear eyes blinked, looking at the woman in the distance who begged Ye Siming.

In the end, Ye Siming seemed too lazy to care about her, took out his boots, and walked towards the carriage.

The little guy thinks hard.

Would you like to find a chance to help these bullied aunts?

Yesiming returned to the carriage, and the wheel of the carriage turned slowly again.

The boy folded his arms and rested.

Ye Siming heard Gu Nuo'er's small body, and crawled beside him.

Then, a small soft hand gently touched his head.

Ye Siming opened his narrow eyes: "What are you doing?"

Gu Nuo'er tilted her head and twisted her head, blinking her big eyes like grapes: "Give it to Brother Siming, don't be angry, you just did a great job."

Yesiming sneered, turning his head to avoid her touch.

Rao is so, his complexion has eased a lot.