As soon as these words were spoken, passers-by were also shocked.

"What, he is a liar, he is so pitiful, how could he be a liar!"

"No, how can you pretend to be disabled?"

The beggar's eyes turned, and then a look of grievance appeared on his face. Even his voice became hoarse and he spoke tremblingly, "Oh, it's a pity, old man, I'm dying in my life. My leg has been broken for decades. How could it be a liar?"

"Ha!" Seeing his appearance, Du Zhiqing snorted coldly in disgust: "Stop pretending, I will let you reveal your true colors in front of everyone today!"

"Ouch!" Unexpectedly, after the beggar's kick, he collapsed to the ground, and his half of his legs were still hidden in his pants and could not be exposed.

I saw a look of pain on his face, and he crawled on the ground and complained: "Oh, it hurts so much, it hurts so much!"

Soon, a layer of sweat was covered with sweat on his head, looking extremely painful, as if he had really suffered some serious damage.

Seeing him like this, Du Zhiqing was shocked. Unexpectedly, the liar's Taoist practice was so deep that he was not exposed after being hit like this.

"He is so painful. How could he be a liar? He doesn't pretend to be so similar, right?"

"He is just a disabled beggar. Why is this girl so unsympathetic, even such a poor person can be used to, such a cruel move.

Du Zhiqing couldn't help but feel anxious when the passers-by didn't believe in him. Although the beggar was still pretending, she still insisted on her opinion without wavering: "No, everyone, don't believe him. He is pretending. When I tear off his mask, let you see his true face!"

After she said that, she pulled up the beggar who was rolling on the ground in pain, raised her hand and pulled his beard, trying to pull his mask off.

"Stop!" But before she could pull down the mask, she was hit by a palm from somewhere. Although the palm was not strong, she was knocked back two or three steps unexpectedly.

I saw a young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a sharp edge between his eyebrows and eyes stood in front of him and protected him in front of the beggar.

He looked Du Zhiqing all over his body, his obsidian-like eyes rolled, and his words were a bit slick: "You little girl look good, but you are too vicious. Those who practice martial arts do not practice well and only choose poor people to bully him. What is his ability?"

Seeing his behavior, he must be a idle person. He was spoiled since childhood.

A feeling of disgust arises from her heart. She frowned and her eyes are filled with anger: "Where are you idle people coming from? I expose this liar's scam, why are you going to make trouble?"

"I'm not a liar, I'm not a liar. This girl insists that I'm a liar. She almost beat me to death just now. Oh..."

As soon as Du Zhiqing said this, the beggar moaned again, looking as if she was scattered by her soul, and hid behind the boy trembling.

The more he saw his pretentious look, the more angry Du Zhiqing's heart became, and even the eyes condensed into flames, "I'll let you pretend again, I have to tear off your mask today!"

She wanted to rush forward and pulled the beggar out from behind Mo Jianchen.

"Stop!" But before she could do it, the boy raised his arm and pressed it back.

The boy turned to the beggar and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't let her hurt you."

He looked at Du Zhiqing in front of him, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You little girl are very rude, but your martial arts are far inferior to this young master."

"It's a pity that you can meet someone who is so kind to me. If you meet someone else, you may not be so lucky."

But seeing that the boy's words were provocative and flirtatious, Du Zhiqing felt even more disgusted.

Her eyes were full of anger, her eyebrows were frowning, and she raised her head: "He is clearly a liar. It's so stupid that you protect a liar! Today I have to expose him, no one can stop me. If you know the truth, get out of here!"

But the boy smiled softly and looked at her sideways, adding a bit of joking in his words: "What if I just don't get out!"

"Looking for death!" Du Zhiqing became more and more angry. After saying that, he raised his palm and wanted to hit him. He said quickly: "Then don't blame me for being rude!"

But the boy turned around and surrounded her entire body, and happened to have her straight in his arms from behind.

She couldn't help but feel angry, frowned, and struggled in the boy's arms, but her strength could not resist this rogue man. His arms were like a tree root, tightly clasped him.

She had to angrily scold: "You sinister scoundrel, what's the point of winning with your secret tricks? Let me go."
Chapter completed!