The drunk man picked up the hammer from the fish stall next to him and looked like he was about to attack the woman.
The people next to them were screaming and dissuading: "Report to the official, this person is going to kill someone!"
The drunk man raised his hand high and was about to smash it down.
A figure in Xuanyi quickly stepped forward, raised his boots, and kicked the drunk man's chest.
Ye Siming used 70% of his strength.
The drunk man flew backwards like an arrow from the string and fell into a sword-casting furnace.
Even my butt almost hit the hot pot!
He immediately fell and couldn't get up, and he wailed in pain: "Help, someone wants to kill me, please help me report to the official!"
The people who were watching just now all despised him.
"Bah! You're so embarrassed to shout for help. If this young master hadn't taken action, your wife would have been beaten to death by you! It's very bad!"
"I know this person, Yang Laoer, a gambler living at the end of the street! He will beat his wife all day long without ability! He will beat someone when he gets drunk!"
The drunk man woke up a little bit of alcohol, and he rolled back and forth in pain: "Don't you care about it anymore, you're going to kill someone, oh!"
Ye Siming walked to him with his sword in his arms, lowered his eyes and looked coldly: "I warn you, next time I see you hit a woman, I will hang you on the city wall and hang a corpse to show you!"
The drunk man heard the words and howled louder.
Ye Siming frowned impatiently and pushed the sword out of the scabbard a few inches: "I screamed a few times and stabbed a few blood holes."
The drunk man shut his mouth obediently.
He looked at Ye Siming, his eyes full of fear.
How come the boy in front of him looks like a bloodthirsty lunatic!
The woman who had just been beaten staggered to Ye Siming's side.
She hugged the boy's legs and begged: "Young hero... Thank you, I'm fine, please let my husband go."
Ye Siming turned his head and saw that she was beaten to the point of bruised face, so he even pleaded for his husband.
His eyes became even more indifferent.
Mortals' feelings are complex and stupid. Even though they are beaten, they ask others to let him go.
Gu Nuoer looked at him from a distance, sitting at the car door, shaking his feet, and was also puzzled.
"I was beaten so badly, this aunt still asks for love..."
The old coachman smiled and said, "The princess doesn't know yet. Now the trend of beating a wife is becoming more and more rampant! Many men will pull their wife to the street to beat her up and vent their anger when they encounter a bad situation.
These women didn't dare to report to the official position after being beaten, for fear of losing their husbands and being ridiculed by their parents' family. They were even more afraid of fighting back, and they beat their husbands to death and became widows. Their lives were difficult!"
Gu Nuoer blinked her clear eyes and looked at the woman begging Ye Siming in the distance.
In the end, Ye Siming seemed too lazy to care about her anymore, so he pulled out his boots and walked towards the carriage.
The little guy thought seriously.
Should I find an opportunity to help these bullied aunts?
Ye Siming returned to the carriage, and the wheels slowly turned again.
The boy hugged his arms and leaned on his rest.
His eyelashes drooped, making his already fair skin look handsome and cold.
Ye Siming heard Gu Nuoer's small body crawling next to him.
Then, a soft little hand gently touched his head.
Ye Siming opened his narrow eyes: "What are you doing?"
Gu Nuoer tilted her head and blinked her big eyes like grapes: "Give Brother Si Ming a good hair, don't be angry, I just did a great job."
Ye Siming sneered and turned his head to avoid her touch.