As a descendant of Nuwa, what’s wrong with having a little skill?

Feng Liqi turned around sadly, leaving the boss at a loss for a moment, especially as several young men glared at him as if he had done something bad.

The boss is very innocent. He just attracts customers as usual. If the customers don't buy, why should he look down on himself?

"Humph, I don't understand the style. I didn't notice that the young lady came out wearing Hanfu. She didn't bring her mobile phone or wallet. Give me a bunch of your rock candy strawberries and I'll give it to that young lady!" A man stood on the road. The young people nearby stood up and spoke out.

After confirming the young man's payment with a straight face, the boss said, "Thank you for your patronage, but I have enabled face payment here. You can also use face payment without bringing any money. Are you sure they really want it!"

The young man was choked. Maybe he really seemed to be in love, but if you don't show your attentiveness to get to know such a beautiful girl, otherwise you will really miss her if you miss her.

The young man took the rock candy strawberry and chased after Feng Liqi's leaving figure. The other boys who were a step slower couldn't help but sigh. The speed was too slow. The opportunity may have been missed. It's a pity. I used to talk about Douyin. All beauties wear filters, and it is impossible for such a beautiful girl to appear now.

As a result, girls with their own filters appeared in reality, and they didn’t seize the opportunity. How stupid they were!

Feng Liqi didn't notice the thoughts of these people. She heard a pleasant sound of the piano. She hadn't heard such beautiful music for a long time, and she couldn't help but walk towards the place where the sound of the piano sounded.

It is also funny to say that other ancient demon gods either have the power to reach the sky or have superior martial arts, but Nuwa, as a demon clan, is known as the mother of the human race. As a descendant, she can only play with rocks and mud, and can also play music.

In fact, Feng Liqi is also very satisfied. At any rate, she has been pretending to be dead and is still alive. The other descendants can't do anything. They also like to show up blindly and sacrifice their bodies to heaven whenever they encounter human beings in crisis.

Feng Liqi felt that he probably had the blood of the Turtle clan in his bloodline. It was impossible to offer sacrifices to the heavens, and it would never be possible to offer sacrifices to the heavens. Anyway, if something happened, just hide away. Now the human race is the offspring of the way of heaven, no matter how many difficulties they encounter. They won't become extinct. On the other hand, they, haha, are about to disappear even if they pretend to be dead.

Feng Lixi walked to the center of the crowd unknowingly. There was a group of girls in Hanfu performing in the square. They played, played, and sang. They had all kinds of musical instruments. Everyone cooperated in a tacit understanding. Every girl had her eyes closed and was immersed in the music. Here, passers-by either stopped to admire, or slowed down and stopped talking.

Everyone will try their best not to disturb them. These girls are students majoring in the nearby music conservatory. They are lucky to be able to hear such a level of performance for free.

Feng Liqi tapped the time gently. He didn't know who wrote this piece of music. Feng Liqi suddenly remembered the description in a poem of big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate. It was probably this kind of feeling that would make people get goosebumps.

Feng Liqi pouted slightly. It was no wonder that Heaven regarded human beings as its favorites. After all, the group of demons and immortals who opened up the earth were either filling up the sky and filling up the sea, or creating plagues and floods.

Only human beings have been creating, creating beauty and miracles. Even if there are individual saboteurs, they are far behind in terms of their destructive power.

Children who make small mistakes will be forgiven, let alone children like humans who are quick to ignore them in the blink of an eye.

Feng Liqi had just finished lamenting the fate of all races when a red strawberry skewer with rock sugar was handed to Feng Liqi, "Little sister, please..."

A shout interrupted the young man's attentive remarks, and they all looked over with frowns.

Feng Liqi: Uh-huh? Someone actually invited me to eat strawberries with rock sugar, and the strawberries that reached my mouth flew away again?

"Who asked you to perform here? Don't you know this is where we dance in the square?" An aunt in red clothes rushed out and yelled at the little girls, followed by seven or eight aunts in the same style of clothes. .

"You are so young and dressed up so beautifully. Who knows if you want to be a showman or a prostitute? In ancient times, you were either an actress or a flower girl!" said the aunt with a matchmaker mole on the left corner of her mouth in a snarky tone.

As soon as Matchmaker Mole said this, the crowd of people watching didn't know who laughed out loud. They didn't know whether they were laughing at Matchmaker Mole's nonsense or supporting what Auntie said.

But Matchmaker Mole Aunt thought that the person who laughed was thinking what she said, so she smiled proudly.

"That's right, you should be smart and leave as soon as possible. If my granddaughter wears clothes like this and runs around on the street, I won't break her legs and take her to a mental hospital for a checkup!"

The girls stopped playing music because of the appearance of the aunts. The timid girl was already packing her instruments immediately, but because of the aunt's words, the leading girl couldn't help but refute.

"Auntie, this is a community square. You said this is where you dance in the square. Do you have approval from the community street or the urban management?"

"Hey, little girl, please ask the neighbors here if this is the place where we dance square dance. We come here every day. Today, you have occupied us. If you are interested, please leave quickly. If not, don't blame us for being rude to you. !" The matchmaker Mole immediately jumped out and shouted to the leading girl. Not to mention her big and thick appearance, she really scared a group of weak little girls back a few steps.

"An Yan, why don't we leave first? We've already practiced for half an hour today. Let's practice in a different place another day!" The obedient-looking girl behind the leading girl quietly tugged on the hem of the girl's skirt.

Qiao Anyan shook her head, "No, if they come here and say that this is where they dance in the square, we just need to get out of the way. They come up so cruelly, say that we are from a brothel, and run away without saying a word. I can't swallow this." Tone!”

"But we can't beat them!" the good girl said in a low voice. This situation is when a scholar encounters a soldier who has no reason to explain, and confronts the aunts. The aunts are foul-mouthed. They are just a group of little girls. They are not allowed to say dirty words. They are civilized and martial. You will suffer losses every time you fight.

"There is a security booth over there. You go find the police. The rest is up to me!" Qiao Anyan pushed the good girl, puffed up her chest and took two steps forward.

"You guys have been dancing here for so long that it belongs to you? Does that mean that if I set up a tent in front of your house and live there for ten days and a half, the public stall in your building will be mine?"

"Hahaha..." Qiao Anyan's words made the onlookers burst into laughter, and some applauded. Many young men saw a group of beauties in ancient costumes, and couldn't help but support and said, "That's right, aunt, according to your words, I think you The money looks familiar, does it belong to me too?"

"Yes, yes, what kind of society is this? Everyone says you can dress freely, but you are still binding your feet. Whoever is reincarnated as your granddaughter is really pitiful. He will be either lame or crazy!"

"That's right, aunt, you're still missing your arms and legs. If someone else is a flower girl, you're immoral and you'll have to be dipped in a pig cage!"

Young people helped young people. With the support of a group of people, the aunts were retreating steadily. Qiao Anyan straightened her back. She said that the aunts could not do anything to her. It seemed a bit redundant to ask Xiaoting to go to the police!