The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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Xiji and his companions found out the time and went out when the ceremony was almost about to start, accompanied by several carefully selected guards. Even though they were dressed casually, they could not hide their aura of wealth.

Maggie personally watched Xiji leave. When she saw him leaving with Mo Shu, a determined smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but it quickly disappeared.

The group arrived at the street. Both sides of the road were already filled with passers-by waiting for the parade to begin. Even the restaurants on both sides were filled with elegant seats reserved by dignitaries.

Seeing this scene, Xiji even felt that it was comparable to the concerts held by those stars in his previous life.

Young Master, do you need to book a private room now? The guard who followed Xiji out looked at the huge crowds of people around him, frowned slightly, and asked Xiji.

Xiji looked around and felt that it was a bit crowded. Although he was not a very squeamish person, it was undoubtedly good to have a good position where he could see more clearly.

So he nodded, agreeing to the guard's suggestion.

After receiving the instructions, the guard told the other guards and left his side, heading towards the nearby restaurants, presumably to find a seat.

However, before the guard found a seat and came back, the parade of flower cars began. First, a group of women in cool red clothes led the way, scattering flower petals, with drums and music playing. Behind it followed a sedan chair that required sixteen people to carry. The sedan chair was surrounded by gauze, and a woman with a good figure could be vaguely seen from inside.

She danced ambiguously on it, instantly heating up the atmosphere on the street.

As the atmosphere around him became more and more lively, Xiji was also infected by it. When he came to his senses, he found that the crowded crowd had separated him from the guards.

Chapter 43 Rescue

The moment Xiji realized that he was separated from his guards, he was still a little confused.

Soon, Xiji was pushed out by the crowd around him. He didn't care where the guards went. He could only try hard to steady himself to avoid being knocked to the ground and becoming the protagonist of the stampede.

At this moment, Xiji realized that something was wrong around him, as if someone was approaching him, but he soon thought that it was an illusion because the crowd was too crowded.

During this time, Xiji had been squeezed from the innermost part of the crowd to the outermost part, close to the households. Looking at the crowd in front of him, Xiji was still a little confused. How did he get squeezed out?

Just as he was struggling over whether to squeeze back in and watch the rest of the performance, someone suddenly covered his mouth from behind and dragged him backwards.

He covered his hands and smelled the stinky sweat. If his mouth hadn't been covered, he would have retched.

Xiji began to struggle hard, but his kidnappers were very strong. His struggles were like a kitten's claws in front of the kidnappers and could not be shaken at all.

What made Xiji despair was that the crowd in front of him was still partying alone, as if they hadn't noticed that he had been kidnapped.

Xiji could only watch as the street scene became farther and farther away, until he was finally dragged into a dark alley.

After those people brought him in, the person who had been holding him said rudely: Damn it, we finally caught him, what should we do now?

Let's leave here first. The people around him will definitely react soon.