"Osmanthus cake~"
Every now and then, street vendors with their shoulder poles interspersed among the crowd on the main road.
Zhang Feng glanced a few times, but since he wasn't hungry, he continued walking.
It was just at this moment.
"Mom, I want to eat that!"
A girl of about seven or eight, upon seeing the osmanthus cake, started to joyfully run towards it.
At this moment, a knight riding on a tall horse was chatting with a friend riding alongside him and didn't notice.
"Neigh~"
Simultaneously, the girl ran past the horse's front, and the scent of her mother's powder on her startled the horse.
Clip-clop—
The horse's front hooves lifted, suddenly rearing back, almost losing control and about to trample the nearby pedestrians.
"Watch out!" Seeing this scene, the bandit suddenly took a few steps forward, grabbed the reins with one hand to calm the horse, and pushed two pedestrians aside with the other, then protectively held the frightened girl in his arms.
