The little person's eyes brightened slightly upon hearing this, and she couldn't help but look up at her two Brothers.
Seeing this, Hao'er revealed a smile of affectionate endearnt, reached out and touched her little head, and said, "If Yue'er wants it, then let's buy it!" As he spoke, he saw Chen'er next to him also staring at the clay figurines, so he said to the peddler, "Make them look like them, and give them each one." "Okay, just a mont," the peddler said with delight, and imdiately started to mould the clay figurines after their appearances using various coloured clay.
Before long, a little clay figurine wearing a pink dress with two small buns on top of its head was ready. The peddler handed it over with a smile, saying, " Here, little girl, this is yours." Looking at the lifelike little clay figure, Yue'er smiled happily, "It really looks like ! It's a little !" She looked up at Hao'er and asked, "Big Brother, don't you want it?" Hao'er shook his head, "Big Brother doesn't want it." After a while, the peddler handed the other clay figure to Chen'er and said, "Here, this one is yours." Chen'er took it. Although his little face looked like that of a young adult, it was hard to hide his joy. He held it carefully and looked at it closely, and found that it really looked like him.
Hao'er paid the money and then took them away, saying, "Big Brother will take you to eat sothing! After you eat, if you want to go for a walk, Big Brother will accompany you again." "Yue'er wants a chicken leg," Yue'er said happily, holding Hao'er's hand.
"Okay," Hao'er said, looking at Muchen next to them and asking, "Where's Chen'er?" "I'm fine with anything," the little one said, showing that he wasn't picky eaters.
The three children, dressed in extraordinary and exquisite clothes, were very eye-catching as they walked down the street, but they themselves didn't know it. They walked and wandered until they arrived at an upscale restaurant.
At the corner of the street, a few people leaning against the wall and eating lon seeds glanced at each other, revealed an evil smile, and then continued to stare outside the restaurant.
"Those three children really are exceptionally good-looking, and I saw that they weren't followed by any adults or escorts," one of them said.
"These three kids don't look like they're from ordinary families. Judging from the quality of their clothes, I'd say they're probably from wealthy families. Do we really want to pick these people? Besides, the oldest one looks almost ten years old! He's too old to be kidnapped." The other man hesitated.
"Hey, these three kids are obviously from elsewhere. There are no adults around, and they look so delicate and pretty. If we abduct them, we can definitely sell them for a good price," said the man in charge, his eyes flickering as he made his calculations: " Forget the eldest one, she's too old and sensible to be resold. But the two younger ones, with their delicate looks, will definitely be snapped up." "But if they really are the children of so wealthy family, wouldn't it be difficult to trace them..." The other man was still a bit worried.
"Hmph!" The man glanced at him and said, "In our line of work, who cares about being traced? You have to take risks to earn this kind of money. What can you accomplish by being timid?" After being lectured, the man couldn't help but lower his head and asked in a low voice, "So how are we going to do it?" "I'll figure it out." The man in charge grinned, his small eyes darting about.
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