C17

Every youth liked to pretend to be mature, and when he was really old, he would miss his youth and his insolence.

Spirit is the latter, while Zhu Yue is the former. The combination happened to be a circle, so they went out.

Feng Yueqi was so solicitous that he recommended seven places to Zhu Yue. In the end, he even praised both Moon and Spirit were a perfect match made in heaven.

The result of flattering was naturally being kicked by a horse. Zhu Yue raged and was about to smash the shop.

Feng Jian was scared out of his wits. In addition to being guilty, he was also apologizing.

"This lady is so impressive. Master Feng, where's your cultivation?" "Haha …"

Another one who didn't take it to heart came. Being a distinguished person in the imperial capital could make a lot of money. However, no one could bear the temper of these young masters and young misses. The one who could hear the sound of their conversation was a regular customer here. His cultivation base was not high, but every time he came, he would have at least three Soul Sword bodyguards by his side. As for why he was here? I don't see him doing anything serious, either.

He was the self-proclaimed number one young master of the Demonic Clan, the arrogant descendant of his clan. His father was Lang Ning, a Mage with a high cultivation base. His real name was Liu Da, but he added a "hi" in the middle for the reason that it seemed like his "Da" was innately born.

Compared to Zhu Yue, this identity was thousands of miles away. Feng Jian didn't want to bother with him. This guy was too stingy, and he often got into fights here.

"Should I let Miss Zhu fix him?" The countless grievances of the wise have long seen that the spirit is a hard character. He was on the verge of death when he arrived, but two days later, he was still full of vigor and vitality. It was obvious that he was a rich man from the Golden City with a secret technique.

Lang Kuang, who was dressed in brocade clothes, dragged the four Soul Sword cultivators into the crowd's field of vision. On the second level of Sword Management, he could be considered quite handsome. He had a well-proportioned body, but his skin was a bit darker. When he saw that Zhu Yue was pretty, he immediately changed his words. "I say, it's not fair. How do you do things? The matters of pretty girls are all major matters."

Feng Jian's eyes turned black, and he decided not to speak.

Zhu Yue was burning with anger. 'Aren't you courting death by coming over here?' She narrowed her eyes and smiled at him.

Lang took a few arrogant and vulgar steps forward. "Does this young lady have a companion?" He glanced at Ling Jun with a cold expression, "Drag this brat out and beat him up."

Zhu Yue twirled her right index finger, laughed and said, "Come here."

"Lang Kui immediately spread out his hands and signaled for them not to move for the time being." "Forget it, forget it. He seems quite obedient." He raised his head and puffed out his chest, flicked his sleeves and walked towards Zhu Yue. "His head was still shaking in search of praise." There are no women in the capital that I am unable to deal with. Even if they are rich and powerful, they should stay by my side. " He had such confidence. "Firstly, he relied on his father as a mage and his large family." It's not like we have no relatives in the capital. "

Secondly, there were no experts in the outer regions of the capital. Mages, swordsmen, and other unofficial personnel were all regarded as traitors and hunted down as soon as they saw one. Out of the four Soul Sword cultivators beside him, two of them were close to breaking through to the spirit sword. With them protecting him, what was there to be afraid of?

Lang Kuang had just taken three steps away from his bodyguard when he felt a black shadow flash past him, followed by a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. Hong, his body was supported by his four bodyguards.

"Who, who the f * * k hit me?" "He struggled to shake off his bodyguard and looked around before his gaze landed on Ling Jun." "Go, annihilate him."

The four people behind didn't dare to move. Who dares to smash this place? Too much. They had all experienced Zhu Yue's movement technique. Who dared to move?

They didn't move. Zhu Yue was moving, her hands were clinking together. Step by step, he walked towards Lang Dong.

Lang Kuang finally realized that she was the one who had hit him just now. Violent women, I like them. He straightened his clothes. She revealed a carefree smile. "Young lady wishes to kiss me …" Bang! Before he could finish, he was hit again. He had already landed at the door.

"You guys are dead, a bunch of trash." Lon shouted. Another punch to his body. He landed on the street.

His four bodyguards had already disappeared, and he covered his face as he sighed, "Miss, it's enough." He just said it in his mind, but he didn't say it out loud.

When Zhu Yue left her room, she still wanted to beat him up, but she was stopped by Ling Yu. He dragged them into the crowd.

"Let me go, I'm going to kill him." Zhu Yue struggled as hard as she could, and all the anger she felt for Feng Yu was transferred to him.

Ling Jun loosened his grip and said, "Is this the beautiful world that you spoke of?"

Zhu Yue gently rubbed her wrist, and said in a low voice, "Where are you from?"

Ling Jun smiled and said, "You are now a fugitive, so don't use the Zhu Family to scare us."

Zhu Yue suddenly covered her mouth, "Isn't it all because of you?!" Besides, even if I'm a fugitive, I'm still a fugitive from the Zhu Family. It's not your turn to teach me a lesson. " Her anger rose again.

Ling Jie spread out his hands helplessly, "Very good, let's go our separate ways."

"If you want to leave, then leave, I'm afraid you won't win!" Don't expect me to save you from injury in the future. " Zhu Yue left with a heavy atmosphere, disappearing in a flash.

Ling Du scratched her head in disappointment but felt much more relaxed. He walked alone to a drugstore. He still had some gold he had stolen from the mine in the Earthen City. He was going to buy some medicinal pills and other necessities.

When paying the bill, the pill shop owner saw that the bottom layer of the gold that Ling Du had given him had been cut off, and immediately understood the origins of these things, so he said: "Today, in the evening, in the north of the city, in Green Forest, there will be a clean auction. I think young master will like it. "

There's still the Cleansing Club, isn't it the same as before? Ling Jun also had some things he needed to do. He thanked the boss and left for the Western Mountain.

Cleansing Club, as the name implies, was a place to sell stolen goods. It doesn't matter if your stuff is stolen or stolen, or a family heirloom. As long as you want to get out of it, then cleanliness is the best place. The token of his affection, the Glazed Scepter, which he gave to Duro back then was obtained from the Cleansing Meeting.

The clean house near the imperial capital would definitely have some good stuff. No matter when, the home of the rich would always be a paradise for the bandits.

He had been controlling his speed northwards all the way until he finally dared to arrive at the eleventh hour. What surprised him was that Green Forest Cleansing would be the same as it was a thousand years ago. After meeting an old friend, they now came to a familiar place. The only difference was that he was missing Du Ruo.

She remembered the first time she came here was when Du Ruo forced herself to hide behind her master's back. At that time, he was nineteen years old, a pinnacle swordmaster. Du Ruyi, early stage Magus. He had spent all his fortune buying the Glazed Scepter.

Revisit the old place, the old people are no longer. The spirits were filled with an indescribable melancholy and heartache.

Within the dark forest, there was a small path filled with flames. Passersby on the road crowded into groups. He was the only one left. A thousand years alone, why would he be filled with anticipation? What was he looking forward to in exchange? His master had betrayed him, and his friends had destroyed his country. His wife had died under his sword. Right now, there was nothing he could hope for other than revenge.

Right. Revenge. Revenge. Ling Du's expression relaxed as he walked towards the depths of the forest where the white light was emitting from. Those were the flames that prophesied innocence. Burning in the dark night would make one even more fascinated. Maybe a lot of people want to wash off not the loot but themselves.