Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

"Slay the dragon?" Yun Ci asked, "Why did they kill the dragon?"

"A drop of blood can increase longevity and cultivation, and a piece of scale melted into a weapon can increase its level. Why do you think they want to slay the dragon?"

The male cultivator seemed to have just noticed Yun Ci. He turned into a black mist and the next moment his figure was already close to the position next to Yun Ci.

Everyone was shocked as the male face-sculpting man was almost approaching Yun Ci.

From this distance, the faces seen by the eyes are a bit ugly. The powder on the male cultivator's face fell off, revealing the white porcelain-like skin underneath. If you look carefully, the facial features on his face are all beautiful, even with the makeup. Very strange.

In contrast, Yun Ci's eyebrows were cold, and the black demon mark was like the color dyed in the snow on the pine. The fall of the flower of the high mountain was the most exciting.

He had already changed the subject and said: "The demonic energy in you is so familiar... like... an old friend of mine."

"Then you may have made a mistake."

The male cultivator finally stepped away, reached out and took off the red flowers from his ears, and tied them on Yun Ci's head.

It's a bit funny, but it feels like I personally destroyed the beauty of the cold beauty in front of me.

This scene seemed to please him, and he laughed: "I did admit my mistake, he can't be here."

"Nice to meet you today, little nun."

The male cultivator smiled and disappeared into a black mist.

Only the red flower on Yun Ci's head showed the fact that he had been here.

When you are outside, the walls have ears.

Several people suppressed their questions, but heard people at the other table secretly ask: "...Is this demonic energy a bit like Lord Demon?"

The people at the same table didn't care: "You must admit your mistake. Mr. Demon Lord is so busy, why did he come to this small town?"

"Hmm...too."

Except for Yun Ci, who was expressionlessly taking off the flower on his head, the other five people's pupils were shaking: What, that male cultivator just now was Demon Lord Feng Nantian? !

No, is Mo Xiu’s current aesthetic so advanced?

Do not understand.

Yun Ci put the flowers on the table, stood up, and said softly: "Let's go."

Several people hurriedly followed Yun Ci's footsteps, and in a tacit understanding they did not ask where Yun Ci was going.

Anyway, no matter where I go now, I won't be as shocked as I was when I was suspected of confronting the Demon Lord just now.

Oh, it’s too early to talk.

Several people squatted on the roof, endured it for a long time, and then spoke.

"Sister, what are we doing?"

In broad daylight, I squatted on the roof of another house, which was still a bit dilapidated. I was a little afraid that this poor family would be worsened by the collapse of the beams.

"Didn't you see, he's following Mr. Storyteller?"

They followed the storyteller all the way, and they didn't know whether the storyteller was too lazy to pay attention to them or because they simply didn't feel it, but they successfully followed him to his house.

They even managed to squat on the roof of someone else's house together.

The storyteller lives in a very remote place. The surrounding area is dilapidated and no one lives there. It is said that there is no one in the city anymore. Maybe this is just someone else's house that the storyteller randomly found.

Yanqu moved his feet to avoid the broken tiles next to him, with a puzzled look on his face: "Does following him have anything to do with our investigation of the medicine man?"

Yun Ci: "No."

Everyone was even more puzzled.

Yun Ci only stared at the storyteller below, who was slowly and difficultly moving out a water tank that was half a person tall.

He picked up the snow-white steamed bun next to him and placed it on the mouth of the water tank.

A thin and small hand stretched out from inside, quickly grabbed the steamed bun and retracted it.

Ming Xi noticed: "Human?"

He is still a mortal child without any cultivation.

"How strange..." Yun Ci murmured, "I can't feel the demonic energy on his body, but he is already very old. How could he live so long without demonic aura and cultivation?"

Ming Xi: "?" How did I fail to follow my senior sister's thinking? Who is the passionate Taoist?

Everyone then looked over intently and realized at a glance that this storyteller was really old and had no spiritual roots or cultivation.

They are all the same mortals as the children in the vat.

Compared to the mortals who have no cultivation but are old as if they were skeleton spirits, what is even more strange is that two mortals survived well in this world of demon cultivators.

"Old man."

Yun Ci made a loud noise, which frightened the storyteller and quickly covered the water tank and looked over.

Yun Ci stood on his roof dressed in red, and there were five people squatting next to him. What was more conspicuous was the demon mark on their foreheads.

Before he could speak, what Yanqu and the others were worried about finally happened.

There was only a click, and several people fell to the ground together with the roof.

Because they could not use their spiritual power, several people fell into disgrace and looked at each other silently in the dusty scene.

Even the people hiding in the water tank couldn't help but poke their heads out to take a look.

She is a little girl with a clean but thin face, with dry grass-like hair tied into a bun, and only one pair of lively eyes.

Yun Ci stood up, held a talisman in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "What is your intention of hiding a mortal?"

"I……"

"No! Big sister! No!" The little girl in the tank knocked over the water tank in desperation and blocked the storyteller.

Yun Ci did not move, staring straight into the storyteller's eyes: "You know that you are looking for a mortal outside, but you still hide one in your home. What are your intentions?"

As he spoke, the talisman in his hand shot out.

Unexpectedly, the girl suddenly ran towards the talisman, and the storyteller shouted with a trembling voice: "Xiaoyu!"

The talisman was attached to Xiaoyu's body, and evil aura rose to the sky. The storyteller knelt on the ground and kowtowed frantically: "Please, adults, let Xiao Yu go, she is just a child, please..."

That talisman is just an imitation talisman, used to bluff people.

Xiaoyu was fine at all, he was just frightened and fainted by the sudden black gas coming out of his body.

The storyteller was still kowtowing and begging for mercy, with blood at the corner of his mouth: "Please, sir, please let her go..."

"It's so strange, why do you want to plead for her?"

"she……"

The storyteller was stopped by Ming Xi and Lu Ze who couldn't bear it. Lu Ze felt his pulse, and after a moment he was shocked and said: "How did you live for thousands of years without spiritual pulse?!"

The pulse in his hand was weak and turned out to be a dead vein.

"I..." the storyteller was speechless, but only looked at Yun Ci, "Please, sir, let Xiao Yu go. I know I don't have much left to live, and you don't like her, but I can change her, and I am willing." .”

"Let her go? Okay." Yun Ci motioned to Lu Lingyou to pick up the little girl, "Then tell me."

Yun Ci sat on the ground in front of the storyteller, propped up his chin and said, "Then tell me the real story of Dragon Hunting City."

The storyteller was stunned: "I was already in the teahouse just now..."

"But that's false, isn't it? The fact that you can live to this day proves that the story you told about killing a dragon for immortality is false, doesn't it?" Ignoring the shocked looks of several people, Yun Ci said slowly, "You It’s that fisherman…”

"Tell me, tell me the real story of you and the dragon."