Naruto system rampages in another world

Yushui Town, Jinyi Inn.

The first floor was full of red-painted tables and chairs, and there were people everywhere, making the place lively and noisy.

There is an old storyteller in the empty space on the first floor, holding an allegro in his hand and spitting stars. Next to him is a young girl playing music with the erhu. The tables around are full of people drinking and having fun.

"...The one who killed him was called a dark sky. The mountains and rivers collapsed. How can one be so miserable? There were corpses all over the field. The majestic nine-pillar palace had been built for 3000 years. In one night, Even though not a single living thing has escaped, there is still blood turning into a sea, and resentment is billowing..."

The storyteller had a strange accent and a melody in his voice, which made the people below him beam with joy.

Also, whether it was Liang Wang or Jiuzhu Palace, it was a fight at the level of gods. They were too far away from the people below. No matter how many people died, it was just for everyone to talk about.

"Until, finally, King Liang's order came out, and all the teleportation talisman formations everywhere were closed. If anyone violated the rules, the nine tribes would be annihilated. The Nine Pillar Palace learned from the past, and all the forces in the North were as silent as a cicada..."

Zhao Tieming walked down the stairs, his eyes wandering downstairs, and soon his eyes were fixed on a corner.

A tall and majestic man, with short black hair standing on end, his face was as if carved with a knife, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, exuding an evil aura.

Next to him sat a little girl who looked like a jade sculpture, about eight or nine years old, sitting very honestly and motionless.

Zhao Tieming quickly went downstairs and walked over.

There was an eerie silence on the first floor.

The chopsticks in someone's hand fell on the table. A thin man with thick eyebrows stared at Zhao Tieming in stunned silence and said, "That person seems to be Zhao Tieming."

"He's not dead yet"

"How dare he show up in the city? He's dying. The Song family is looking for him all over the world..."

"I heard that he seemed to have stolen some treasure from the Song family. Song Bingjian, the manager of the Song family, led a large group of people to chase him..."

"Not only that, the Poison Hand was also invited... It stands to reason that he should have died a long time ago. How could it be..."

"Look, he is bowing, who is that man?"

"My benefactor, I bow to you by Zhao Tieming and thank you for saving my life." Zhao Tieming knelt on the ground respectfully and kowtowed three times.

Tantai Ming looked on boredly, and Qin Hao didn't bother to stop him. Although he never valued such false courtesy, the man in front of him was obviously the opposite of himself.

"sit"

Qin Hao waved his hand impatiently.

Zhao Tieming sat down politely. He looked at Qin Hao with extremely complicated eyes. On the one hand, he was sincerely grateful to Qin Hao for saving him. No matter what the other party's intention was, it was a fact that he saved his life; But on the other hand, Qin Hao's bloody and cruel method of killing those people still makes his heart palpitate when he thinks about it now.

This benefactor treated human life as nothing, which made Zhao Tieming always feel a little uncomfortable.

If I had to describe it, it would be how the Virgin and the Devil could sit at the same table, even if the Devil saved the Virgin's life.

Qin Hao glanced at Zhao Tieming, who was sitting upright. The twinkling look in his eyes allowed him to guess the awkwardness in the other person's heart. In fact, Qin Hao himself felt a little awkward.

On the one hand, this idiot is indeed stupid, but a guy who is willing to die for strangers is difficult to make people hate; but on the other hand, it is definitely difficult to make Qin Hao like him, because this kind of person's Qin Hao's outlook on life is completely opposite to that of Qin Hao. His existence simply negates the meaning of his life.

The more noble and great the other party is, the more narrow-minded, selfish and insignificant one will appear.

Fortunately, the opponent's strength is as weak as Zhazha's

Qin Hao cursed in his heart, snorted coldly, and flicked a spiritual stone in his hand towards the old storyteller, "The old man's story is very interesting. How about inviting us to have a drink together?"

If it weren't for Zhao Tieming's appearance, I'm afraid other people listening to the book would be unwilling. However, at this moment, everyone was in a strange mood, but no one said anything.

So, the old man happily picked up the spirit stone and walked over. Before he sat down, he asked the store for a bottle of good wine.

The waiter glanced at Qin Hao, saw him nodding, and immediately shouted: "Okay, a pot of fruit juice."

"Young Master, I don't know what you want to ask. Old man, I know everything." The old man smacked his mouth and looked at Qin Hao, his eyes never looking at Zhao Tieming from beginning to end.

He has become a mature man, and after talking so much about storytelling, he knows very well what can be said and what cannot be asked. It is best not to even look at it, otherwise he may die.

It's a pity that other people in the inn don't understand this truth. They all stare at Qin Hao's table either intensely or covertly.

Others quietly left the table, walked out of the inn, and immediately ran towards the Song family with excitement on their faces.

the same moment.

To the west of Yushui Town, in a dense forest 70 miles away.

A swarm of flies.

A dozen men in green uniforms were guarding the surroundings. One of them, a middle-aged man with a stern face, squatted down and played with an intact corpse.

"There wasn't a single wound on the body, but all the internal organs were shattered by the huge force. This force came out of the body and shattered the entire forest into dust."

Song Chengu's face was a little solemn: "It should be some kind of special psychic skill. One blow was fatal. As for the remaining people, they didn't even have the chance to react, and they exploded to death."

Next to Song Chengu stood a burly old man with silver hair. His pupils shrank slightly: "Old Fu's strength is not weak, and the person who can kill him with one blow must be at least the sixth level, or even It is possible to reach the sixth level of advanced level.”

"And a person with such strength would not come to a small place like ours in Yushui Town for no reason. He must be here for the purple jade slips. Damn it... We were so cautious and leaked the news to me. Check to see what went wrong."

Song Chengu nodded heavily, and then said: "The person should have escaped. What should we do next? Do we want to send the news back to our family?"

"Hey, that's all we can do." The old man sighed and said helplessly: "But if this happens, Xue'er's original idea of ​​following Miss Song Yu and joining the Tianqing Sect may not go so well. "

"What my father said is that Miss Song Yu of our family was appreciated by Ancestor Tianqing, so she directly accepted her as a retreat disciple, and promised to recruit three more children of the Song family to introduce the true inheritance. Originally, with Xue'er's qualifications and Zi Patterned jade slips are a sure thing, and the Chongqing River lineage can soar to the sky, but now..."

Song Chengu was so angry that his teeth were itching.

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