Power Instructor

Imperial Capital, Heishui Street, upstairs Hanxing.

Two people, with four eyes staring at the opposite full-flowered building, the quiet and silent street, occasionally walked over to a patrolling mysterious squad, which was light footsteps, without any sound, this glorious and lively city in the past, Now it seems to be a dead city.

Even though the number of mysterious demons in the imperial capital is more than the number of humans in the former imperial capital, these mysterious demons are terribly quiet, like a wandering soul one by one.

"It is said that this Hanxing Building was the gathering place for the talents of the imperial capital. Now my eldest lady and I are sitting here, and suddenly I feel like I have become more literary, haha~~" The man was hearty while drinking tea. laughing out loud.

The purple-clothed woman on the side felt that her aura was much stronger than that of the man. She also took a sip of tea, and then said slowly: "The mysterious demon broke the city and entered the imperial capital for a slaughter. The first to be slaughtered and clean is those who have no hands. A strong literary talent, are you going to be a talented person?"

"Don't do that."

The man chuckled, "The subordinates are just thinking about it like this. In fact, the subordinates disdain these literary talents. They don't have much skill. They are just some sour talents, which is not worth mentioning."

The purple-clothed woman turned to the opposite Manhualou and said, "The reason why those literary talents like to gather on this Hanxing Tower is probably to see the girls upstairs. You see Manhualou. Is the platform on which you are on? During the heyday of Manhualou, prostitutes or singular people sang and danced on that platform every day to attract guests. This Hanxing Building was originally the best visual location on the south side of the city. You can eat and drink here, and you can watch the opposite performance for free. Why not do it. I guess the talents gathered here were not in the mood to make poetry? Those are just a group of hypocritical clowns."

The man laughed, "Miss, I suddenly thought that if the kid came to this world at the time of Emperor Ming's heyday, would he be a genius like those acid talents?"

The purple-clothed woman frowned and did not answer.

The man didn't have to get an answer. He just wanted to make a conversation. Then he said, "You said, is that kid really here?"

He stared in the direction of Manxianglou.

"It's him in all likelihood." The purple-clothed woman nodded, "The person who can kill Bai Fengxi so quietly, there are not many people on the Profound Realm Continent that can do it, so I just First thought of Ling Chi."

"If it is really him, are you confident, Miss?"

"No."

The purple-clothed woman's answer was very simple, "Even if I am a saint, and I have the inheritance of the Dao Demon, it is still unknown that I may not be able to beat him. He... is too powerful."

"In that case, isn't it dangerous if we wait for him to come out here?"

"not dangerous."

The purple-clothed woman shook her head and said, "He is powerful, but after all, he can't stand the crowd."

"We, there are not many people!"

The woman "slapped" and put a strange conch-like object on the table. The man's expression changed when he saw it, "This is... the magic wing horn?"

The woman nodded.

The man took a deep breath, and then looked at the woman expectantly, and said with a smile: "Miss, in this way, in the future, will your master give you the control of the imperial capital?"

"Maybe!" The woman shook her head and said, "I just became a saint and got the inheritance of the Dao Demon. This does not mean that I can do whatever I want in this imperial capital. In a few days I will go to Heaven to see the emperor. My heart is unpredictable, and I don’t know what kind of result it will be."

The man shrugged helplessly, the king's heart was unpredictable, and he was afraid of facing Emperor Xuantian.

Then, the purple-clothed woman said: "According to the news I got, I'm afraid An Wang's two daughters are also here."

The man regretted and said, "Wouldn't Wang An be going to endure?"

"Maybe..." The purple-clothed woman groaned for a while and said, "Junqing, do you regret it?"

"I do not regret."

The man replied decisively, "As long as I can rescue Brother An, even if I want to slaughter the world, even if I want to be scolded by everyone, even if I want to carry a lifetime infamy, I will not hesitate to Ye Junqing."

Then the man was silent, and the woman stopped talking, as if thinking about their own thoughts.

Suddenly a gust of wind blows and blows away the woman's hair. It was a comfortable thing for Hanxing to drink tea upstairs, but at this time she couldn't feel relieved, her brows frowned, and she didn't seem to enjoy herself at all. . It was eighteen years in a flash. For the past eighteen years, there has been a mysterious demon around her. As long as there is a mysterious demon, the air around her will be stenchy, and this smell cannot be used for eighteen years after all.

She slandered in her heart that Xuanmo was the dirtiest species in the world, like rotten garbage.

But, isn't he one of these rotten garbage?

Another gust of wind came, Ye Jialuo was drinking tea originally, but at this time he did not focus on the smelly wind, but instead his eyes fell on the gate of Manhualou, which opened. A man walked out from inside and walked to Heishui Street.

At this time, there was no mysterious demon patrolling in Heishui Street. If a mysterious demon saw it, he would be shocked. This man walked onto the street in a swaggering manner. This is the land of the mysterious demon. Isn't this coming for death?

This person is naturally Ling Chi.

Ling Chi raised his head, looked upstairs at Hanxing Building, and smiled: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Upstairs Han Xing, the woman nodded and said, "It's an hour."

Ling Chi smiled and said, "Blam me, this slow entry has made you wait for a long time, are you drinking?"

"Drink tea."

"You see, this is a guest from afar, and I'm thirsty along the way, can you buy me a cup of tea?"

"Come up."

Ling Chi was not polite, and directly boarded the Hanxing Tower and sat down in front of the man and woman. However, after looking at the tea they were drinking, Ling Chi shook his head and took out a bottle of wine in Qiankun's bag. He took out a bag of peanuts, unwrapped the mouth of the bag, slowly rolled it down, and flattened it, and said to the woman: "It's boring to drink tea. I invite you to drink. This is drunk immortal brew. This is not from your Profound Realm mainland. The product is from the mortal world, and it was given to me by a guy named Mingjing. You can't miss it."

As he said, he poured out the tea in the woman's cup, poured a cup of drunk fairy brew, and then poured a cup of it himself. As for the man next to the woman, he was directly ignored.

"Hey~~"

After taking a sip of wine and eating a few peanuts, he smiled and looked at the woman in front of him, and said with a smile: "Aren't you dead?"

Generally speaking, when you meet in this way, it is estimated that everyone will be angry after the change, but the woman is not angry, and has a sip of wine and a few peanuts, and then asks: "When did I die?"

"Haha~~"