Cultivation No.1 Dating Agency

The situation in Linbei City is no better than that in Beiyang City.

Lao Mao's ancestral kitchen knife has not been used for cutting vegetables for a long time, and now his daily life is to cut people, and every time he cuts a person, his skin will be torn apart and his flesh will be wiped out in ashes.

He and Feng Niang lived longer than ordinary people, so they were worried about attracting criticism. Five years after they got married, they sold the Linjiang Mansion and traveled around the world as their home.If it weren't for Bai Ji's letter to describe the current situation, I'm afraid that when they want to go back to Linbei City to have a look, I'm afraid there will be no such place in Linbei City long ago.

Thinking of this, looking at these despicable and cruel ghosts in front of him, Lao Mao's hands became more and more violent, and no one dared to approach him for a while.

"Tweety!" Lao Mao wiped the blood splashed on his face with his hands, and turned to look at Feng Niang who was just sticking behind him, "Are you afraid?"

Feng Niang was still wearing her favorite red dress, she raised her head and showed a bright smile to Lao Mao: "Don't be afraid!"

"Okay!" Lao Mao laughed loudly, "After I kill these evil spirits, I will make you some meat, eat it to your heart's content!"

Feng Niang raised her sleeve and wiped the sweat off Lao Mao's forehead, her eyes and hearts were all about this person, and she didn't care about the crisis around her.

"Oh, my lady boss!" An ax directly split the head of Moxiu in front of him. Seeing this scene, the still thin and small white hair hurriedly covered his face with the ax, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Lao Mao hugged Niang Feng in his arms with a silly smile, and with the kitchen knife in his other hand, he cut the two demon cultivators in front of him into four.

The knife is precise, and if it is weighed, these four parts must be of average weight.

However, after all, it is hard to fight with two fists and four hands. They are almost chasing and killing demon cultivators, and the fish that slip through the net that they don't care about will become angry and attack ordinary mortals who are not protected by Lao Mao and others.

Although this group of demon cultivators are not high-level, they are still more than enough to fight against ordinary mortals. They are so numerous that they have the upper hand for a while.

"what--"

A red-eyed demon with a sinister smile picked out a young woman from the crowd of mortals who had no time to hide. He dragged the young woman by her hair and dragged her to the middle of the road, looking at the old Mao who was blocked by other demons. .

He raised the scimitar in his hand high!

"Look at it!" The demon cultivator shouted hoarsely, with a hideous expression on his face, "Let me see who you can save!"

Lao Mao's eyes were wide open, and the movements of his hands were almost too fast to see clearly, but the group of demon cultivators were determined not to let him approach.

Moxiu, who was holding a scimitar in his hand, had gloomy eyes, and the scimitar in his hand sank down suddenly!

The young woman had already fainted from fright, so naturally she didn't see the scimitar stop abruptly when it was only a few inches away from her.

One hand held the back of the scimitar, but the other hand that belonged to the same owner buried the head of the demon cultivator.

The owner of the hand took the machete very easily, and when the other hand was pulled out, it was clean and not stained with blood.

The people around looked at the young man who appeared out of nowhere in front of him in horror. The young man hugged the fainted woman expressionlessly, and placed her in the hands of the trembling family members beside him.

Seeing the panic in these people's eyes, the boy said unnaturally, "It's all right."

There was no slight ups and downs in the voice.

But surprisingly reassuring.

Feng Niang recognized the young man at a glance, and said in surprise, "Ah Zhen?"

Ah Zhen raised his head and faced Feng Niang from afar, nodded lightly, did not exchange too many greetings, and said directly: "I brought a magic weapon, which can protect the safety of the entire Linbei City people."

In the Qiankun Palace in the upper heaven, Dijun and others looked at the Milky Way star map in front of them, and the golden stars on it gradually lit up, and it was faintly visible in the shape of a dragon.

"Only the longan is left." Dijun raised his finger to the slightly dim star on the longan.

Hu Chi leaned over to see that Longan was located in the capital city. The situation in the capital city was complicated, and there were many mortal monks. Naturally, the demon cultivators going there were not of low-level cultivation like Linbei City and Beiyang City.

"How about I go to the capital?" Hu Chi volunteered.

The emperor glanced at him: "The celestial immortals cannot interfere with the affairs of the lower realms."

Hu Chi rolled his eyes: "What's the use of waiting for the longan to be ordered?"

"This dragon is the mortal world created by the emperor." Xuan Suanzi explained, "that is to say, if the dragon is damaged, the emperor will also be bitten back, so we must keep the dragon intact."

The venerable swordsman who has been silent all this time looked at the galaxy star map in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "After the longan is ordered, seal the ladder."

Dijun nodded.

This time, without waiting for Hu Chi to ask, Xuan Suanzi opened his mouth and said to him: "After the dragon veins of the mortal world are saved, why don't you know that there will be news from there, Feng Tianti is to avoid why don't you know how to escape."

Hu Chi nodded as if he understood, although he didn't think that He Bu had prepared for such a long time, so he would run away so easily.

But there was one thing Hu Chi still couldn't figure out.

"How do you know..." Hu Chi said hesitantly, "Why don't you know that you will do it soon?"

Because the day after tomorrow is the day when Bai Ji will cross the catastrophe and ascend.

If the emperor's son successfully landed in the heaven, it would be a difficult obstacle for He Zhi.

He will definitely kill the possibility of Bai Ji's ascension.

Xuan Shuanzi looked at the emperor who was not about to speak, and sighed in his heart, but on the face he answered easily: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed."

"Pretending to be a ghost." Hu Chi curled his lips and didn't bother with this question, he just looked at the Milky Way star map in front of him, "Why do I feel that the star Longan seems to be brighter?"

The Eye of the Dragon Vein, the capital.

Bai Wenlin hid behind the dragon chair holding the little prince who had just turned four years old. The little prince was about to become the third emperor since his abdication, and he was a defender of the city with a real dragon purple aura.

Hearing the desperate and painful cries for help from outside, Bai Wenlin tremblingly hugged the little prince in front of him, wishing he could be buried in the soil.

"National teacher, are you afraid?" The little prince looked at him calmly, and whispered, "Why are you afraid?"

Bai Wenlin covered the little prince's mouth, and said almost angrily: "Aren't you afraid that they will come in and kill you? Their methods... can't be called human beings at all."

The little prince broke away Bai Wenlin's hand with great strength, and said with a frown, "Aren't you afraid of hiding here? There are lonely people outside. How can a lonely person live like this and let the lonely people suffer outside? !"

"My little ancestor!" Bai Wenlin was almost scared out of his wits by his words, "Can you calm down a bit, what can you do at such a young age? They even skinned you before you walked out of the hall Already!"

The little prince looked at him, was silent for a while, and then slowly opened his mouth: "I know that my father is dead, and they cut off his head and hung it outside the gate of the imperial city to make fun of it. I'm very sad and scared. I can't lift my hands on my shoulders." I can’t mention it, I can’t do anything except live and die with my father’s people.”

"I'm very useless, and I still need you, the national teacher, to protect me here."

"Master, let's go."

"I know that without my burden, it would be easy for you to escape from the imperial city."

Bai Wenlin looked at the child in front of him who was almost growing up, but at this moment he was looking at him intently with an expression of death.That might be an expression that Bai Wenlin himself had never had before.

He was afraid of death, he was so afraid of death that he was afraid of death.

But in front of this four-year-old child, judging from the four-year-old child's words, he didn't know whether it was for a breath of breath or what, he actually hid the little prince and stood up.

"I'll go and have a look, you must be careful and don't sneak away."

A big smile appeared on the little prince's face: "I knew that the national teacher is the best person in the world for the country and the people."

Bai Wenlin bit the bullet and moved step by step to the entrance of the main hall, and a black fan smeared with demonic energy swept towards him!

The screams at the mouth were swallowed for fear of scaring the little prince behind the dragon chair, he closed his eyes and frantically took out a way to announce to him a magic weapon to resist, and opened his eyes cautiously after a rough beating, the demon cultivator in front of him Dead with a grievance, he fell down in front of his eyes with wounds all over his body.

"The national teacher is awesome!" The little prince showed a small head from behind the dragon chair at some point, and looked at him with a smile as he waved his fist.

Bai Wenlin's voice changed in fright: "Hurry up and hide it for me!"

The little prince stuck out his tongue and retracted his head.

Bai Wenlin took a deep breath, dragged the corpse of the demon cultivator outside the door, and closed the door of the main hall tightly.

In his hand is a magical weapon given to him by his master. It has not been used for a long time, and it feels a little strange to hold it in his hand.

And from unfamiliarity to habit, just kill a few more magicians.

His actions are still funny, but he will never close his eyes and dare not look.He gradually eliminated the fear deep in his heart from the terrified expressions of those demon cultivators.

Lu Zixuan stood on the roof tiles and looked down at his little apprentice. With a wave of his backhand, the demon cultivator behind him who was trying to attack him was wiped out.

"It's ugly." Lu Zixuan watched Bai Wenlin's movements, shook his head and sighed.

His eyes were full of joy.

The entire capital has already set up a magic circle, and this group of demon cultivators are like turtles in a urn at the moment, and it is just right to leave it to the little apprentices to practice.

The dragon vein has been formed.

If someone looked down at this world from above, he would see a dragon glowing with golden light, as if he was about to wake up from his sleep.

He Buhui woke up from the dream, looked at the dark sky outside, and called out: "What time is it?"

The servant girl sleeping outside replied with sleepiness in her voice: "Is Madam going to get up before Mao?"

"It's cloudy." He Buhui put on a cloak and walked to the window, the dark clouds outside the window could faintly see the flash of thunder, she narrowed her eyes slightly and said in a deep voice, "It's going to rain."

She looked back from the sky and looked at the still brightly lit study: "Is the master still asleep?"

The maidservant woke up long ago, and hurriedly responded when she heard the question: "Master is discussing matters with the elders, I'm afraid he hasn't—"

She didn't finish the rest of the sentence, she just looked at the tip of the pen on her forehead in astonishment.

It was just an ordinary writing brush, and the ink on the tip of the pen was about to fall, but the maid did not dare to move her body, and said tremblingly: "Husband... Madam..."

"You and I have been together for more than ten years." Why don't you close your collar, and don't pay too much attention to the maid and the brush that is floating in mid-air and facing the gate of the maid's forehead, "I think I don't care about you , it’s not a bad treatment, but I didn’t expect you to betray me.”

"I didn't..." The servant girl's feet softened and she knelt in front of He Buhui, "Mrs. Mingjian, I didn't betray my wife, I didn't."

"Yeah, you don't have one." He Buhui chuckled lightly, his hands sank, and half of the writing brush directly pierced the maidservant's forehead, the tip of the brush penetrated the back of the head, and the ink mixed with blood dripped onto the floor, "It's a pity that you have it now."

He Buhui looked away from the dead maid indifferently, and when he opened the door, the expression on his face had become serious and angry:

"Come on! The mansion has been infiltrated with Moxiu thieves, and the door is closed and no one is allowed to enter or leave the mansion!"

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