When the Immortal Cultivation Villain strays into the Zerg

When Tang Wuyang woke up, he confirmed that the female in his arms had a ruddy complexion and a peaceful expression, and had not entered the nightmare again.He got off the bed softly and rubbed his numb joints.

He returned to his room, randomly pulled out a sweater from the closet, and put it on.

It is still early now, and the hour hand has just moved to the 6 position not long ago.

The morning fog in the sky has not yet dissipated, and the whole area is covered by gray-white fog. The buildings in the distance and the early-rising insects are all mixed in the fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

Tang Wuyang stood in front of the mirror, washed his face, closed his eyes and shook his head a few times to drive away the drowsiness in his mind.

He stared at the mirror for a while, and then walked towards the stairs.

But at the window at the corner of the stairs, he just caught a glimpse of a bug in a formal suit stuffing a letter into his mailbox.

The fog was a bit thick, and it was hard to see the other party's face clearly.

There are still bug letters these days?

Tang Wuyang noticed something unusual, he stared at the back of the worm leaving twice, confirmed that he had memorized the other person's figure, and walked downstairs quickly.

The morning wind blew on his body, which was only wearing a sweater, and it was still a bit cold, blowing a bit of autumn into his bones.

Tang Wuyang opened the letter, but found that neither the sender nor the recipient was indicated on the letter, only a line of address was abruptly written with a black pen on the snow-white letter paper.

136 Seventh Street, Nolan District.

Isn't this obviously a fraud?

Why does he want to find excitement for his ordinary life?

Tang Wuyang was trying to pretend he hadn't seen anything, when he threw the letter into the trash can, he found a small note stuck inside the envelope floating out.

save us.

The underground densely packed a series of names with extremely small characters.

The leader's first name is Jiangli.

The handwriting, which is as neat as a typeface, stands out among the crooked handwriting.

Tang Wuyang held the small note, pondered for a while, and returned to the house.

Turn on the communicator, enter the location on the letter just now, and the coordinates that pop up show that it is a place in a slum.

Since the other party sent the letter to him, it was obviously to lure him there.

If the good-natured young master from before had seen this message for help, he might have been so foolish as to rush in alone.

But in fact, it doesn’t hurt to have a look.

According to his spiritual power, ordinary things really can't hurt him.

Maybe you can follow the vine and draw out the bugs hidden behind the letter paper.

Tang Wuyang copied another copy of the address on the letter paper and stuffed it in his pocket, then left the original letter paper and the distress signal on the table, and moved a vase to the side of the letter paper to ensure its safety. Conspicuousness.

Tang Wuyang looked at it, but still felt that something was missing.

He took a casual coat from the closet and put it on, turned around and went out of the house again, picked a bright red flower with no name from the yard, and put it in a vase.

He took out a piece of paper and wrote three big characters on it.

——Gifts to beauties.

Pressed under the vase, I feel more satisfied.

Tang Wuyang laughed out loud, he felt that he could already imagine what the little wooden stake would look like when it saw the paper.

Feeling a little inexplicably happy.

He thought for a while, and was still a little uneasy about the small wooden stake, so a small ball of spiritual power gushed out from his palm, turned into fine black star spots, squeezed in through the crack of the door, and landed obediently on the female on the bed, Then he hid it inside his clothes, wrapping He Shanhe tightly on the bed who hadn't woken up yet.

Only then did Tang Wuyang feel relieved.

He gathered his clothes together, and then walked into the hazy mist again.

……

When Tang Wuyang got off the aircraft, the fog had almost dispersed, and the sky showed a clear look again.

He rubbed his forehead and felt a little dizzy in his head, like the feeling he had when he rode in a carriage for a long time.

The driver probably regarded him as a sub-female because of his small stature.He praised Tang Wuyang's appearance all the way, and when he got out of the car, he still didn't forget to wish him an early marriage.

Tang Wuyang: "..."

disturb.

There was no track for building the craft in the ghetto, so he had to find the address himself.

This is the first time that Tang Wuyang has really entered the slums since he came to this world.He slowed down, ruffled his hair with his hands, and messed up his clothes a little more, trying to blend in with the surrounding environment as much as possible.

Although the Nolan area in the morning was shrouded in sunlight, it was still gray everywhere.

On walls, floors, clothes, and faces.

The creatures here have lost their color, as if they have allowed themselves to sink here, and there is no light in their eyes.

Tang Wuyang stopped an elderly female and asked, "Do you know where No. 136, Seventh Street is?"

The female looked at him with a strange expression, but didn't say much, but pointed Tang Wuyang in the direction, and left on her own.

Tang Wuyang didn't show anything on the surface, but the spiritual power in his palm secretly took precautions.

With his head lowered, like the worms around him, he walked in the direction that the female worm pointed, looking like he was living in a daze.

There are footsteps behind.

You Chong kept a certain distance from him and followed him.

Tang Wuyang deliberately turned into a small fork road where there were no worms. He heard the worm behind him turn in after him, and laughed softly.

Just in time, get rid of the little tail behind you before going to the destination.

Tang Wuyang deliberately slowed down his pace, only waiting for the worm behind him to relax his vigilance and approach him step by step.

There was a tap on the shoulder.

"Little Yayi, don't you want to find No. 136, Seventh Street? Then let me kindly give you a ride."

Tang Wuyang held back the spiritual power that was ready to be released in the palm of his hand, pretended to be shocked and frightened, and stood there without moving.

"I'm really lucky today, and I should be able to sell for a lot of money when I meet such a good one."

"You, what are you doing!!"

Tang Wuyang turned around and took a few steps back. He looked tense on the surface, but actually suppressed all the instinctive defenses in his body, and tried his best to play a weak and pitiful female.

"I'm just helping you. Take the money you sold as the travel expenses for me to send you a ride."

The tall female worm laughed. He brought Tang Wuyang in front of him, took out a small bottle from his tattered pocket, took out a black pill and forced it into Tang Wuyang's mouth.

"Go to sleep, little Yafe, who raised you and met such a kind female like me?"

Pooh! !

I also want to give you a ride to Huangquan Road, the kind that doesn't cost you money.

Your getting there safely is the best reward for me.

Tang Wuyang cursed secretly in his heart, but pretended to be drowsy on his face. He let go of his strength and let his body fall to the ground with a heavy sound.

He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing to the lowest level, pretended to be asleep, and scattered his spiritual energy in the air to detect what happened around him.

Then it was detected that he was packed into a sack like cargo and thrown into a small broken car.

Tang Wuyang: "..."

Gee.

Your life is gone.

Some places inside the sack are rough, as if scratched by fingernails.The roads in the slums were not smooth, so Tang Wuyang filled the inside of the sack with spiritual power, so as to save himself from suffering.

He was carried out of the car by the female, carried on her shoulders, and thrown into what looked like a dungeon.The entire room is about [-] square meters, with only a weak lamp lingering on. There are many females and subfemale imprisoned in it. It seems that they should have been imprisoned for a while, and depression and dilapidation spread in it.

The mouth of the sack was opened, and Tang Wuyang pretended to have just woken up, got up in a daze, came out of the sack, and looked around in confusion.

A chain bound his ankles to a post at the edge of the room.

"Look, this product is not bad, right? Shouldn't the price be..."

"Looks so good-looking? Could it be a little male?"

"How is it possible! Don't worry, I've tested it with a mental power detector. I really don't have any mental power at all. It can't be a male!"

A waste material contestant: "...?"

have been offended.

The spiritual power scattered in the air gathered in the direction of the tall female insect, penetrated through his ears, melted into the blood, and lurked into his body.

The spiritual power was concentrated on the right arm and leg of the female insect, like a prick, waiting for Tang Wuyang's order.

Tang Wuyang just quietly watched the other party leave with a smile, and sneered.

His clothes were stained with dust on the ground due to the previous intentional fall, but it didn't affect Tang Wuyang's superior temperament when he gave up his disguise.

But this temperament was taken back by Tang Wuyang in the next second, replaced by fear and grievance.

After all, only the poor little one can easily win the trust and sympathy of others.

"Hey, new kid!"

Tang Wuyang raised his head, and saw a young Ya-female opposite him smiling reassuringly at him.Although the clothes on Yanu were as worn out as the other worms, they couldn't hide the hope and light in his eyes.

"Hi, my name is Jiangli."

"We'll get out, trust me."

……

When He Shanhe woke up, there was nothing around him.

Just as he was about to get out of bed, he suddenly remembered the rules that the male boy had set for him yesterday.

Or I'd better practice it, so as not to make the master angry again.

The words were repeated between his lips and teeth. He secretly practiced the words many times in a low voice, and finally felt that it was almost done. He pushed open the door and went down the stairs.

But all I saw was a flower, a few sheets of paper, and the desolate air in the room.

A faint sense of disappointment left traces in He Shanhe's heart.

It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

"Good morning, master."

The author has something to say: villains, please be prepared to face the enemy! !

The real villain has infiltrated your lair! ! ∠(?」∠)_