Slag Reconstruction System

It can be said that this place has left a deep impression on Xing Wufeng's heart, and it almost has a psychological shadow.

Otherwise, he should not take the risk, anyway, Xie Zi is not dead.

As soon as this idea started, the sound of the system running suddenly sounded in my mind.

[Ding, the mission system is on, the mission system is on, the host, please get ready. 】

"What?" Xing Wufeng was a little confused.

Before his digestive system could understand, an interface appeared in the air, and he saw two bright options, accept, uh, the second option is still accepted.

Shit, both are accepted, so does he still need to choose?

[The illusion opens in a moment, the host please go to Wuyou City immediately, the host please go to Wuyou City immediately. 】

"No need to repeat, I heard it." Xing Wufeng accepted the task with black lines all over his head.

【Ding, the host has accepted the mission. This mission will last for one month. You need to find Xie Zi and successfully bring him back to Lingyun Palace. 】

Xing Wufeng touched his chin, pondered and said: "One month, if the time limit is exceeded, will there be any punishment?" He still has to ask clearly first.

[Punishment is very simple, that is, losing a life. 】

Pfft, he already lost one life, now there are only eight lives left, okay, he won't be finished when he loses one life?

"Then it's successful, what's the reward?" He could only think about the good.

Besides, the city of worry-free is so small, it should be easy to find someone in a month, right?

[The mission is successful, the system will give you clues about Xiao Han, I hope the host can seize this opportunity. 】

When Xing Wufeng heard this, his heart moved slightly.

That's right, if Xiao Han's real body is found, does he still need to stay in this cheating book?Well, although he is very happy being the leader, he still prefers to return to real life.

"Okay, I will definitely complete the task smoothly."

Xing Wufeng looked confident, turned his head, saw the motionless peddler, he was taken aback, pointed at him, "Well, system, can you make him move now?"

[Ding, time continues. 】

Only then did the peddler continue the half-smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Hero, it's a good journey."

Xing Wufeng nodded slightly, and disappeared in place with a bang.

The peddler took a few steps forward and took a look around, and said to himself: "Can all heroes be invisible? Why did Mrs. Gong disappear after a while?"

……

Here, after Xing Wufeng came to Wuyou City, he immediately wanted to find a place to stay.

After all, he intends to live here for a month, and he is a true hedonist, so he must arrange his house properly, how luxurious it is.

After some careful selection, he chose an inn that looked like a tall mountain.

"Little Er, stay at the hotel."

Xiao Er glanced at him and said, "Guest officer, what a coincidence, the shop is already full."

Xing Wufeng frowned and sighed, "Then give me your restaurant's signature dishes." Since he can't live in the restaurant, he should have a full meal first.

"Okay." Xiaoer took the towel off his shoulders and ran to the kitchen to report the name of the dish.

The man looked around and found a seat by the window to sit down.

Before the seats were warmed up, I heard a few men at the next table talking about something.

"It's very lively when you come to Wuyou City. City Lord Ye posted a hero post, saying that he wants to discuss the matter of dealing with the big devil of Lingyun Palace. The Nine Gates Party is very interested in this matter, and they have sent their chief disciples to help out."

"Then why don't the nine masters come here in person?"

"Stupid." The man stretched out his chopsticks and hit his friend on the head, "If there is no head in charge in the sect, what if Lingyun Palace breaks in?"

"That's right." The slightly shorter man rubbed his forehead that was sore from the beating, as if thinking of something, he lowered his voice and said, "By the way, do you know that the city lord recently got a new male favourite?"

"Male pet?"

The short man looked around furtively, and said mysteriously: "Yes, it is said that the man is as beautiful as a fairy, and he is three points more beautiful than the woman's appearance."

Xing Wufeng listened to the corner with his ears open, and his heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

Could it be that this male favorite is Xie Zi?

It's no wonder that he has a rich imagination. In fact, he came to Wuyou City a few days ago, and he didn't see any shocking characters at all.

He was still eavesdropping, but the two people at the next table had already finished their meal and left.

Xing Wufeng had no choice but to turn around, stretched out his index finger to rub his chin, and meditated secretly.

He got two pieces of news from passerby A and passerby B, one was that Ye Tan was going to unite with the Nine Gates Party to deal with him, and the other was that Ye Tan's male favorite was probably Xie Zi.

If the latter judgment is true, how did Xie Zi become Ye Tan's male favourite?

"Guest officer, this is the dish you ordered." The shop waiter brought out the hot food.

Looking at the table full of exquisitely arranged and delicious food, Xing Wufeng put aside the doubts in his heart, generously took a piece of silver from his pocket and threw it up, "Xiaoer, this is your reward."

Xiao Er lightly caught the silver ingot, and was elated, "Thank you, guest officer, thank you, guest officer."

Xing Wufeng just wanted to save face, waved his hand, picked up the chopsticks and was about to start, he suddenly paused, "Xiao Er, do you know any better inns nearby?"

"The guest officer wants to stay overnight?"

"Ah."

Xiao Er had a rather embarrassed expression on his face, "It's just a coincidence that the guest officer came here. As soon as City Lord Ye's heroic post was posted, all the inns in Wuyou City, large and small, were full of people. Only the disciples of the Nine Sects lived there for a while." Seven, seven, eight, let alone those other self-proclaimed Jianghu people."

When Xing Wufeng heard this, he was not in a hurry to care about the place where he lived, but asked in doubt: "So many people from the world gather here, could it be for the bounty of the city lord?"

"No." Xiaoer shook his head and said to him, "The bounty is not as valuable as the treasure in the hands of the city lord."

"What baby?"

Xing Wufeng frowned and asked.

"Well." The waiter straightened up, shaking his legs and looking at the sky.

Xing Wufeng was speechless, and threw another ingot of silver to him.

Xiaoer smiled even happier, and while wiping the silver carefully with his sleeve stretched out, he said casually: "The city lord has a sword in his hand, called Cuihuo. There is a saying that the one who wins the pure fire wins the world."

The man is quite concerned about the last sentence.

This is his highest goal, okay? This rumor is so domineering that he has to guard against three points.

He snorted pretending to be disdainful, and said: "I don't think this rumor can be completely believed. If the quenching is so severe, can Lingyun Palace be so arrogant?"

"The guest officer doesn't know, this quenching fire has recognized its owner, but its owner has not been found yet, and it is nothing more than a scrap of copper and rotten iron to ask others to go."

So this is ah.

Xing Wufeng was thoughtful, "Then you go down first, I will call you when I have something to do."

"Okay, sir, take your time."

Seeing Xiao Er retreating with a bow and bow, the man curled his lips, then picked up the chopsticks and began to eat.

It is indeed the signature dish of this restaurant, whether it is color, aroma or taste, it is excellent. Xing Wufeng was a little depressed at first, but now he puts his troubles aside temporarily and concentrates on eating.

After eating and drinking, he took the handkerchief that Xiao Er handed over, wiped his mouth, "Xiao Er, pay the bill."

……

Coming out of the restaurant, Xing Wufeng found several inns one after another, and the fact is as Xiao Er said, all of them are full of people, even the firewood room is occupied.

In desperation, he had no choice but to lower his requirements, and went to several relatively poor inns.

But he never expected that even the small inn was full of people, and he was smelled of sweat and feet as soon as he entered.

Frustrated and wandering on the street, Xing Wufeng walked aimlessly, walked and walked, and somehow, he came to the small house that he had been to before—Tan. Julou.

Seeing the so familiar plaque hanging on the beam, the man paused, turned around and left.

"Grandpa, since you're here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

The bustard choked and waved the small handkerchief, chasing after him at a speed comparable to a [-]-meter sprint, and grabbed the man by the sleeve.

Xing Wufeng turned around helplessly, and tried hard to put on a stiff smile: "I'm passing by, passing by."

"Hey, grandpa, why do you look so familiar to me?"

When he saw the man's face clearly, the bustard was taken aback for a while, and after thinking about it carefully for a while, his eyes lit up.

"Yo, sir, didn't you come to visit us a few days ago. You are a distinguished guest of Chrysanthemum Tower." When he saw that he was a regular visitor, the branches of his smile trembled, and the powder fell off his face. Want to experience it again?"

"I'm not……"

The old bustard interrupted directly: "I know that my father is shy, so it's okay. Mr. Qingyun has not thought about tea or food these few days because of you, he must be very happy to see you."

"I do not have……"

"Grandfather, if you have something to say inside, talk to Qingyun slowly." The old bustard gave up at all, while dragging Xing Wufeng inside forcefully, he opened his voice and howled: "Sisters, come out to welcome the guests. "

A drop of cold sweat fell from Xing Wufeng's forehead, he gritted his teeth, and was about to shake the old bust away with his internal force, when a white-clothed scholar squeezed out along with many young men.

Seeing the familiar look, the man stared hard at the scholar.

The bustard took advantage of the opportunity to wink at the other young men, and took the opportunity to push the man in.

With a bang, the door was closed.

When Xing Wufeng came back to his senses, he was already surrounded by many young men.

The old bustard shyly leaned into the scholar's arms, "After waiting for so many days, I finally met a guest today. Ma'am, you are really my lucky star. Once you come, our Tan. Chrysanthemum House business will also come. "

The scholar blushed, "I'm not your wife."

The bustard: "Then Mr.?"

The scholar continued to blush, "I'm not your husband."

The old bustard raised her head from his shoulder, angrily, and roared: "Is it true that you are a man?"

The scholar turned pale when he yelled at him like this, and said aggrievedly: "I was forced."

The bustard stretched out her thick fingers and poked the scholar's vulnerable chest: "Don't you feel good? Then you come here every now and then. It's free to be my duck shop. I'm not a duck!"

The scholar was forced to retreat steadily by him, his face was red and white, and he was about to cry.

The old bustard suddenly softened her voice, as if she had changed her face, and said tenderly: "The slave family sells art but not body, since the slave family is already yours, you should be responsible to the slave family."

The scholar trembled his lips and shrugged his small shoulders, looking very pitiful.

Xing Wufeng dug his ears, with a calm face, "Husband and wife are arguing at the end of the bed, why don't you go back to your room first?"

Hearing this, the old bustard licked his lips seductively, "Then I'm leaving now." After that, he was about to go back to his room with the scholar in his arms. After walking a few steps, he suddenly thought of something, and turned to Xing Wufeng Said: "Grandpa, don't rush away, it's not easy to stay outside now, if you don't mind, you can stay here, sir, it's not a slave's bragging, let's explore. The wing room of Chrysanthemum Tower is the best , it’s not comparable to those inns outside.”

Only then did the bustard twist her thick waist, and took his little lover back to the room for Enai.

This remark dispelled Xing Wufeng's idea of ​​leaving.

That's right, if he goes out now, he can only sleep on the street, so why not take a good rest here in the Chrysanthemum House.

Thinking of this, Xing Wufeng smiled and was led up to the second floor by Xiaohong.

Just as he was about to go to Master Qingyun's room, the man suddenly stopped Xiaohong, "I'm a little tired today, and I want to find an empty room to take a good rest."

After hearing this, Xiaohong hesitated, "But Mr. Qingyun is still waiting in the room."

Xing Wufeng said kindly, "Just go and talk to him."

"This..." Xiaohong still hesitated.

Xing Wufeng has black lines all over his face, this little red has a tough face, no matter how he behaves, he doesn't look like a man.

Could it be that the feng shui of the chrysanthemum building is not good, and the people who come here are all monsters?

The man threw a silver coin to Xiaohong, "Please Xiaohong, please talk to Mr. Qingyun carefully."

Fortunately, although Xiaohong is dull, she prefers silver. After taking Xing Wufeng to a good wing room, he turned around and turned into Mr. Qingyun's room.

"Young Master Qingyun, my father said that he was tired today, and it was inconvenient to come to see you, so he asked me to open a wing room for him to live in temporarily."

Xiaohong brought the words dutifully, and quietly waited aside, waiting for Mr. Qingyun's reply.

Under the light gauze curtain, the young man was wearing a light blue robe, leaning halfway on the bed, with his head resting on his right hand, revealing a section of his white wrist.

The incense in the air wafted leisurely, making people blink in a trance.

Xiaohong stood dizzy, and vaguely heard the young voice coming from her.

"I know, you go down first."

With a sigh of relief, Xiao Hong turned around and went out the door, and closed the door.

When he took a few steps, he tilted his head and thought suspiciously, why did Master Qingyun's voice just now be different from usual?

It must be his illusion.

……

At this end, after Xing Wufeng entered the wing room, he planned to take a nap to recharge his energy, so that he could visit the palace at night.

He doesn't have any clues at the moment, so he can only confirm whether the new male favorite is Xie Zi.

After this sleep, he slept until the evening.

After asking Xiaohong to prepare some meals for him, he sat in the bathtub attached to the wing room and took a good bath.

After washing away the tiredness all over his body, Xing Wufeng got up directly from the bathtub, walked to the head of the bed naked, and bent down to pick up the change of clothes on the bed.

popping.

Just as he was about to put on his clothes, Xing Wufeng was caught off guard and heard two applause.

"Who?"

His eyes sharpened, and he quickly wrapped his clothes around his body.

When he saw Mr. Qingyun appearing here, Xing Wufeng's scalp went numb, and he greeted him, "Qingyun, long time no see." In fact, it was only a few days.

The young man smiled quietly, his eyes unscrupulously meandering over the man's bare skin.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

As soon as the young man's voice came out, Xing Wufeng's face changed slightly, and he looked vigilant, and said in a deep voice: "You are not Qingyun, who are you?"