He and It

Liu Fuguang nodded and said nothing.

Today is different from the past. Yan Huan lost the dragon heart and left the body of the dragon god in Tanggu, trapped with his inner demons. His cultivation has long since been invalidated, and the spiritual energy accumulated for many days has also evaporated on the inner demons. It was only with the restoration of Xuan Ri that he had a chance to take a breather in this world where evil was dominant.

Prudence is a good quality. Liu Fuguang knows the power of prudence. He also knows how much trouble it can bring to a person to underestimate his opponent. He hasn't yet seen the overall situation clearly and already knows that he has to be careful.

"Go to the city first," he said, "to find out what this place is like."

Yan Huan naturally responded to his words, but after all, evil is not a harmless pet that can be kept. Before they arrived, Yan Huan extracted the golden energy from the earth's veins and randomly inspired five puppets to serve as spies. , first went to the city to stir things up.

He knew that Liu Fuguang would not allow him to kill others without authorization, not even those mortals whose lives were like ants. Therefore, using the gold men as his eyes, he spent half a day inquiring about the news, and then spent another half day on one of the gold men pretending to be a foreign businessman who had become rich overnight. His youngest son got into a quarrel in Flower Street, and the quarrel was catalyzed by strong alcohol and turned into a huge turmoil that required spending a lot of money to save face.

It was rare for a pseudo-rich businessman and the noble son of a city lord to get jealous and even fight in front of the oiran. A large amount of gold and silver, men competing for the same beauty, powerful and famous participants, the rosy atmosphere of Qin Lou Chu Pavilion... The most eye-catching gimmicks in the world gathered in one place, and immediately caused an uproar in the city. storm of discussion.

In the silent night, everything in the mountains was silent, and with the stuffy heat, Yan Huan transformed into a luxurious tent and a bed as soft as clouds, happily serving his lover to rest.

At the same time, the golden man was also thrown out of the largest flower building in the city by the city lord's guards. His face was bruised and swollen, and his luxurious clothes were torn to pieces. The exclamations and laughter of the people around witnessed how it was beaten to such an extent by the guards with high martial arts skills.

It's hard for a strong dragon to defeat a local snake. What's more, the wealthy businessman from other places is not a strong dragon. At most, he is just a gold-plated millipede.

"We can't just let this matter go!" The golden man roared, showing its shame and anger at being humiliated.

"Oh, brother, let's forget it! He is the son of the city lord, and you have to rely on his protection when you come to do business here." People around him tried to persuade him, but the golden man kept an angry look and limped around. He opened the crowd and left with his entourage in the same embarrassment.

The excitement was short-lived, but within a moment, it was swallowed up by the streets filled with wine and beauty. The embarrassed figure of the wealthy businessman disappeared into the darkness, and no one knew where he went.

When the sky was dimming, the warm chatter and laughter in the Hua Street could barely subside. The watchmen patrolling the streets and the vendors preparing to open their businesses appeared prematurely in every corner of the city, feebly taking over the arrival of a new day.

The watchman clapped his hands sluggishly, making a long and trembling sound as he passed by the dilapidated alley. The wandering orioles who had stayed up all night were still leaning on the half-open door, waiting for someone who didn't care about their out-of-shape figures or wrinkles that couldn't be covered by makeup. of visitors. Someone opened the door and dumped a chamber pot on the street. Dirty water flowed across the street, and the watchman's trousers were splashed with water. He still didn't care and just tapped the bangle listlessly.

The sound of bangs slowly passed by, and when he walked to the bottom of the largest Jinxian Tower, the watchman suddenly felt a chill on his forehead, as if it was raining. He wiped it on his face again, and then he smelled the extremely strong fishy smell.

The fingers were wet red, redder than the rouge the court lady applied to her lips, and even turned black, as if they were about to jump into someone's eyeballs.

The watchman looked around the street out of nowhere. The bustling place with bright lights and endless music at night was as quiet as an empty grave at dawn.

There was no one around, so he raised his head again and slowly looked up.

The wealthy businessman who was so prosperous last night was dying on the splendid signboard of Jinxian Tower. He died in an extremely tragic and creative way. The corpse had half its jaw missing, and all its limbs were missing. Only the extracted spine was hanging in white, like a too thick wisteria. However, there were no leaves on the branches of the wisteria, and they were swaying in the wind. intestines and stomach.

The watchman's lips moved twice, and for the first time he realized that a human tongue is so long, there is so much blood, and the shape and color of the internal organs are not much different from those of pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep.

He groaned angrily: "Kill, kill..."

Unable to breathe out, the watchman rolled his eyes and fainted instantly.

"Oh," Yan Huan said suddenly while walking on the road, "I found some information."

Liu Fuguang turned to look at him. No matter how long he had been nourished by the dragon's blood, his body was still weak and cold. Even in the hot summer, he had to wear tight clothes.

Yan Huan said with a smile: "Don't worry, I haven't even touched the hairs of those mortals. The name of this country is Wuping. The emperor has been in power for eight years. It is said that he implements benevolent government. There are a few unworthy monks in the palace, but he also manages the place. After five winds and ten rains, there were no major disasters for several years, and the rebellion in the north was put down again. Mortals loved him like a god, and his shrines can be seen everywhere. There are seventeen cities in Wuping, and the one closest to us is Wancheng, the city owner is the queen’s natal family. As for the capital of Wuping, it is still thousands of miles away.”

"Seventeen seats," Liu Fuguang said, "it's not too small."

Yan Huan didn't take it seriously: "It's not too big. Emperor Wuping calls himself the Holy Sect. You can see flattering and flattering remarks about him everywhere. It gives me a headache."

Liu Fuguang muttered: "Go to the city first. Since the city lord has a deep connection with the royal family, I want to find out his opinion."

Yan Huan smiled proudly.

"It was a breeze."

In Wancheng, the queen's family members were sitting back in chairs, suffering from a deep headache.

The death of a foreigner was originally an insignificant matter, but it happened to be a wealthy foreign businessman with a lot of money, and there were four brothers who were determined to cause trouble. It happened that he died in an mysterious and horrific way, but he happened to die on the night before He had a real dispute with his youngest son, and the dispute became public knowledge.

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