"Catch the thief, catch the thief". A group of people ran after a little boy from the opposite side. Shadow Dream collided with the little boy. Seeing that the people behind are about to catch up. The little boy grabbed Shadow Dream and ran into the alley. In the end, the two escaped by hiding in a pile of groceries.

"This group of neurotics. Finally escaped. By the way, why are you being chased?" the little boy casually patted the dust off his face, kicked his legs, and sat on the wooden box next to him.

"I don't know, I just ate a sweet thing, they call it this sugar gourd. And then they asked me for a, well, something like money. I've never heard of what this is. And then, and then, they said I had a bully meal, and then a bunch of people chased after me, and I ran. What about you, they say you're a thief, why are you being chased?" It turned out that there was no spiritual power and could not be pinched. I had to pat the dust on my clothes. Then smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, and then sat upright on the wooden box next to him, and said with an aggrieved face.

"Oh, I'm pretty much the same. I took a few pieces of cloth, and without paying, they chased me for half the street. The child fiddled with the black hair on his shoulder, and had a stick of grass in his mouth, and he didn't know where to pick it up. Leaning against the wall, it smells of cynicism. "What's your name, little girl?"

"I'm a dream of shadows. I don't know what Childe's surname is?" said Shadow Dream politely with his hands clenched into fists, observing the person in front of him as he spoke.

The boy's complexion was very white, like a sickly white that had not seen the sun all year round, his facial features were exquisite, angular, and there was a faint nobility between his eyebrows, which was ruined by his behavior.

"The master's name is Yang Cang, you can call me the big guy. You can follow me from now on. I tell you, the whole east city is under my control. I don't think you understand anything, so I'll teach you from now on. "Just such a market man and an ignorant Xuan Immortal. Oh, it's not a Xuan Immortal anymore. It's ordinary people. Two people who are completely impossible to intersect are inexplicably established to resemble the fate of master and apprentice.

In the next quarter of an hour, Yang Cang corrected Ying Meng's behavior one by one. What sits like a clock, stands like a pine, and walks like the wind, here he has become a two-legged man, a hooligan, and a figure-eight step.

Shadow Dream is actually a little dazed. The gap between these human realms and the immortal realm is really big. The guy in front of him seems to have a bit of a problem with his brain. Although it feels a little strange, but for this reason of following the local customs, Shadow Dream still chooses to do it. But after all, he is a child who grew up in the realm of etiquette. There's always a bit of a nondescript way to do what this hooligan does.

"Forget it, so be it. In the future, there will be time, and it will be corrected. Yang Cang was a little disappointed, but he still chose to continue to change the shadow dream. And this is the only one of his attendants. Although it was obtained through deception, it also showed the EQ and IQ of the shadow dream in disguise, no wonder he was exiled by the group of old antiques in the fairy world. "Now you practice throwing stones with me. ”

After throwing it for a while, the stone in Yang Cang's hand fell to the ground. Ying Meng was stunned for a moment, and found that Yang Cang just looked at his hand, and then continued to repeat the action of throwing the stone just now, as if the stone was still in his hand. So Kagemu threw the stone to the ground as well.

Yang Cang was slightly stunned when he saw it, and then began to laugh. "That's what I'm going to teach you. Even if you do something wrong, pretend that nothing happened. That way, people don't know if you've done something wrong. Okay, let's stop playing, now you can follow me to make money!" He walked out into the street with the pieces of cloth he had stolen.