Mo Xie would never have guessed what kind of way his main quest would be completed, if he didn't go to the imperial capital......

Since he was planted with some messy things in his body by Emperor Shakti, Dugu Ming was in a panic all day long, and after telling what happened to him to Bu Jingyun and the coil, this panic still could not be eliminated in the slightest. So Dugu Ming closed the door and thanked the guests, and sat with his sword and clothes all day long, until the rice and silver money in the house ran out and had to go out to get the money.

Everything was fine on the way there, but when Dugu Ming returned to the house, he found that there were guests visiting the house.

"Hey, my name is 'Van' and I'm an artist. ”

The visitor was wearing a mask, and as soon as he spoke, Dugu Ming's eyelids jumped.

"It's you!"

With silver in his arms, Dugu Ming saw the figure of the golden knife horse sitting in the main hall as soon as the door of the mansion opened, he couldn't help but know the other party, after all, the wanted notice printed with the other party's portrait had spread all over the streets and alleys.

"Zheng!"

When I saw the villain, I should draw the sword, and when I saw the villain entering the house, I had to draw the sword, but Dugu Ming was hollowed out some time ago, and secondly, he had not had a good rest in recent days, so even if he was carrying an immortal sword move, he was robbed.

Dugu Ming's sword was only half unsheathed, and the sword in Fan's hand was handed to his neck.

"What do you want?"

Those who know the times are Junjie, Dugu Ming can be regarded as having seen the world, those nonsense similar to "You are already wanted, everyone outside wants to kill you and get a reward, it is better for you to put down the knife, I can pretend that you have not come" This kind of nonsense he will never say and will never say.

It is impossible to let go, and the only thing an outlaw can hold in his hand is a knife.

Outlaws only trust the knife in their own hands.

Dugu Ming threw the sword in his hand to the ground, and smiled when he saw him so cooperative.

"Dugu Gongzi is really a smart person. ”

He praised.

"I love talking to smart people the most. ”

'Fan' said this, he took out a black leather mask from his arms and put it on his face in Dugu Ming's shocked eyes, I have to say that 'Fan' has a flexible left hand.

"You're ......!"

It was as if he simply reversed the words when he first entered the door and saw the uninvited guest, and the tone, speed, and intonation did not change at all.

Surprise, surprise piercing into the bones.

In this gesture of surprise and 'fan', Dugu Ming slowly took out a mask from his arms and put it on his face.

"I am, and so do you. "Van smiled.

The conversation between the two masked men is only understandable to them.

"The Divine Venerable wants you to send us back to Dongying. ”

'Fan' withdrew his knife and returned it to the sheath after playing a beautiful knife flower, but this knife flower fell into Dugu Ming's eyes, no matter how it looked, it looked like some kind of rope technique that he had taught in the hands of a Dongying woman. As soon as he thought of this, Dugu Ming suddenly felt a bit of a 'two-strand warp'.

"'We'?"

In the state of two wars, men's observation power will be greatly improved, and Dugu Ming keenly grasped a detail in the words of 'Fan'.

"Yes, 'we', there are eight of us. ”

As soon as the words of 'Fan' fell, seven figures suddenly turned out from the back of the house, the first one was blonde and blue-eyed, and his muscles almost burst his clothes.

He was the only one among the people who didn't wear a mask, so Dugu Ming recognized his identity at once.

"Billy!"

Dugu Ming's heart was bright, and it seemed that the wanted New Nippon and the others had run to his house.

"Send us back to Dongying within three days, it shouldn't be difficult to do it with your identity!"

'Fan' is the most slippery of the Zhongzhong Prefecture dialect in New Nippori, so he is solely responsible for the communication with Dugu Ming.

"Okay, since it is the order of the Divine Venerable, I will do it for you!"

Dugu Ming is self-aware, he is still poisoned, and it is helpless to do the truth for the 'Tianmen' in order to save his life, not to mention that all eight people are here, and when he was just put on his neck with a knife, he knew that he couldn't even beat the 'fan' who was responsible for playing tricks, not to mention adding others.

The situation is stronger than people, and the poison on the body is stronger than the situation, and everyone knows how to choose.

So that night, Dugu Ming operated through various means, and when the entire Zhongzhou Dynasty was mourning because of various things, he got a ship for the eight Dongying philosophers.

It was night, the moonlight was unknown, and the eight Dongying philosophers stood on the shore and looked at the boat that Dugu Ming had prepared for them, and they were silent for a long time.

"Bastards! There are eight of us! And we're going to cross the sea! And you got us such a ship?"

'Fan' drew the knife, and Dugu Ming's neck tasted the temperature of the blade again.

It's cold.

But it doesn't matter, because Dugu Ming is not the only one who feels cold now.

"Who is the bastard scolding?"

Dugu Ming knew very well that his hand speed was like this for the time being, so after suffering a loss before, he prepared a special scabbard for himself, no need to draw the sword, as long as the sword with the scabbard was put on the other party's body, the scabbard would be broken.

The cold tip of the sword pierced the clothes on Fan's body, and even cut through some of Fan's flesh.

"Bastard scolding you!"

'Fan' was in pain, but at the moment neither he nor any of them dared to make any more moves, his knife was against Dugu Ming's neck, and Dugu Ming's sword was pointed at his heart.

Under the hazy moonlight, a broken boat that looked stronger than a sampan or a raft swayed by the ferry, and it seemed that it only needed a little stronger wind to overturn and sink to the bottom.

'Fan' is certainly angry, he really wants to kill Dugu Ming.

When people are angry, they tend to lose their brains, and 'Fan' only reacts after he finishes speaking.

"Bastard!"

He scolded, and in a fit of anger, he was about to fight with Dugu Ming to the end.

"Enough!

At this point, Billy, the only man without a mask, spoke up and stood between the two, and without seeing him move, he took their weapons.

"It's rude!"

Billy returned Dugu Ming's sword with both hands, and then he glared at Fan fiercely and pulled it away.

Under Dugu Ming's gaze, the eight of Shin Nippori formed a circle on the shore, and after Billy and Fan spoke a few words face-to-face, the two fell in the circle formed by the crowd. Dugu Ming has limited knowledge and can't understand what they said, and he doesn't understand why these two people are wrestling, and he can't understand why these two people are making all kinds of strange noises when they fall, because he doesn't understand, he feels very powerful.

'Van' and Billy quickly split up on the wrestling matter, and after a brief confrontation, Billy grabbed 'Van' and pressed him face down to the ground, and 'Van' struggled several times but could not break free, so he raised the white flag. Then Billy got up and gathered the eight people together, he said a sentence impassionedly, Dugu Ming only understood the last sentence: "As_we_can!" Then Billy and the others boarded the cold boat one after another.

“As_we_can！”

Billy stood at the bow of the boat, turned around and waved at Dugu Ming, the hazy moonlight reflected countless water lines, sprinkled on Billy's body like broken silver, his clothes were mostly torn in Fang Cai's wrestling, but for some reason Dugu Ming couldn't find even the slightest bit of embarrassment from him.

The boat quickly drove away with the efforts of the eight, and it was not until he could no longer see the lights on the boat that Dugu Ming suddenly came back to his senses - it turned out that he had been standing at the ferry for so long, and a faint layer of dew had formed on his body.

"Hey, beware, the bottom of the boat is glued!"

His body was slightly cold, and at this moment, an inexplicable impulse suddenly rose in Dugu Ming's heart, which prompted him to shout loudly towards the sea level in the distance.

There was silence in the distance, no one answered him, not even the cry of a seabird.

It's late autumn.