"Lin Clan?" Ying Ziyu repeated as he stood at the bloody corpse of the gray-clothed old man who claimed to be Lin Shan.

"At the beginning, he said that he was a dying person, and the words that followed became more and more inexplicable!"

Ying Ziyu felt that he had a lot of incomprehensible things about Lin Shan's words and deeds.

"Forget it, what does this have to do with me?" Ying Ziyu shrugged at Lin Shan, who was staring at him.

Ying Ziyu hesitated for a moment, and finally squatted next to Lin Shan's corpse and searched his whole body carefully.

Yingziyu, who thought that there would be a big harvest, was disappointed in the end.

"It's not the same as what is written in the book!"

Ying Ziyu said as he weighed the weight of a money bag in his hand. After feeling that there was an empty reserve in it, his face became more and more unsightly.

"After a small boss, it's not as much as an elite monster!"

Ying Ziyu complained as he retrieved his longbow and arrow box in the messy woods.

After packing everything up, Ying Ziyu walked in the direction of Lumu Garden.

"That Wen Wenwen now I don't know if she will return to the City Lord's Mansion safely? If the Lin family succeeds, then I can only hope that the City Lord of Wenyu can recommend me to enter the Dongcheng Divine Spirit Academy for the sake of me, a weak young man who risked his life to save his beloved daughter, and singled out Huang Lushi, after all, I only know that I can get more news about the gods when I go to that place now. ”

......

"Could it be that the mastermind behind the kidnapping of his daughter is the city lord himself?" Ying Ziyu's mind was suddenly full of whimsical ideas:

"Who is Your Highness standing on?" a lewd old man with roe head and rat eyes but wearing gold and silver sat high on top of the golden and splendid hall, and asked His Highness the majesty of Ying Ziyu, who was isolated and trembling all over.

"Small... Small, should... Yingzi fish!"

"I heard that you saved my baby daughter Wen Wenwen?"

"It's... Yes, the villain first killed one of the third-rank warriors and one first-rank warrior in Yimin Alley, and then fiercely fought against a yellow spirit master when his survival was in danger, and caused him to die. In this way, Miss Wen Wenwen can be safely returned home!"

"Bold!" the obscene old man suddenly slapped the desk made of pure gold in front of him, and said in a shrill voice, "Do you know that it is the unlucky child who was sent by the city lord to tie up the angry man who did not pay for his life?

At that moment, the city lord of Wenyu, who looked like a weasel's relative, immediately stepped forward left and right to take the Ying Ziyu.

Three days later, there was a small low grave in the mass grave in the wilderness of Crescent City, and the tombstone filled with stone scraps was crooked and written in chalk: The tomb of Ying Ziyu, died in December and four months.

......

Ying Ziyu was thinking wildly, and had walked out of the grove and returned to the boulevard of the Green Mu Garden.

Then Ying Ziyu was instantly stunned by the scene in front of him.

I saw that in this green garden, many people gathered at this time. And looking at their appearance, they should all be ordinary residents of Crescent City.

At this moment, hundreds of ordinary people gathered together, one by one, like geese, desperately stretched their necks and probed forward.

"Are they watching the ants fight?"

Ying Ziyu was puzzled, and suddenly felt a violent Xuanyuan fluctuation coming from the forefront, that is, in the center of the circle, that was far superior to Lin Shan.

Then, a neutral voice shouted: Look at my Huang Lu combat skills, the mountain spirit breaks the army fist!"

Ying Ziyu tried his best to squeeze forward, but all the people in front of him were strong men with big shoulders and round waists, and there was not even a weak girl who could surpass him.

Ying Ziyu finally had no choice but to give up, but the crowd split to both sides like dry wood split by an axe at the next moment, leaving Ying Ziyu still standing in place.

Faced with the sudden widening of vision, Ying Ziyu was a little flattered, and was about to say that everyone is not polite, but saw a black-clothed masked man wiping the ground and pulling straight towards him.

Ying Ziyu subconsciously took a step back, and the man just stopped at Ying Ziyu's original location.

Ying Ziyu lowered his head, only to see that the man twitched a few times and then his body spread out and stopped moving instantly.

There is no doubt that the man is dead.

Ying Ziyu looked at the ground where this person's body had rubbed over, and a thick straight blood mark was very shocking.

On the other side of the bloodstain, there was a burly warrior wearing silver armor, carrying a long knife at his waist, and holding a silver wall, maintaining a one-handed punching posture.

Ying Ziyu's gaze lingered on the silver-armored warrior's body for a moment, and then fell into the space behind him.

There, there was a golden figure nearly ten meters tall who also held a spear in his hand, and stood silent as if he was punching with one hand.

What Ying Ziyu couldn't believe was that in addition to the corpse under his feet, there were more than twenty corpses lying around the silver-armored warrior.

"If there is a team of twelve people, then they should all be explained here!" Ying Ziyu muttered, and at the same time marveled at the strength of the silver-armored man.

The kung fu of dealing with an old Lin Shan who is in his last years of life will single-handedly destroy the other party!

After the silver-armored man had enough of the posture, he withdrew his fist inscrutablely, stared at Ying Ziyu with majesty, and then waved his hand and ordered: "Come on, bury it!"

Then, a well-armed silver-armored guard broke through the crowd and began to clean up the scene in an orderly manner.

Looking at the unwavering steps and the red cloak that fluttered in the wind as the silver-armored warrior left, Ying Ziyu had some reverence for this person.

"It's time to brush off your clothes, and you should be talking about this person with deep merit and fame!" Ying Ziyu sighed faintly.

Then a squeamish voice sounded even more faintly: "It's a pity that you lost your eyes." This person's name is Mo Qirui, he is the commander of the Moon Guard, and the spirit is [Mountain Spirit], the strength of the Red Rank Green Spirit Division, and he likes to pretend to be forced and brag. He's pretending to be coercive now, and he'll start bragging when he gets back. If you don't believe me, you can go and see, and if he finds you, you can say what I said!"

Ying Ziyu instantly turned his head when he heard this, and found that the heartless white-clothed sick Jiao was standing in his ear like a white ghost at this time.

"Do you want to scare me to death because you don't want to repay me for saving your life?"

Ying Ziyu is ready for a war of words.

Wen Qianqian sneered and glanced at Ying Ziyu: "What reward do you need, you tell him to go!"

Wen Qianqian said, reaching out and pointing behind Ying Ziyu.

Ying Ziyu immediately turned around when he heard this, only to see that the crowd had already dispersed at this time. And on the bench by the lake, there was a slender white-clothed figure.

"Who is he?" Ying Ziyu asked Wen Qianqian.

"Wen Yu!" Wen Qianqian is particularly lawless, and dares not to call her father.

At this time, the man in white who was sitting with his back to Ying Ziyu suddenly turned his head and glanced back at Ying Ziyu, his gaze was calm and peaceful, without the slightest extra emotion. But one can't help but feel natural and close.

"Did he let me go?" asked Wen Qianqian.

"Probably yes!" Wen Qianqian nodded.

"What about you?" Ying Ziyu's words actually implied that this girl would go with her, otherwise how embarrassing it would be to be alone!

Then Wen Qianqian misunderstood the meaning this time.

"I'll try my best not to eavesdrop!" Wen Qianqian solemnly took care.

"Heh, sister, you're so strong!" Ying Ziyu said and squeezed her delicate shoulder hard, and then walked towards Wenyu.

When he came to the man in white, Ying Ziyu looked him up and down directly, and he was extremely surprised.

But seeing the man's appearance in his twenties, his face was elegant, warm as jade, a pair of bright eyes were like cold and clear stars, two sword eyebrows pierced straight into the temples, the bridge of the nose was like a carving, the two slender lips were soft and soft, and the smile was self-generated.

This is really a humble gentleman, a jade-like person, whether it is his temperament or appearance, people can't help but admire it.

"You really look like a humble gentleman, a person like jade as his name suggests!" Ying Ziyu said what was in his heart as he sat down at the other end of the bench.

"What about you, what kind of person are you?"

Wen Yu asked with a smile, his voice sounding like a spring breeze.

"I haven't paid much attention to this!" Ying Ziyu said honestly, "Judging from my appearance alone, I may be a little bit motherly, but there is no way, right?"

"Different people look at beauty from different perspectives. Some women like men to be resolute and masculine, while others prefer men with delicate faces and a slightly feminine temperament. I think Qianqian and you can talk a lot!"

Ying Ziyu sounded quite reasonable at first, but the last sentence changed its taste.

"Hmm-" Ying Ziyu pondered for a moment, then pondered, "I thought that although I had helped out, according to my original plan, I asked the City Lord to help me write a letter of recommendation for me to study at Dongcheng Academy." Although Wen Wenwen's dark and delicate temperament is quite cute, talking to her is extremely life-consuming. Assuming that I could have lived eighty-one years, I might only be able to live for eighty years and six months if I married her, which is too expensive, so forget it with my body or something!"

Ying Ziyu was talking seriously, when he suddenly suffered a critical blow on his head, and his whole body was beaten to the side.

Ying Ziyu shook his head that was a little dizzy, and looked at Wenyu with a blank face after turning around.

Wen Yu hurriedly smiled awkwardly and waved her hand to indicate that it was not herself.

Ying Ziyu also turned his head back in embarrassment when he saw this, and then saw a white and pure expressionless face, and a pair of black eyes on his face were staring at him faintly.

"Didn't you say you should try to control yourself from eavesdropping?" Ying Ziyu expressed displeasure at the man's unbelievable words.

"I tried my best, but I didn't control myself!" Wen Qianqian said solemnly.

Ying Ziyu was gritting his teeth, but he heard Wen Yu say: "I can write a letter of recommendation for you!"

"Really?" Ying Ziyu turned his head to look at Wen Yu, a little surprised that the latter could agree so simply.

"But I think there's a place for you!"

"Where is it?" Ying Ziyu wondered.

"Mercenary Guild!"

To be continued