"I heard someone say that there is a huge demonic beast white tiger in Niuxi Town that attacked the villagers, although those demon people have been infected with the virus of the underworld, but they still opened the killing ring and washed the entire village in blood, I don't know if the fairy monarch has heard of it?" The yellow-shirted "Leng Gongzi" slowly put down his chopsticks, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth very elegantly, but asked in a casual tone.

"Oh, why are you deliberately saying these sarcastic words? Do you want to deliberately provoke me, or do you want to say that the underworld virus that demonized those villagers is actually your masterpiece?"

"It seems that this palm of mine has made Xianjun suffer a lot, why is he staring at me with such angry eyes? Baihu, do you know that I am here for your good, and if I don't encounter setbacks in my life, where will I grow?" The cold boy in yellow clothes met Bai Cang's gaze with no intention at all, but instead said a sentence "seriously", and the voice in Bai Cang's ears only felt that it made him sick to his stomach to the extreme.

"Do you want to exchange the bloody lives of those innocent people for your so-called frustration? Or do you deliberately infect those people with the virus to provoke me into falling into the devil's path?" Bai Cang listened to the words of the "Leng Gongzi", but he was so angry that he didn't fight, and his heart was depressed, but he only felt that there were some bursts of impetuousness in the Sanskrit imprint on his chest, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"You have this keen perception ability, I should be happy for you, that's right, those viruses in the underworld are indeed the ones I sent to secretly put in their wells to cause them to mutate" The man in yellow clothes actually nodded fixedly, and his lifeless dark eyes revealed a bit of strange emotions, which seemed to be "relieved"?

"It's just that you seem to be too poor at the moment to control the magic I planted on you, I just have a few words, but you are so angry, I'm afraid that the Immortal Monarch lacks a mirror now, after running in for so long, he is still easily dominated by the magic in his body" The man in the yellow shirt spoke again, but he approached the white cang, who was almost out of anger, but his eyes were a little "disappointed" and shook his head.

Bai Cang heard his words, but he stretched out his hand and slowly touched the feeling on his chest, feeling the impetuous aura of the underworld that was almost about to come out, and he obviously also noticed that every time he was angry, that breath would appear lingeringly, dominating his mind, and inducing him to do all kinds of crazy things like a devil.

"Boss, settle the bill!" Bai Cangsi lined for a moment, trying his best to persuade himself to calm down, not to be guided by the yellow-shirted demon in front of him to fall into the demon path again, the blue tiger eyes slowly closed, and then opened the scarlet meaning in his eyes was much less.

"The two sons are old acquaintances, a total of ten cents" The enthusiastic and kind noodle stall owner heard Bai Cang's words, but put down the busy noodle bowl in his hand, wiped his hands on the apron and walked over, seeing the two of them facing each other with unchanged expressions and sitting at the same table, just as if they were friends.

"Come, this hanging copper coin is for you, you don't need to look for it" The yellow-shirted boy who looked ordinary but had a bit of a haze meaning took the initiative to take out a hanging copper coin from his sleeve and handed it to him, the number of copper coins seemed to be no less than a hundred at a cursory glance.

"This son, I'm afraid that it will break my small stall, but two bowls of thick noodles can't use so much money" The owner of the noodle stall was unwilling to accept the full hanging copper coin, you must know that this hanging copper coin is enough for a hundred bowls of noodles, and he never dared to take it.

"It's okay, let you accept it, you can accept it, this noodle is very delicious, but it is not as delicious as those so-called celebrity chefs and restaurants outside, and besides, the person opposite me is not bad for this copper coin" The silver-haired and blue-eyed cold-faced man smiled very lightly at him, but he insisted on letting him accept the copper coin, but for some reason there was a hint of gunpowder in his voice.

"This ...... , If the two sons insist on giving, unless from this moment on, the two sons will be free of charge for noodles at my noodle stall in the future, then I can accept this hanging money with peace of mind" The owner of the noodle stall silently recorded the characteristics of the two of them in his heart, one was handsome and elegant in white, and the other was unique and gloomy in yellow shirts, but he made this almost irresistible request.

"Haha, okay! Talking counts! In the future, I will make an appointment with my friend to often come to your small noodle stall to eat noodles" The cold boy in the yellow shirt laughed twice when he heard the boss's words, but he nodded, and with an interested light on his face, he looked at the white cang, whose eyes were almost about to breathe fire.

"Okay, those two sons go slowly" Seeing the two sons, one yellow and one white, with a very strange atmosphere, leaving, the owner of the noodle stall began to clean up the table, put the string of copper coins into his sleeve, and looked up in a daze to look in the direction where the two of them left, but found that where were the two of them on the street?

Bai Cang followed the yellow-shirted "Leng Gongzi" slowly forward without saying a word, his right foot was still lame, he walked deep and shallow, his back was also rickety, his demeanor was very strange, and his appearance was even more ordinary, if he hadn't seen the terrifying mana on his body, he would not have believed that the man in front of him would be a man in the underworld with high mana.

"Xianjun, I think you should have more troubles than me, isn't it a waste of time for you to follow me like this?" In the end, the man who walked for half a sound saw Bai Cang behind him still silently following without saying a word, but he took the initiative to ask a rhetorical question.

"How can this be said to be a waste of time? I want to settle a good account with you" Leng Gongzi" The white thin lips lightly raised a very cruel smile, a pair of blue tiger eyes firmly locked on the prey fixed in front of him, and a dark sword with a snow-bright edge had been conjured in his hand.

"It seems that the sky is about to get dark" The yellow-shirted "Leng Gongzi" seemed to ignore his very provocative words, raised a pair of dark eyes and glanced at the colorful sky, at this time it was almost dusk, and the sun was about to put away the last afterglow.

"I'll give you three hours, and if you can't kill me before dark, then you can only forgive me Leng Gongzi for not being able to accompany me" The man in the yellow shirt turned his head but smiled softly at Bai Cang without any intention, there was disdain and expectation in the lifeless pair of dark eyes, but more relaxed, and the yellow clothes were rendered even more treacherous in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"I'm afraid that I won't take three hours, and I can finish you in ten minutes" The white and light-colored thin lips raised a cruel smile again, but a pair of blue tiger eyes became murderous in an instant, and he said softly to the man in the yellow shirt very confidently, and the Youyou Sword in his hand kept trembling in his hand, as if he was eager to try to come out of the sheath, and couldn't wait to drink blood.

The man in the yellow shirt didn't respond too much, just said a word briefly, but there was a bit of a sense of neatness in his dark eyes, and the yellow clothes were blown up by the autumn wind, and he looked extremely gloomy and lonely in the sunset.

Almost the next moment, Bai Cang rushed over with lightning speed with the Youyou Sword in his hand, revealing a chilling murderous aura with one move at a time, and stabbed at the yellow-shirted man's unmoved figure with dexterous and extremely fast movements.