A few beautiful girls walking on the street are actually very eye-catching. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Especially in order to protect Ren Ying, who had just been attacked last night, Wen Yu also transferred some masters, and together with Ren Ying's mercenaries, they surrounded their group on the left and right three floors.

Clear the way!

In addition to the beautiful girls who are clustered in the middle, there is also Mu Qian who bows his head and swipes his mobile phone all the way.

"Huh? Is this a group of young ladies going out shopping? ”

"Who is that young man? It can't be a pet servant or something......"

"Hey, don't say it, I've seen it all!"

But who is Mu Qian? As a demon king, how can the country be stable if he is not thick-skinned? He didn't care about the pedestrians around him pointing at him, and he wouldn't lose a piece of meat anyway.

Xiao Ling was pulled left and right by Wen Yu and Ren Ying, like a little princess who was hugged, and she was not very adaptable.

"Brother?" Xiao Ling turned his head and shouted.

Mu Qian looked up and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Aren't we too ...... raised his profile a little, "My sister really doesn't adapt to this kind of formation."

"Uh-huh! I think so too! Wen Yu looked around, and kept thinking about countermeasures in his heart...... She was finally able to come out and relax, and it was too uncomfortable to be surrounded by so many people.

Mu Qian glanced at the cigarette scar and said, "When I'm by Ren Ying's side, you can take a vacation for a while." ”

Somehow, Smoke Scar was very respectful of Mu Qian, and bowed his head and responded: "Yes." With a gesture, most of the black-suited bodyguards around him immediately retreated.

Wen Yu also recruited a guard from the Wen family and explained some matters in a low voice, and the remaining guards also dispersed around.

"Let's go!" Ren Ying pointed to a well-decorated brand store not far in front, pressed Xiao Ling's shoulder, leaned into Xiao Ling's ear and said, "Xiao Ling, what gift do you want, will my sister give it to you?" ”

Xiao Ling continued to look at his brother and muttered in a low voice: "The teacher said, arrogant and lascivious...... Not so good. ”

Will my brother scold? And if you receive a gift, you should return it according to the principle of equivalence, which is the education of your parents.

"I have a lot of clothes," Xiao Ling said with a grin, "I'll just go shopping with my sisters." ”

Mu Qian smiled in the back, Xiao Ling's sensibility also has the role of his 'words and deeds'; not to do more than his own consumption power is actually a major guarantee for being able to live confidently.

Life, material sufficiency, spiritual wealth, in Mu Qian's view, is actually enough.

So he didn't give much wealth to this warm little family, also because he had different levels and pursued different things.

If he enjoys power and wealth, then he can modify the memories of others at will, so that the Zhen family is rich......

"Don't be polite to your sister Ren!" Wen Yu waved his hand, "Buy, buy, buy, it's all counted in the chairman's account today!" ”

Xiao Ling hurriedly shook his head, but was 'framed' into the clothing store by Ren Ying and Wen Yu.

"Hello and welcome."

At the door, Song Shijing seemed to have something to say to Mu Qian, and deliberately stopped.

"Aren't you going in?" Mu Qian asked.

"Well, I don't really like the brand."

Song Shijing straightened the hair next to her ear, looked at Mu Qian, and originally wanted to say, 'If you have any offense before, please forgive me', but when the words came to her mouth, they became ......, "Is Sister Yu okay?" ”

"It's okay, she's very the bones," Mu Qian stood at the door of the store with his hands behind his back, "She's gone?" ”

"Well," Xiao Song bowed his head and said, "She left in a hurry, it should be something in the mountains...... Well, I'll go in and have a look. ”

Mu Qian shrugged, and it turned out that he was the only boy standing on the street outside......

Song Shijing lowered her head and walked past Mu Qian, and she also felt a slight sense of disobedience that was different from usual.

"Xiao Song, come and see, this dress matches your temperament well!" Wen Yu was already talking there, this girl who is now firmly in the position of the head of the Wen family, looks really good today.

Mu Qian sat casually on the bench next to the store, and no one looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the pedestrian street.

Within a radius of 100 meters, there were still some Wen family guards dressed in civilian clothes who were watching the passers-by, and the safety of the Wen family head was very important to the Wen family.

Before the group chat was over, Mu Qian was bored and went in to send a message of 'who's there'.

With a soft ding, Zhu Xiu jumped out: "I'm here, Brother Mu Qian." ’

Mu Qian sent an emoji: (laughs)

'Where's your brother?' ’

"It's good to get rid of the violence again," Zhu Xiu's next message carried a little resentment, "He used to be at home with me on weekends, but now he knows that he is messing around outside with his little brothers." ’

Mu Qian: 'Ah, I've grown up too. ’

Zhu Xiu: '......'

'Is there anything going on in town?' Mu Qian asked.

'Nothing. ’

Without waiting for Mu Qian to send the news, Zhu Xiu's news popped up again: "I heard that there was a haunted place some time ago, and many people heard it when they passed by a park...... It's scary. ’

This little girl, she should have watched too many horror movies.

'There are no real ghosts in this world, don't worry. ’

When Mu Qian sent this message, he felt a little emotion in his heart.

Probably, this is the main reason why the demon slayers choose to let ordinary people live in paradise, so that they don't know the cruel truth of this world.

Most ordinary humans have little combat power, and if they know that there are demons and monsters and alien hostile life, what can they do if they are weak?

It's better to be drunk and dream of dying for a lifetime.

However, it is ridiculous to say that the demon slayers probably didn't notice that it was because of their policy that the vast majority of humans lacked the awareness to survive in that dangerous environment.

And this awareness is an important driving force to unleash potential.

How many demon slayers with very different talents have been missed by the human main plane because of this...... It can be seen from the current power comparison between the human main plane and the demon realm.

"Sir." A waitress came up to Mu Qian with a teacup in the store, "This is the jasmine tea that the young lady inside ordered for you." ”

Mu Qian Ghost said to the gods: "Add one more cup." ”

"Okay sir, I'll wait until you're done drinking."

"Ah, no," Mu Qian smiled, "bring one more cup over and exchange it for the best tea you have here, and the tea money will be found by a few eldest ladies inside, they are not bad for money." ”

The waitress seemed to have some disgust in her eyes, but she still said yes with a smile on her face, and turned around and entered the door.

Mu Qian took a sip of tea and said, "Why are you here?" Facial paralysis of the face. ”

No one noticed that a young man appeared next to Mu Qian at some point; The young man was also dressed in a strange robe, with a retro crown-like jade helmet on his head.

As Mu Qian said, this young man has a paralyzed face, his knife-like face and flat eyes, but he exudes an irrepressible arrogance.

"Have you had enough of the games?" He spoke, his voice seemed a little tense, "Demon King." ”

Mu Qian shook his head: "Don't bother me, and don't tell me my whereabouts." ”

"You're threatening me."

"Do you want to have another fight?"

The young man was silent.

The door opened, and the waitress came over with a teacup, leaning over to give it to Mu Qian.

Mu Qian pointed to his side: "For him." ”

"Huh?" The waitress looked up.

Huh? When will there be another person?

The young man's gaze met the waitress for a moment, and the waitress's hand shook, and some of the tea overflowed.

Somehow, inexplicable fear.