Seeing that Xing Feiyu didn't speak, some soldiers became impatient. "What do you ask?"

"Either these prisoners are the leaders of these people, and these people are protecting him. ”

"It should also be a mute, kill him directly!"

Xing Feiyu suddenly raised his head, showed an ugly smile, and said in a low voice. "Silence is not silent, we just suffer and never complain. ”

As soon as the words fell, huge golden wings were born from the back of Xing Feiyu, and they soared into the sky.

"It's an immortal cultivator! kill him!!"

Ten thousand arrows shot from under Xing Feiyu's body, all of them were blown away by the strong wind generated by the wings.

A short-lived silent brotherhood, after a war, only Xing Feiyu survived.

Xing Feiyu flew away from Fujun City, and the next day, he walked into the uninhabited alley in the lower city of the imperial capital.

Before he entered the lower city, he conjured a golden paintbrush in his hand, sketched a few strokes on his face at will, and turned into a white-faced son like jade, although it was very inconsistent with his burly body.

But it's much more beautiful than his previous ugly face.

After he walked out of the alley, he found a random boatman by the river that can be found everywhere in the lower city, and set off towards the shift gate at the foot of the Apocalypse Mountain.

paid a silver baht to enter the city, since Tianji and Wanchen fought hotly, there was no place to stop in the ten states of the Northern Wilderness, thieves and robbers were in chaos.

More and more people came to Fujun City for refuge, and the entrance fee also increased several times.

Through the shift gate, you will come to the imperial capital of Shangcheng.

Xing Feiyu saw strange buildings that were hundreds or even thousands of years ahead of other cities.

The first thing I experienced was not shock, but a kind of sadness that came from the heart.

Yesterday there was a war outside, but the city is still bustling, people come and go, and everything goes according to plan.

No one knew that so many people had died less than twenty miles away.

There was no sign of being wanted as expected, and it seemed that the people of Fujun City didn't take him seriously, or felt that he had run away.

Without being noticed, Xing Feiyu returned to his original ugly appearance.

Everything is in order here, there is no shadow of Wang Xie at all, and even if there is, it is covered up by the vast sea of people.

Perhaps, Wang Xie has not yet come to this city.

After leaving the Immortal Sect and the Thousand Annihilation Painting Saints to break up unhappily, Xing Feiyu knew that he had to do everything himself.

But now he just wants to get drunk in a goddamn tavern.

He is now a great immortal cultivator of the sixth realm, and in the battle just now, even if he can't save everyone, he can save those who protect him in the end.

But he didn't do anything because he couldn't think of any reason to save those people.

The Silent Brotherhood is no longer innocent the moment it draws its weapons and starts killing.

They are so vulnerable, and they look so pathetic when they resist.

Even if it is saved, it still can't change the sad facts.

It's like when he was in the city of the drizzle, he couldn't do anything about human nature, or rather, he was tired of it, and if there was no one and no fighting, wouldn't the world be quieter.

As soon as this thought appeared, Xing Feiyu shuddered, this sounded more like Wang Xie's thoughts.

He banished the jumbled thoughts from his mind and casually stepped into a tavern.

The glassware in the tavern was soaked with all kinds of animals, and it was smoky and noisy, and the white tiger in his arms writhed in resistance.

Xing Feiyu put the kitten-like white tiger on the ground. "Go ahead, Ah Mao, and go and have fun yourself. ”

The white tiger then burst out of the tavern.

"Stupid Mao, I don't know the fun here. Xing Feiyu shook his head, came to the bar, asked for a dozen bottles of the strongest wine, and indulged himself to get drunk.

When he drank the tenth bottle, he opened his mouth and said nonsense: "Damn, Wang Xie, where are you, I will kill you and end my miserable life." ”

Vomiting ———— then he vomited, he could have used his spiritual power to vaporize the alcohol in his body, but he didn't, he wanted to experience the feeling of being drunk.

The tavern owner arrived at him menacingly, swearing and swearing. "Damn bastard ugly, is Wang Xie your little lover, you've been talking about it for a while, you fucking spit out the Creation Sea for him!! I'm going to charge twice the price!"

Xing Feiyu said vaguely: "I have money, it's in my pocket." ”

The tavern owner came up straight up and began to rummage through his coat pockets, rummaging through them and seeing nothing in them.

"Ugly big one, there is no money in your pocket, you have to watch out for thieves in the tavern. The tavern owner beckoned.

"Wait a minute, I have the ring. Xing Feiyu stretched out his hand, his gaze becoming confused, because the spatial ring on his hand was also missing.

A guy with a long metal stick strode up and hit Xing Feiyu's head.

After being beaten for a moment, Fei Yu's eyes widened. "You guys beat me?"

It was another dull stick, and before Xing Feiyu could induce the spiritual power to sober up, he fainted.

......

After a long time, Xing Feiyu woke up from a coma with a splitting headache.

He tried to move his body, but found himself shackled to a red brick wall, surrounded by translucent plastic curtains, which smelled cold, like a warehouse.

Behind the translucent plastic curtains are mostly beds, some of which are lying people, some of which are empty, and they look like a medical hall.

Behind the translucent curtain, Xing Feiyu dimly saw two figures and heard an inaudible conversation.

"Damn, you brought an immortal cultivator to me, what do you want me to do?"

"Take off the useful things on his body and make up for my losses, do you know how much wine he drank?

"He is an immortal cultivator, his heart, liver, spleen and lungs are not compatible with us, and it is useless to take them off. ”

"He doesn't have any useful organs in his body, he's an immortal cultivator. ”

Xing Feiyu was still confused when he heard this, he tried to break free, but found that he was tied very firmly.

The two men behind the curtain heard the voice, lifted the plastic curtain, and came to him.

One was a tavernkeeper, the other was a burly man with large ears and a big belly propping up a dark red oilcloth apron.

Xing Feiyu felt that he was still a little weak, this feeling came from the shackles of the Soul Destroying Stone on his limbs, it seemed that these people knew the weakness of immortal cultivators.

"What's going on? Why did you arrest me? Xing Feiyu asked calmly.

The tavernkeeper looked impatient. "You're awake, outsider, don't bother, I brought you here to pay off your debts and cut off your kidneys or livers, but the butcher said that you are an immortal cultivator, and you can't match the organs of mortals, and your value is no better than a pig, it's really unlucky. ”

Hearing the tavernkeeper's words, Xing Feiyu laughed and mocked, "The big-eared butcher next to you is called the butcher? ”。

......

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