The country is divided into three areas: the outer city, the inner city and the national city, and the outer city is where the common people live, which is the so-called slum. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The inner city is the most prosperous area of commerce in the Mirror Wilderness Country, and it is a gathering place for businessmen, and in addition to the imperial palace, the national city is the gathering place of major families, such as the Feng Mansion and the Lonely Mansion and the Alchemist Guild, etc., which are within the scope of the national city.

At night, the lights of the mirror barren country are brilliant, the traffic is busy, the shouting in the night market is earnest, and the happy laughter of the girls is like a crisp bell, which is pleasant to the ear.

In the center of the national city, under the full moon, above the spire of the tower, a woman dressed in a white dress is independent of the night, the stunning shadow under the white full moon is cold and noble, her flowing skirt and black bright and soft long hair hunt in the breeze, as if she is going to ride the wind at any time, a strange gold white mask will cover her face tightly, and the moonlight is even more brilliant.

It is in response to that sentence - there are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent, who take care of the city and the country.

Feng Zitong stood at the top of the tower, staring at the lively night market in the Mirror Wasteland, the corners of his mouth were shallow and hooked.

The ancient night market was much more interesting than the night market of the Chinese Empire, if it wasn't for something tonight, she would definitely pull Feng Aya and Qin Zijin out to go out and relax.

After seeing the night market, it was time to get down to business, if it weren't for Qiansha's insistence that she mobilize the power of the Thousand Faces, she wouldn't be able to come out tonight as a Thousand Faces Spirit Master.

Thinking that Qiancha was going to recuperate for half a month because of this, Feng Zitong felt helpless, this body mirror power really had to find a way to recover.

With a tap of his toes, his whole body soared into the air like a swimming dragon, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

In order to facilitate the mission, Shangyi and Fusu built the Lingtong Medical Hall at the junction of the inner city and the outer city, which was not only low-key, but also convenient for the people in the slums.

Feng Zitong soon arrived in front of the Lingtong Medical Hall, which was very quiet, and he could vaguely hear the sound of the breeze blowing.

I think everyone is going to the night market, just right, don't worry about the crowds.

The medical hall is divided into three floors, but it is amazingly large.

This towering heavy eaves top ridge building is staggered, with a black tile roof, like a miniature version of the Jinluan Palace, and there are four stone pillars side by side in front, each of which is carved with an unnamed spiritual flower pattern, lifelike, as if you can really smell the fragrance of these flowers.

The whole building is dark gray, but the eaves of each floor are covered with golden auspicious clouds and gold leaf, and on top of the black wooden door, there are red lanterns hanging on both sides, which illuminate the plaque hanging directly above the gate, so that people can clearly see the name of Lingtong Medical Center.

Feng Zitong looked at the medical hall in front of him and was very satisfied.

Stepping on the eight steps made of marble, slowly walk to the door, stretch out your hand to push the door open, the entrance is a zigzag verandah, in the middle is a small square courtyard, the stone paved under the steps is a road, the mirror spirit tree in the courtyard is just transplanted in, less than half a person high, there are exquisite carvings on the wall of the gatehouse, this look knows that the evil and Fusu must have spent a lot of thought.

The more Feng Zitong looked at it, the better his mood became, and he walked straight through the square courtyard and into the lobby.

Shangyi and Fusu have been waiting here for a long time.

"How is it, Zitong, are you satisfied?"

Fusu sat on the chair, his eyebrows slanted and raised slightly, his peach blossom eyes were full of smiles, and his tone was lazy and had some taste of invitation.

Feng Zitong replied while continuing to look: "This is in the Mirror Wasteland, when I wear this mask, you can't call me by my name, so as not to be heard." ”

Fusu's body stiffened, and what he said was the same, together with Shangxie: "Yes, palace master!" ”