Three days later, Rento.

As the capital of the mortal palace, the area of the dragon city is four or five times larger than the white horse city, the cattle city and the golden pig city combined, the kind that can not be seen at a glance, the master who designed the dragon capital divided the city into eight sectors, respectively representing the eight hexagrams of the eight trigrams, in addition, in addition to the undulating buildings on the ground, there are also buildings of comparable scale underground, echoing each other on the ground, representing yin and yang.

It's noon, most people have already had lunch, or take a nap in the cool place, or chat at home, Boss Jia is no exception, his pancake shop has not had guests for an hour, but there are a few flies buzzing and staring at the unsold pancakes, but Boss Jia's upper eyelids and lower eyelids are fighting, and he is sleepy, and he is too lazy to reach out and shout.

It didn't take long for Boss Jia to finally try his best to make the two brothers reconcile and love each other, and he was also relieved, tilting his head and snoring in his nose.

A small black head suddenly poked out in front of the pancake stand, and if it weren't for the thief's eyes, it really wouldn't have been a child.

The black child saw that Boss Jia was asleep, so he stretched out his thin arm and grabbed three pancakes, turned his head and ran, who knew that he hadn't run two steps, but he was trampled under his feet, and suddenly a dog gnawed mud, and the three pancakes also rolled out in a circle, the black child couldn't care about the pain all over his body, a pair of eyes were generating electricity, and he even crawled to chase those pancakes, but before he could run a step, he suddenly felt a sore back of his neck, and he had been lifted up like a puppy, and when he turned his head, he was actually Boss Jia who had been sleeping just now!

Boss Jia pinched the black child with a disgusted face, but the anger in his eyes was even worse, and he yelled at the black child: "You thief stole my pancakes for several days in a row, and I caught you today, right? Hmph! The Son of Heaven also dares to make trouble! I will send you to the yamen, beat you dozens of big boards, and beat you to pulp!"

Hearing this, the black child was not only not afraid, but raised his mouth is a bubble of spittle, Boss Jia was sprayed, and he was immediately furious, and turned around and threw the black child into the oil pot!

The black child was in mid-air, grinning with his teeth bared and fierce, as if he wanted to bring this Boss Jia into the oil pot with him.

When Boss Jia scolded, many people in the vicinity had already gathered around, and they couldn't help but be dumbfounded when they saw Boss Jia's behavior of blowing up people, but that's all, no one wanted to stop it.

However, just when the savage black child was about to fall into the oil pot, out of nowhere, a strong arm suddenly stretched out, and grabbed the black child before he was about to fall into the oil pot!

Boss Jia was actually very angry for a while, and now in retrospect, he broke out in a cold sweat, but when he saw that someone came forward to save people, he was proud, and he turned to look at the person with his stomach straight: "You are the father of this little thief?"

The person who grabbed the child was a young man who was not good-looking, wearing a broken felt hat on his head, and he could vaguely see the light inside, and he seemed to have no hair.

The young man ignored Boss Jia at all, but said to the black child with concern: "Don't be afraid, there is a big brother." ”

Boss Jia took his words and said, "Big brother is amazing, give money!"

The young man slowly put the black child down, and then glanced at Boss Jia coldly, reached into his arms and pulled it out.

Seeing this action, Boss Jia breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that even if this person is poor, he can still afford to pay for a few pancakes.

At this time, he saw that the young man slowly took out a piece of frosted black paper and a small tube wrapped in red paper, Boss Jia squinted and looked at it, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this red tube was a bit like the kind of artillery battle set off on Chinese New Year's Eve? Just as he was about to ask, the young man had already wiped the frosted black paper with the head of the artillery battle, and a small fire broke out with the snort of the artillery battle.

Boss Jia, including the onlookers, were a little stunned when they saw this, and the young man had already thrown the sneering artillery battle to Boss Jia, hugged the black child and turned around and left.

Boss Jia pinched the small cannon fight, his lower eyelids moved, and suddenly shouted: "Want to bluff people with this kind of little kid's thing?

The black child seemed to be about to turn around to look at Boss Jia, but was grabbed by the young man, only to hear him say: "Real man, never look back at the explosion." ”

As soon as the words fell, the cannon in Boss Jia's hand suddenly cracked and turned into a firelight the size of a watermelon, and then the firelight suddenly shrank and bloomed again-

"Boom!"

Boss Jia's pancake shop has completely disappeared in Longdu since then.

In the firelight, the young man hugged the black child with a blank face, as if he had become accustomed to this kind of thing.

The black kid couldn't help but ask, "Big brother, big brother, when will I be able to use this kind of artillery to kill these rotten beeps!"

The corners of the young man's mouth raised, but his eyes were still as calm as water: "As long as you are upgraded two levels, you can use this kind of rubbing cannon, and when the time comes, you can blow up whoever you want, and you will have a big brother to cover it." ”

When the black child heard this, he immediately cheered, and seemed to have completely forgotten the three pancakes on the ground that he had been desperately trying to snatch......

And somewhere in the darkness nearby, there was a person who couldn't help but swallow his saliva, Brother Qin was really first-class, he could even use the cannon so well, and the heart of protecting the short was like mushrooms after a rain, and it grew to the sky in an instant, and even the lowest-level disciples in the group would be perfectly protected!

The man couldn't help but recall this incident in his mind three times in a row, and then felt a stone-like thing in the darkness, leaned to his nose and took a deep breath, before nodding his head and leaving the corner.

Walking out of the room, the man was a young man in a strange costume, his hair was fluffy, but he hadn't dyed it yet, his face was not ringed, his eyes were clear like water, but it didn't seem to match this outfit, and for some reason he was trembling slightly, maybe he was too shocked to see Brother Qin's scene just now.

The young man looked left and right, and when he saw that there was no one, he stretched out his hand and pinched a finger, and the whole person suddenly turned into a black shadow and sank into the ground.

When he settled down in the dark alleyways underground, he heard the sound of laughter and fuss not far away, mixed with a lot of low roars, but the young man walked towards the place where the sound came from.

Taken away, it was a round room with a roof constantly leaking water, a few beams of light kept rotating under the drive of the spells, sweeping the figures in the darkness, and some of the spells made a "knock" sound, many people dressed in the same clothes as the teenagers were dancing wildly in the field, and from time to time someone took out a stone and put it to his nose to take a deep breath.

(End of chapter)