Chapter I

Mid-summer pilgrimage to the capital

"Stop!"

On the busy and crowded streets, there was a sudden loud shout, which made many people turn their eyes to the place where the sound came from. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I saw a teenager suddenly rush out of the crowd, rushing away from the crowd like a spirit monkey, jumping out of the distance at once, and frightened those passers-by to hurriedly make a way.

"Stop... You little rabbit, dare to steal my steamed buns... Let me catch it, I have to pick your skin... You stop .."

I saw a burly middle-aged man with a beard on his face, holding a wooden stick in his hand, chasing the young man with a fierce face, and kept chattering.

And this panicked teenager was about fifteen or sixteen years old, his hair was messy, his originally immature face was covered by a thick layer of black substance, his clothes were in tatters, and his black hands were holding two snow-white steamed buns, gnawing as he walked.

The boy shuttled through the crowd very fast, no matter how crowded the people in front of him were, but as long as he smelled the sour smell on his body, he would hide far away and let him go.

"Gollum... Your grandfather's! Didn't the master just eat your two steamed buns? As for such a relentless pursuit? The young man swallowed the last bite of steamed buns and said with an unhappy face: "When you have money in the future, the master will buy your shop and let you watch me eat steamed buns without blinking." ”

As he spoke, the boy quickly turned around the cross street in front of him, and disappeared into the crowd in a blink of an eye.

When the burly man with a beard chased after him, he looked around, but the young man was no longer visible.

"Bastard, let this kid run away." He stomped his foot in anger.

It's no wonder he's so angry, he hasn't encountered this kind of overlord meal when he opens his door to do business, but he hasn't met this kind of person who comes to steal steamed buns again and again!

This is the sixteenth time.

You know, in this huge Lindu City, I don't know how many steamed bun shops there are, but this little bastard is the only one who is eyeing what I sell.

The young man looked at the burly man who had successfully got rid of him again, his face was full of joy, he turned around and laughed, and once again took out the steamed bun that was blackened by his dirty hands and took a bite, and said in his mouth: "This fat man's steamed bun is still the most authentic!" ”

But when he turned around, he was hit headfirst into a strong body.

"Boom!" There was a shock, and an invisible energy directly shook the young man to staggered back two steps, and finally sat on the ground, and the steamed bun in his hand also fell to the ground.

The young man watched the steamed bun fall in front of him, and his heart was particularly emotional, so he quickly stood up and looked at the person who had just hit him.

I saw a middle-aged man in a dark red robe standing in front of him, his expression was serious, and he was full of fierce energy, and he also looked at the young man with a stunned expression.

Seeing the young man shocked by his own strength, but he was fine at all, the middle-aged man was extremely surprised.

He sensed it carefully, but he didn't find any Yuan Force aura on the young man's body, why was this?

The boy originally stood up to give the person who bumped into him a scolding scold, but 'that bastard hit me?' Before these words could be uttered, he was frightened back by the fierce aura exuded by the middle-aged man.

After coughing a few times, the young man smiled dryly and lowered his head to pick up the steamed bun that had just fallen on the ground, and was about to turn around and leave.

He didn't dare to provoke these cultivators, because he knew that the person in front of him could kill him in the blink of an eye, and the evil aura emanating from him was extremely terrifying, which proved that the latter was not a good person.

When the middle-aged man saw that the young man was about to leave, his originally serious expression finally appeared with a faint smile, and asked, "Little brother stay." ”

Hearing the middle-aged man's shout, the young man turned to look at him with a surprised face and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Are you alright?" The middle-aged man asked lightly.

"Oh... It's okay..."The young man shook his fluffy hair and said with a smile, but in his heart he was saying, "Your grandfather's, can you be okay?" Are you lacking in eyes? Try it for you! it!

"It's okay." The middle-aged man nodded, looking at the ragged street prodigal in front of him, as if he was thinking about something.

The young man laughed dryly, wanting to get away from this dangerous figure immediately, and took the already dirty steamed bun in his hand and wanted to nibble on two bites.

seemed to know that the young man in front of him was a little afraid of himself, and then saw that the steamed bun in his hand was dirty, and hurriedly grabbed his hand and said, "This steamed bun is dirty and can't be eaten." ”

At the same time, the middle-aged man grabbed the palm of the young man's hand, and a faint aura of Yuan Force quietly poured into his body, to the surprise of the former, the latter did not have any Yuan Force breath in his body, so this was sure that he was not a martial artist

"It's okay, you can't waste it, you can still eat it when you wipe it clean." The boy said very seriously.

Looking at the young man's serious appearance, he knew very well how precious and luxurious the food was for these homeless people who were full and didn't know how many hungry they were.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he seemed to have thought of something, and spread it behind his back with one hand, a blood-red streamer shone, and the wriggling red viscosity slowly condensed, and finally formed a bloody big steamed bun.

"Since you like to eat steamed buns so much, this steamed bun should be regarded as compensation for soiling your steamed buns just now." In the young man's stunned gaze, the middle-aged man stuffed the steamed bun that looked like red blood into his hand, turned around and took two steps, turned his back to him and asked, "By the way, little brother, you... What is your name? ”

The young man looked at the bloody steamed buns in his hand, and subconsciously said two words: "Mo Chen!" ”

"Mo Chen!" The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth lifted a faint arc, and he walked slowly towards the front of the street and said, "Wandering people! It's time to think about where we're going to go. ”

After speaking, the time of one breath is to disappear without a trace.

Mo Chen came back to his senses, looked at the soft and bloody steamed bun in his hand, swallowed his saliva, and muttered, "Are you sure this is edible??" ”

"Little bunny, I've finally found you! Stop me!! ”

At this moment, there was a loud shout behind him, and I saw the burly man with a beard rushing over quickly.

Mo Chen didn't turn his head back, he just ran away, because he knew who was chasing him, and he disappeared into the crowd as quickly as possible.

The burly man with a beard on his face really couldn't chase anymore, he directly bent over and panted, and shouted angrily at the place where Mo Chen disappeared: "You little bastard, don't let me see you, otherwise I have to break your dog's legs... Oops, my old waist!! ”

In the attic not far away, a middle-aged man in a dark red robe, looking at the place where Mo Chen disappeared, the corners of his mouth lifted an arc, and said lightly: "Duckweed, no worries, no roots, such a person is the most suitable person to be my red blood cave." ”

As soon as the words fell, with a wave of the sleeve robe, it turned into a blood-red sticky and disappeared.