Aryad Realm Dragon City

At night, a blood-red moon hangs in the inky blue sky, like a blood-red one-eyed, and anyone who looks at it will know that this is a bad omen, and something bad will definitely happen. So, before midnight, people at the night market left their stalls and went home. Soon after, the wind began to blow in the streets, and those winds crisscrossed the streets and alleys, making high-pitched screams, and finally, the wind stopped, and stopped at the antique shop: Come here.

The old man who came over was lying in the bedroom on the second floor, and was woken up by the movement of this gloomy wind, and the shopkeeper often traded with all kinds of people, so he developed a habit that made him very suspicious, suspicious of all strange things. In his understanding, the sudden appearance of a yin wind roar in the middle of the night must be a bad omen.

The shopkeeper sat at the head of the bed, staring at an antique mural on the wall in the dark room for a long time, and suddenly remembered the scene when he was doing business a few days ago. That day, a mysterious man wearing sunglasses came in and said that he wanted to sell him a treasure, he inquired a few times, and found that it was a priceless parchment scroll, and immediately became greedy, unexpectedly the mysterious man actually sold it to him at a low price, and bought it at a sky-high price, telling him to give it to a young man wearing a sachet-eating belt when he came.

That's why when he saw Dongfang Ziyan's belt, the shopkeeper would be like this. But since the map was sent, the shopkeeper has been worried, although he studied carefully but still can't understand the ancient text on the map, because that kind of text is the ancient era of the sacrificial text, because this very old text has been basically lost to now, and his real name has long been unknown, so people in the industry generally use it as "ancient spells", there is an old legend that this ancient spell will bring disaster to people.

"Tuk Tuk!" Suddenly there was a sharp knock on the door downstairs.

The shopkeeper's heart tightened, and he immediately pulled out the long sword from under the bed, "It seems that the old man is in big trouble today." He muttered to himself as he drew his sword from its dark blue jeweled scabbard, and a refreshing cold light continued to emerge in the faint moonlight, seeping out like clear water.

Famous Sword Cold Moon!!

In fact, he is a hidden master, but he has been living incognito here for many years. After putting on his white robe, he walked downstairs in the dark room.

Without waiting for the shopkeeper to go downstairs, the people outside the door seemed to be tired of waiting, and slammed the door open with one kick, not so much as by a strong explosion, and the two doors were blown to pieces, and the charred sawdust mixed with the wood fragments rained down on the antique shelves. Countless treasures were destroyed.

As soon as the shopkeeper came down the stairs, he saw that one of the treasures in the store had been destroyed, and under the terrifying murderous aura, the old man with yellow hair and drooping hair had no fear on his face. There were three people in white at the door, and they didn't need to look at the shopkeeper to know that the comer was not good, and it seemed that the signboard of "coming over" today could not be saved.

"Four guests, the small shop is not opened by a rich master, and the foundation is thin, and the profit is less and the loss is more, so don't come to smash the field, right?" The shopkeeper whispered, "Besides, I don't remember when or where I provoked the four. ”

"I'm here today for a roll of sheepskin, and I heard that you got a roll of sheepskin with five phalanges hanging from your shop last month, and someone bought it just a few days ago." One of the four stepped forward and took off his mask, "I want to know the whereabouts of that sheepskin." Oh, by the way, I should have introduced myself first," the man's face was in the backlight, and the shopkeeper couldn't see it clearly, but the man moved a chair and sat down, "My name is Lugulus, and people often call me 'King of the Earth.'" ”

"Lugulus, the 'King of the Earth'?" The shopkeeper's body trembled, and the other two people also showed their true colors, and the shopkeeper muttered: "'Silver Fox' Reas, 'Iron Fist' Zhou Haoran, how could the three famous kings of the Senate come to the shop?" ”

"I've just said the purpose of my coming, hurry up and answer me, I'm impatient." Lugulus said.

These three people are the three Ming kings who guard Emperor Xuan, but these three Ming kings did not guard Hongjun Liuli in the imperial capital, but came to this remote shop in the middle of the night, which is incredible, but more creepy, because these three people... They are all masters whose abilities are no less than those of the eight high-level holy servants.

"Is this what the man who bought the parchment looks like?" Lugulus threw a wanted warrant at the shopkeeper's feet.

The shopkeeper glanced at it and said, "No, it looks completely different." ”

"There is a price to be paid for lying." Lugulus was furious.

"It's not this one." The old man of the store manager said convincingly.

"Looks like we have to kill today." Reas said gloomily, and a silver fox appeared on his shoulder.

"It's really a ...... of the world," said the shopkeeper, the famous sword Leng Yue in his hand let out a sad hum, "If that's the case, I'll tell you, even if I really know where the young man is, I won't tell you." ”

"Finally showing your true face, right? Xing Lengyue, since your teacher Tie Qiusheng mysteriously disappeared, you have also disappeared from the human world, and we are here today to eradicate your troubles. Lugulus said.

"Hehe, come on! The worst government dog thief. I still have to do justice to the teacher and Lord Aurora! The shopkeeper exclaimed.

The true identity of this old man turned out to be a disciple of Tie Qiusheng, a well-known "ghost and god craftsman" in the Three Realms. But it is rumored that Tie Qiusheng has only accepted two students in his life, one is Frey Heracross, the great fighting star of the Luban Guild a long time ago, who was known as the "Emperor of Machinery" before, and the second disciple is this old man: Xing Lengyue. But five years ago, the Luban trade union was inexplicably attacked, and finally the union was forced to disintegrate, and Frey disappeared, and Xing Lengyue, the union elder who originally followed Frey, also disappeared with him.

Lugulus's hands glowed green, "You can't be left today..."

Three hours have passed, "come over" has been destroyed and the body is incomplete, the three Ming kings are standing on the street, the shopkeeper Xing Lengyue is lying in the ruins, with the broken Leng Yue Sword inserted by his side, the yin wind blows, making a terrifying mournful sound, like a funeral song at a funeral.