A strange thing happened on the border of Lingguo, when the new emperors of the two countries ascended the throne and granted amnesty to the world.

The prisoners in the prison were pardoned, and they began to live a rotten life of doing evil for the common people.

Just when the people in the city were panicking, those gangsters who returned to their old jobs, as if possessed by a declining god, either fell on the ground or drank tea and were choked to fractures.

It's really evil.

There is an old man who does not believe in evil and stole the silver of a shop in East Lane.

As a result, as soon as he went out, he knocked on the pillar, immediately fell a dog planer, and performed a perfect backflip in front of everyone.

The pile of silver fell out of his waist, which he had so well hidden.

The shopkeepers were dumbfounded.

Can this habitual thief make such a low-level mistake?

As a result, an unwritten rule gradually spread on the border of Lingguo.

It is forbidden to steal chickens and dogs here.

As a result, within two days, another one was added, and it was not possible to burn, kill, and loot.

Some people say that this place has good feng shui, is blessed by the gods, and there are fewer people who do evil, and the people get along more and more happily, like a family.

It wasn't until one day, a watchman bumped into a black shadow that flew through the air and threw a bag of stolen money into a house, that he suddenly realized.

The people were grateful to the nameless warrior who fought righteously, and even erected a statue for him outside the city, and there were not a few people who went to worship and make vows.

East Lane, cloudy today.

A man in a green shirt took a pot of purple stamens and put it on the table, watered some water, and patiently took scissors to trim the branches and leaves.

"Shopkeeper, work hard, pick potted flowers."

Outside the door, a silver-haired man walked in, wearing a black cloak and a folding fan hooked on his fingertips, looking somewhat nondescript in this cool weather.

He entered the door and looked around.

Seeing a pot of spike-shaped white flowers carefully served in the corner, his eyes lit up, "That's it." ”

This night fragrant jade is really happy.

It would be best to put his new priests' house in his place.

"That pot is not for sale."

The man in the green shirt turned his back to him, loosened the soil for Zirui, and refused in a gentle tone.

Xiluo dissatisfiedly accepted the folding fan, "If you don't sell it, you still put it out." ”

"Appropriate for the occasion."

Yueling turned her head and saw that it was a familiar face, she was slightly surprised, and smiled politely.

But Xiluo was stunned, "Didn't you follow Ai Qianwan...... Where is she and how is she now?! Do you know? ”

Since last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, after the Soul Sacrifice, he woke up from a coma, surrounded by his equally dazed fellow clansmen.

He can vaguely piece it together, the soul sacrifice was broken, he was honest as a demon dog, Ai Qianwan was removed from his soul power by the holy blood whip, and his soul was almost killed.

Besides......

On the other side, I can't even think of anything.

He searched for Ai Qianwan for a whole year.

But it was as if she had completely disappeared.

Even the elders' judgments could not be calculated.

Yueling lowered her eyes and was silent for a long time, "She...... I'm looking for it too. ”

Xiluo seemed to be deflated, and the corners of his mouth were a little lost.

"Also, this king can't find it, let alone you."

He was also stunned, and actually pinned his hopes on a useless Terran.

Yueling's face turned bloody, "If the prince has news of her, please trouble your lordship and inform Ling." ”

Xiluo waved his hand.

Chunhua walked up to him and reminded in a low voice, "Elder, the priest's mansion still has important matters to deal with......

Thinking of the dusty judgment scrolls on the priest's mansion, and the noisy family that came to him every day, Xi Luo's face crossed a trace of hesitation.

pointed to a pot of purple stamen with a cold face, and was reluctantly taken away by the spring flowers and autumn moon.

Woo.

I don't want to do it, sir.

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