Chapter 1275 Build a City 25
Generally speaking, warriors live to be thousands of years old.
But it would be good for ordinary people to live for four or five hundred years.
The physique is not strong enough, and in the star field where the weak eat the strong, it will not live long.
Yan Tao smiled lightly, "At the age of the old man, how can he catch moonlight insects?" β
"No kids?"
Umbrella Luqi shook his head, "When the child was out and out, he was hit by a stone rolled up by the wind, and he has been going there for many years. I'm old and I don't have much ability, so I can only make money from this. β
On this street, he can't get what other people sell.
When Yu Si heard the old man's words, his heart chuckled.
He suddenly thought of Yan Tao's command just now, sweat oozed from his forehead, and he couldn't help but look back.
Sure enough, I saw that the faces of the people standing there were pale, and it was obvious that they understood Yan Tao's intentions.
Long before Yan Tao came, Yu Steyi asked people to prepare.
The baffle was deliberately blocked at the tuyere.
It is estimated that it can survive the days of Yan Tao's inspection.
Even just now, the wind was there, but it wasn't big.
Could it be...... The head of the house found out?
No, it won't, right?
Yusi was comforting himself when he heard the sound of rolling stones.
The residents of Xingtai City have been blown by this wind for many years, and basically act as soon as they hear it.
The old man was too, his face full of panic.
"This young master, find a place to hide! We are often swept by the wind, and there are too many stones rolled up, which will kill people! β
A group of small vendors were busy packing up their things, and the old man saw that Yan Tao and them were still in place, and his steps stopped again.
"This young master, listen to my advice, this wind is too strong, and people can't hold it! It's likely that they'll run away with the trend! β
As he spoke, the old man was going to pull Yan Tao's sleeve.
"Don't worry, old man."
Yan Tao smiled lightly and glanced at Yuan Jing casually.
Yuan Jing raised his hand.
In an instant, dozens of pale blue light masks fell from the sky.
Some were big and some were small, but they covered the people in the streets.
The old man hugged the old burden and looked at the illusory light mask in front of him in shock.
Thisβthis is ......
Yuan Jing covered the people and the head of the Yan family, but did not cover Yu Si and them.
The wind was raging, and Yu Si's face turned white.
With those three city lords.
The wind howled, like a tornado, and Yu Si and the others turned slightly pale.
"Home, home, we ......"
The young man looked lazy and indifferent, with his hands around his chest, "Survive this time, if you have a life, you will report to Ben Shuai." β
The wind accompanied by the yellow sand can block everyone's view.
The fierce wind whistle in his ears was like a ghost howling.
It's just a short two minutes, but for Yu Si and the others, it's a long time to make people desperate.
Finally, the wind stopped.
The streets are full of rolling stones and all sorts of things.
The old man stretched out his hand and poked at the illusory ball of light that protected him.
"Psychic Warrior...... You are a spiritual warrior......"
The old man knelt on the ground tremblingly, "Thank you, young master, for saving our lives." β
Every time the wind rises, it is a test of life and death for them.
Look at God, let them live.
This time the wind is so strong that it is definitely not possible to avoid it by relying on some baffles.
The people who were hiding nearby could hardly believe that they had saved their lives under such a strong wind.
When they reacted, they found out who had saved them.
With a plop, he knelt in front of Yan Tao.
"Thank you, young master!"
"Thank you, young master, for saving our lives."