This street is the most prosperous street in Dragon City at night.

The street is divided into three sections, the front section is full of restaurants, the middle section is full of bars and song halls, and the third section is lined with various hotels along both sides of the street.

In a word, as long as you bring enough money, you can taste all kinds of food and all kinds of beauty here.

The voices are boiling, and the plans are staggered, staging the red dust under the prosperous world.

In the neon light and shadow, there was a girl dressed in black standing at this moment.

Her temperament is cold, which is incompatible with this prosperity.

But it cannot be denied that this adds to her mystery and charm.

Within the 100 meters I had walked to her, no less than five people had accosted her.

It's just that she never looked at them.

His deep eyes were like the stars in the night sky, staring at me without blinking, and he would move his fingers twice from time to time.

Every time I moved, I could hear the angry roar of the silly eagle.

What's wrong with playing, you have to play with my carving?

"Young Master, save my ......"

Gesturing to it to calm down, I walked up to Angelica Anderson.

"Why are you here?"

"I can go wherever I want, and I have to report to you?"

"That's not necessary, it's your freedom to come and go, but you let go of this stupid carving."

"It's okay to let go, but don't you say thank you?"

Mo Angelica seems to like this big silly eagle very much, especially the carved hairs on its body, which are messed up for a while, and tidy up for a while, and never get tired of it.

"Why do you want to say thank you?"

I know that Angelica thinks highly of herself, and even likes to put on music at times, but this is not an excuse for her to be vexatious.

"If it weren't for me, this big stupid bird would have been plucked out of the pot."

As he spoke, Mo Angelica glanced to the side.

Following her gaze, I frowned.

In the corner of the beer park next door, I saw a man.

The man looked to be in his seventies, dressed very simply, with a long-sleeved undershirt on top and quick-drying pants shivering in the wind underneath.

The most outrageous foot is actually a pair of slippers. And the heel of this pair of slippers is very different, made of hemp rope and wooden boards.

Although it is almost Qingming now, the temperature at night is still very low, this old man is dressed like this, he is not afraid of contracting the wind cold?

And those feet, even if they are wearing slippers, they are not cold, and the hemp rope is not grinding?

"No, what do you see?"

"I can't see anything."

When I said this, I could hear the solemnity of my tone, and I couldn't see through it with my spiritual eyes, which showed that this person was extremely hidden.

I've only seen this feeling in my grandfather and that arrogant white moon.

By the way, there are also Tsing Yi people on the road of no return.

Even Grandma Qu and Master Chenghuang couldn't completely avoid my eyes.

Who is this person?

I couldn't see through it, so I sniffed deeply as he exhaled.

It's a little familiar, but I can't remember it for a while.

"Look at the peanuts and edamame skins he threw away, and look at his eight restless toes."

Under the reminder of Angelica, I looked at it carefully, and then made a discovery.

Peanuts and edamame skins were casually left aside by him.

In the eyes of others, it may just happen to form a circle, but in my spiritual eyes, it is a Tai Chi pattern.

The eight toes, except for the thumb, are sometimes raised, sometimes gripped, long or short, or attached or separated, just like a hexagram.

Tai Chi Bagua, this is a Taoist person?

"Miss Mo, according to what you said, he just wanted to eat the eagle eagle?"

"That's right."

Mo Angelica nodded, and then handed the eagle into my hand.

"You might as well take a closer look, is this stupid bird pulling his qi on his body?"

"Did you feel any danger before?" I asked the big fool eagle.

"Back to the young master, no."

"No wonder others call you stupid bird, it's really stupid."

The so-called never forgetful must have an echo, and the so-called where there is contact must leave traces, in this stupid carving body, there is indeed an untraceable qi.

It's the same as the old man's.

Obviously, Angelica didn't lie to me.

Because only the old man's idea of beating the eagle eagle will have this faint qi to exist.

But how can my great bird allow others to move at will?

Thinking of this, I pinched out a spiritual fire and directly burned the qi machine completely.

At this moment, the old man also raised his head, and when he saw me, a bright color flashed in his eyes.

Just as I was about to say hello to him, a childish voice suddenly came from the side.