They kept walking.

In front of them is a group of dull-haired, pitiful spirit beasts, who are tied to iron ropes, and are trying to sell their cute hands to the people around them in exchange for rewards.

Mu Jiujiu felt that this was similar to their monkey tricks.

She looked at it, at first she felt novel, and then she felt that the bolted spirit beast was a little pitiful.

In the Poison Mist Forest, he has also fought against countless violent spirit beasts, but those are generally fierce beasts, and even if they don't provoke it, they will take the initiative to attack people.

The spirit beast in front of them is soft and cute, and there is no aggression, and it will definitely cause a bunch of girlish people to exclaim in their world, but now it is scarred under the fluff.

"Why don't we buy it?" She said with some hesitation.

"Their combat effectiveness is not high, and they have no value to carry." Wen Yuan glanced at the spirit beast in front of him and replied rationally.

Mu Jiujiu knows that he sometimes has too much compassion and often does things that others feel are unnecessary. But as long as it is a special situation, she is very rational and will not do anything that affects others.

Generally, as long as she is within her ability, she can still make a move.

In the end, Wen Yuan couldn't resist her, and they bought this pile of spirit beasts from the stall owner.

Mu Jiujiu took out the wind and moon dream and slashed out a wind blade, the iron rope broke, and the spirit beast scattered in a hurry.

One of them stopped to look at her, his large obsidian eyes flashing a strange light, before he hurried away with his companion.

"Thank you, I'll return you when I have spirit stones in the future." Mu Jiujiu smiled and patted Wen Yuan's shoulder.

"You're welcome." Wen Yuan's tone was indifferent, and then he took her hand.

"There are a lot of people around, don't get lost."

Mu Jiujiu nodded while thinking to himself, she is not a child anymore, why does he always like to use this kind of elder tone to tell himself?

Obviously, he is not much older than himself.

Mu Jiujiu looked at the hands they were holding, he didn't know what to think, and a faint crimson color appeared on his face, which set off his eyes that were a little watery and a little moving.

Wen Yuan's gaze slowly fell on her face, and he reached out and brushed her broken hair back.

The slightly cold fingertips seemed to touch her warm skin unintentionally.

This action was a little ambiguous, and Mu Jiujiu was slightly stunned.

But he did it naturally.

After walking all the way like this, Mu Jiujiu felt a little unconscious, and he wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere.

Suddenly there was a commotion ahead—

"Bang!"

The fireworks exploded in the air, and Mu Jiujiu looked up to see a large number of people in strange costumes standing on the high platform.

The people around him: "The show is about to begin!" ”

What show?

Mu Jiujiu wanted to ask, but her voice was quickly drowned out by the cacophony.

The people were hurrying to the center, and no one had time to pay attention to her.

She took the opportunity to catch another person and ask.

The other party was about to wave her hand, but when he raised his eyes, he found that it was a beautiful little girl.

The man suddenly froze, smiled in what he thought was suave, and patiently explained to her.

Mu Jiujiu understood after listening to his words.

To put it simply, it's a troupe of people with strange abilities who call themselves "wanderers". The performances of this group of people are often extremely vivid, and each time it attracts countless onlookers.

Now they happened to be passing through this small town, so they performed here.

When the man saw her eyes lit up, he thought that this little girl was really cute, and just wanted to talk a few more words, when he suddenly saw the man behind her.

The man's robe was in the wind, and his black hair was flying, but his eyes were dark and cold, making people dare not approach the iceberg and snow for many years.

Under such a gaze, the man's body trembled slightly, and it was time to let go of the idea of accosting.

Mu Jiujiu became interested after hearing this, she looked at Wen Yuan and said, "Let's go and have a look." ”

Then he walked away.

Wen Yuan was just about to say something, but the crowd behind him squeezed forward, and their hands were forced to separate.

A strange feeling flashed in his heart, you must know that he was in the Migration Realm before, and he had not heard of the existence of this group of "wanderers" at all.

I don't know when the influence was so huge.

Wen Yuan wanted to teleport immediately, but there was a crowd of people around him.

There are black and pressed human heads in front of me, where is her shadow?

……

Mu Jiujiu quickly squeezed to the front.

The "wanderer" was dressed in a colorful costume and was surrounded by people cheering.

She looked at it for a moment and saw that they seemed to be telling a story. But she looked at it for a while, and the more she looked at it, the more uncomfortable she felt.

Probably because one of them had huge wings, and the appearance of his outfit was a bit like the human-faced batacrat seen in the Land of the Dead of Wine.

Probably a coincidence.

She was about to leave here, and was about to go to find Wen Yuan, who had been separated, but her eyes were attracted by another stall.

The stall owner seems to be a veteran craftsman, and he carves some spirit stones of different colors into different shapes. Most of them are some auspicious spirit beasts, and there are also some spirit flowers and spirit grasses or something.

Mu Jiujiu looked at them and thought of the little rabbit that Wen Yuan commanded the cloud blood sword carving in the forest before, but it was obvious that the jade was more transparent.

The carvings in front of you are brilliant and delicate under the illumination of the illumination beads.

She looked at it, and some of it couldn't walk.

Mu Jiujiu wanted to carve a name for Wen Yuan.

She told the stall owner what she was asking for, and took out some of the items in the storage ring and exchanged them with the stall owner for circulating spirit stones.

The stall owner probably did this for many years, and it was done in no time.

Mu Jiujiu looked at the words that were shining in the light, his name was shining at different angles, and her eyes were also shining.

She looked at it for a while and said to the stall owner, "Can you add another sentence for me?" With the characters I told you. ”

……

Soon, Mu Jiujiu carried the carved jade and walked on the street full of people.

She was strolling around and paying attention to Wen Yuan's figure, but at this time, someone behind her touched her shoulder.

Mu Jiujiu looked back in surprise and found that it was the person wearing the mask he had met in the restaurant before.

There were a lot of people around, and the masked man looked around, his lips moving slightly.

He said softly, "Follow me." ”

Didn't anyone tell you not to talk to strangers?

Don't go!

Mu Jiujiu ignored him and continued to move forward.

The Masked Man said another word behind him.

"The red blood jade on your body was given to you by Xu Chengqing, I am the pavilion master of the Treasure Pavilion, Zuo Xuanming."

……

Mu Jiujiu followed him all the way to an uninhabited alley.

If it is placed in their world, this may be dangerous, and you don't see many women who are killed first and then killed.

But now Mu Jiujiu has the power to protect herself, and the dream of Fengyue is at her hand.

Moreover, the other party also told his identity, except for Wen Yuan, Mu Jiujiu did not tell the second person about the red blood jade.

Mu Jiujiu is quiet on the surface, but he thinks a lot in his heart.

For example, it is rumored that the Pavilion Master of the Treasure Pavilion has never seen the head and the end of the dragon, and the amazing power it showed after he got the Red Blood Jade.

And what the letter revealed.

Zhuang Huayuan's strange attitude.

The words of the woman in the purple robe in the forest.

Sheng Canglan's death must not be as simple as it seems, and now it is not clear how many people participated.

There was no one around.

The man turned around, glanced at her, and took off his mask.

It was an unfamiliar face, and the man in front of him had long eyebrows like ink, some stubble, and a smell of both good and evil.

Zuo Xuanming spoke, his voice was a little peculiar, like the kind of smoke that sings folk songs.

"I don't think you met me, but it doesn't matter, I just wanted to say a few words to you."

Mu Jiujiu: "You can tell me when you meet me at the restaurant. ”

"There were too many people around me to talk to, and your friends seemed to be hostile to me."

"No, I don't." Mu Jiujiu thought, obviously their group is super friendly.

"It doesn't matter, I'll cut a long story short." Zuo Xuanming didn't make small talk to her, he seemed to have something to do, and his expression was slightly anxious.

"One, don't tell anyone about the red blood jade."

"Second, in addition, I recently heard news that Sheng Canglan's coffin is gone."

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