The capital has not encountered such a cold winter day for a long time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the streets of the main city that were very noisy in the past, and now only the most miserable charcoal seller left his back.

There was a little guy in the red mansion wrapped in cotton clothes and opened the side door to the cracks, beckoning the old man to come over and ask about the charcoal business. Xu saw that people were thinly dressed, so he simply let the old man push the charcoal and follow him into the backyard, which is the calmness of the people in the capital, even if he is a small guy in this building.

As the charcoal seller turned his car into the alley, the streets of the main city were completely quiet, and it was not until the city gate that they regained some popularity.

Even in this kind of ghost weather, the officers and soldiers who sold themselves to the emperor's family had to wear stubbornness and guard the empty city gates.

Zhao Dawei is one of them.

However, he was much better than the little soldier standing in the doorway and blowing the wind, and General Zhao only needed to go downstairs every half an hour to make rounds, and then he could continue to nest in the castle tower to warm a pot of tea, and kill the time that seemed to never pass.

"If only I had a jug of wine."

Zhao Da is still a reckless man in his bones, although he was admitted to the Wujinshi a few years ago and put on this bright and shiny scale armor, he still can't taste the quality of this tea, he only thinks that like this kind of weather, a pot of wine is the most beautiful, but unfortunately he is not allowed to drink alcohol during the debriefing, and he cherishes this hard-won fame more than a momentary pleasure.

"Tsk, it's a little bit again."

Putting down the tea bowl, Zhao Da picked up the saber on the side, opened the door, and the cold wind blowing in his face couldn't help but make him feel excited.

Cursing in a low voice, Zhao Da trotted all the way down the city tower.

After the morning patrol and the early end of work, this year's weather is particularly strange, he has already worn three clothes, the wind is still drilling into the inside, I don't know how many people will die outside after the winter, fortunately he has taken his mother and sister to the suburbs of Beijing, at this time the errand of guarding the city gate is hard, but he can receive more charcoal, and let the mother enjoy the happiness and live a not so cold winter.

The gate of the city was so quiet that there was not even a ghost shadow, Zhao Dayao looked out of the city, except for the snow is snow, he couldn't even see the crooked neck tree a hundred meters away, as if it was blown off by the wind, and it didn't seem to be.

He hurriedly made a round, and just as he was about to walk back, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in his field of vision, and it really appeared suddenly!

Zhao Da rubbed his eyes in disbelief, the snow on his eyelashes melted on his palm, and he finally confirmed that the black shadow that suddenly appeared was a person, or a person with a sick brain, because he was actually only wearing a thin long shirt, and he was wearing this clothes in the weather where he could be frozen when he peed, what is this not a brain disease?!

However, as the man got closer and closer, Zhao Da became more and more definitely a little strange, and when he caught a glimpse of the windblown hunting banner on the city tower, he suddenly woke up......

Damn, the wind is so strong, but the clothes on this man's body don't move! He...... He...... He...... He can't be a ghost!!

"Hey, can you see him?" Zhao Dayi dragged the soldiers who were also stunned to the side and asked.

The soldier nodded again and again, and Zhao Daneng could feel that he was shivering, and he didn't know whether he was frozen or frightened.

At this time, it is impossible to expect this group of small soldiers who are only as bold as pigeons, Zhao Da put aside the soldier, felt the coldness of the saber in his hand, took a breath of cold air, and plucked up the courage to shout forward: "Stop, what are you!" ”

Of course, that person did not stand still, and there was a person who could withstand the wind and snow, whether he was a ghost, a monk, or an immortal, it was impossible for him to stop his steps just because of a mere shout from Zhao Da.

What's more, he's still an alien.

In the frightened eyes of the soldiers defending the city, Zhao Da was like a statue of a sand base, blown by the wind, and instantly dissipated between heaven and earth.

There was a crisp sound of ping pong, and all the soldiers in the doorway threw down their weapons and wanted to flee to the city, but before they could take the first step, the wind blew their bodies away, just like Zhao Da, who had just lost his bones.

Issi didn't know that he had just killed an "old man", let alone that this Zhao Da was once a pawn laid by Wang Pupin at will.

This idle chess was originally used as a stumbling block, after all, at that time, Isi was sharp and blocked the way of Wang Jihong, the son of the Wang family.

And the world's vision is too narrow after all, even if they have laid out countless pioneers and cultivated countless Zhao Da, these people can only become a piece of sand under the feet of Isis at best......

Not even qualified to be separated from the feet.

"The psionic particles are so disordered that they have even drastically changed the temperature here, what's going on?"

As soon as Isis returned to the mortal world, he noticed that the low temperature here was not normal.

Although the sun in the sky is very large, if he uses the old method to think about tomorrow in his heart, it is difficult to attract psionic particles. It's as if the aura here has suddenly been emptied, and a little goblin like Xiao Cui may not even be able to change at this time.

One of the main reasons why Isi returned to the mortal world was because he didn't have many heavenly and earthly treasures that he could use to extract spiritual energy, and if he wanted to maintain his daily research, it was the best choice to return to the mortal world to avoid the energy consumption of maintaining a three-dimensional state.

But the premise here is that the Liaozhai world has enough aura for him to use.

But now that something has changed in the world of Liaozhai, Isis weighed it, if he still stays in the capital, the conversion rate of consciousness energy is still not an ideal number, it is better to find another place with strong aura.

And if the entire Liaozhai universe falls into this state of lack of aura, then it is also feasible to break through the space and go to any world with aura recorded in the book of life and death.

But before that, Isis has to "go home". He hadn't forgotten what Maitreya had done to Xiaocui in the Leiyin Temple.

Wang Yuanfeng's parents, the thirty-two subordinates of the Wang family, Wang Jihong, Wang Pupin, the gatekeeper of Wang Pupin's family, and the doctor he saw at first sight, the two dogs, the little sparrow, the black fat man and the big cow living in the alley of Wangfu Street......

No, it's not just these people, according to the memories he just regressed, when he went out and met the group of human cubs, at least twelve people in the alley saw him.

Then there is the wedding banquet between him and Xiaocui.

The attendees ranged from the prime minister of the current dynasty to the six subordinate officials of the Taichang Sect, including their relatives, a total of sixty-one people who had crossed paths with them.

Isis didn't know the limit of the ability of the gods and Buddhas, and the best way was to kill all the people who had seen him at the beginning. The gods and Buddhas should not be able to cast spells on the dead, otherwise, Maitreya would not have blocked his attacks on Xiao Cui several times and three times at that time.

Leaving the empty gates, Isis disappeared in an instant.

With a "squeak", the charcoal seller who had just entered the Red Mansion sold all the charcoal left in the car, and walked out of the side door with great gratitude.

His face was full of happy smiles, the building was full of good girls, even if they were doing that kind of business, today, they were all his living bodhisattvas.