In autumn, every stroke is love; Autumn scenery, every word is meaning.

Autumn is such an intoxicating solar term.

"The most is the autumn wind blowing to the sound, and the maple leaves are red everywhere."

At the gate of the Jindu City, a man with an elegant temperament, noble and handsome turned his head to look at the cascading mountains in the distance like a red veil.

Wearing a green shirt, it seems to be integrated with the blue brick and stone slab, such as black hair fixed on the head with a wooden hairpin, a pair of sword eyebrows, eyes like stars.

After standing for a while, Qingyang Mo turned to look at the city gate, and when he saw the people who had gathered around the city gate for more than a dozen circles and the red figure hanging on the city gate, his black eyes as black as an abyss flashed invisibly.

"I heard that this person is the second prince of the Northern Flame Kingdom, a world-famous gentleman and pervert, is it true?" In the crowd of ordinary people, a cautious and delicate woman's voice broke the calm.

"Someone heard him reveal his name in the brothers' teahouse, is there any fake?" An honest male voice responded immediately.

"That is, the entire Qiyun Continent is surnamed Helian on the royal family of the Northern Flame Country, and I, Huang, dare to pat my chest and guarantee that he is Helian Xiu."

As soon as this rough and arrogant voice came out, the people around him looked sideways.

"Handsome and chic, graceful, Mei Ji also has more than a hundred, but I don't know how to enjoy happiness, and I want to come to the Eastern Jin Kingdom to die, I deserve it!" The man's voice was full of abandonment, and he almost spat on the ground.

"Shh~ A few of you whisper, no matter how he is, he is also the second prince of the Northern Flame Kingdom, and his status is second only to the Northern Flame Emperor, let's just be a nameless junior, or don't have too much public opinion, beware of being heard by someone who cares..."

In the crowd, an honest and hoarse voice hurriedly whispered to persuade, with a hint of trepidation in his voice, and when he heard it, he was an elderly man.

This kind of person generally wants to live a comfortable life, and does not want to cause trouble, let alone bring death to himself.

"What are you afraid of! He dared to tease the future Princess Chen, hum~ Do you think he can return to the Northern Flame Kingdom alive? The loud voice, not afraid of death, sounded in the crowd again.

"Ahem~ the chance is zero." The hoarse voice replied weakly.

"That's it! offended King Chen, he was already a dying man, so why be afraid. The man replied with a straight face.

"If the Northern Flame Emperor hears it, will he send someone..." In the crowd, a teenager calmly compared the action of wiping his neck with a knife.

"He's a bully when His Royal Highness King Chen? It was he who was not strict in discipline and let this pervert come to the Eastern Jin Dynasty to provoke people who shouldn't be provoked, could it be that he still had a reason to kill us? The rough voice asked again with disdain.

Hearing the strong man's retort so eloquently, Ye Ling nodded with satisfaction, a touch of admiration in his handsome eyes.

The tall and invincible image of the prince is really deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!

When he turned his head to scan the surroundings, a cyan figure suddenly came into view, and when he met the pair of eyes that seemed to be self-penetrating, his indifferent face was replaced with a touch of fearful respect.

Ye Ling did not doubt that he had him, walked quickly to Qingyang Mo, and bowed his head respectfully: "Subordinate Ye Ling, I have seen the Venerable." ”

"Yes." Qingyang Mo answered a word from his nasal cavity.

"This person is molesting the spirit girl?" He looked up at Helian Xiu, who was hanging motionless from the city gate.

"Yes." Ye Ling bowed his head again and replied.

Without seeing how the people around him made a move, a chill aura like a thousand-year-old ice instantly emanated around, a whirlwind, and then attacked straight towards Helian Xiu, with a speed of only a blink of an eye.

However, Helian Xiu, the person who was pointed at by the people below, had just woken up from a coma, and before he had time to check his situation, he was hit by a strong wind with a piercing bone, like a dagger with cut hair like mud, every knife was cut into the bone, he didn't even struggle and scream for a second, and passed out again.

The people who were just rising public opinion were frozen by this sudden cold and quieted down again.

"Damn,! Look! ”

The rough voice just now sounded again, and the voice was surprised and incredible.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the place where the sound came from, and saw a strong man staring at a pair of big eyes, his expression was a little dull, and he pointed to the city gate with a dark and rough face.

Seeing him like this, the lowly people looked up one after another, only to see that above, Helian Xiu's luxurious dark red brocade robe was already burning with red flames at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, there was only a set of white middle clothes left on his body, although the brocade robe was burned out by the fire, but strangely did not leave a trace of ashes on the middle clothes, it was still white.

While they were still guessing the source of the strange flame, Helian Xiu's white middle coat slowly began to turn red again, and a smell of blood suddenly came to their noses, causing everyone to take a few steps back.

"W-That's weird, isn't it?"

"His clothes have no marks of being scratched, why just..."

"yes? It's unbelievable, you see, he has no wounds on his face or neck. ”

"Who will it be, you say? Martial arts moves are unheard of, and a breath makes him a 'blood man'. ”

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The people who eat melons are still frightened, and they all stretch their necks to look into the distance to see which master made the hand, so unexpected.

"Venerable, what is this?" Ye Ling Jun's face showed a hint of surprise.

"Flame Kill." Qingyang Mo glanced at Helian Xiu, who had already begun to drip blood from the soles of his feet, and his voice did not fluctuate, but with him as the center, the air around him seemed to have condensed into ice, making it difficult to breathe.