Every day, tens of thousands of people flock to the city, and they come here for a variety of purposes, and in the end, most of them are reduced to mere passers-by.

The prosperity here attracts cultivators from all over the continent, and its market shows dazzling richness, and there are more flowers and branches .......

In the same way, it also stretched out those claws that attracted wealth, gathering crystal clear spirit stones for the business elite.

The city's throughput capacity is staggering, and it has the momentum of accepting all rivers. At the same time, it has its own rhythm, which is constant like a heliograph, or a cold-spinning wheel of pure gold.

Once this rhythm is broken, it bumpers. Reverting back to its original state requires a process of reaction. This process may be very long, or it may be even longer.

The city-dwellers, the natives who have lived here for generations, are the inertial recipients of this rhythm. They expect novelty and excitement and hate the same, but they follow this rhythm and trajectory the most.

Their tranquil and comfortable state of existence can easily confuse sentient beings, but that is only the appearance. In addition to finding it difficult to replicate, perhaps it is most important to see what is in your bones.

Every street and river here is naturally divided into several areas, which are also circles. If they could, they would dislike everyone who came from outside, even if the person was his relative.

They talk about the wonderfulness of a thing, but if it has affected their rhythm of life, or changed the inherent trajectory, then it is destined to be spurned.

It's like the people who went shopping in Fang City today. They saw the rise of a spirit stone, and this rhythm was disrupted. Even if the so-called public welfare and charity were once on the lips, and they were hung for a few months, they were still forgotten in an instant.

Moreover, tens of thousands of refugees wander around for a whole month, which is another kind of destruction to the city, and they are bound to bring a lot of untidiness and inconvenience. And because of the cross-flow of sewage brought by the crowding, the stench is stinking, which makes some pity become hateful.

The bigger the city, the more fragile it is, and the more likely it is to be chaotic, because the level and base of chaos are unimaginably large, and a rumor can be fatal.

There is no way to cope with such a situation here. Or rather, the city never thought about saving so many people again.

It takes years to become accustomed to it. If this holy city has really changed, it is also after that fairy legend. And that wasn't enough to change the perception of the locals, who always thought it was just a coincidence.

It is a fact that the living space here has been squeezed by outsiders, and the cityscape is becoming dirty and messy. Since realizing this, it has become even more righteous to dislike this notion.

If these plateau people are decent people with families and jobs, they will hide this dislike and wait until they close the door to say that this is their self-cultivation. However, these people are not, they are homeless, or a large group of homeless people.

Therefore, they felt that this city of immortal monarchs had dropped its price. The world is in shambles, and those immortal monarchs are not only arrogant, but also seem to have a conniving attitude. Therefore, the villagers in Fengxian City must say no to outsiders!

This is not your place, so you'd better follow the rules and get out of here when you're done. The reason why I also added a word of invitation is because these people are not only very pitiful, but also seem to be very strong.

The person who wore the shoes gave a pair of barefoot shoes, and later found that this was not only not enough, but also had a tendency to gain inches. That's what the current Feng Immortal people think.

Dumb has been enjoying this dislike since he turned back to the town, until he was chased in Qinggang City, and he never forgot his identity as a homeless person. So, he read the little girl's words, and also saw those disgusted eyes. If it was just him who was disliked, he wouldn't mind.

And now, he has a mind about people and things, or rather, a certain mission.

He was an organized man, and the organization commanded him to channel and lead these people. Moreover, he always believed that letting these people go to a place where they could survive represented a free and normal life. And not only, to wander with a group of homeless people.

Maybe he's thinking too much, maybe it's an unaccomplishable mission at all. But now, even if it's cheating him, he wants to try to start .......

When Dumb did what people wanted, he completely destroyed the crowd in front of the busy building into three rows. Completely separate the sick and the lightly injured from the seriously injured, and ensure that this order is carried out in all clinics in the city. Things seem to have some order, and there seems to be a bit of a rule.

He can't control this matter except for the shhhh Good guys, let the highlanders who 'use the sky as a bed and the ground as a house' understand that the root of the wall is not a convenient place? Unless, every household opens their private home.

But being disliked by others always showed that they needed to improve, so the crowd went to the river, the grass, and although it was far away, they still faltered ....... And when all this finally came to an eyebrow, it was already a full three hours later.

So, he wanted to tell the people here that now you can save my people well.

But first encountered the same troubles as Cungongzi, and the wind-like elf was long gone. Later, after a little inquiry, there was more than one person here, and it is said that there were several of them. They were still there in the morning, and now it's harder to find them than to catch the imps.

Therefore, plateau people need to continue to endure, endure the extremely low treatment efficiency, and the fatigue caused by even more unprofessionalism.

In the process of his own deterioration and passing away, he was almost emaciated. This was only the third day of the Blood Phoenix Hall Master's tenure, and he had an urge to wash it.

Since it is difficult to find people here, some things must be self-reliant.

He used the remaining materials to build a lot of cubicles in the compound of the fanlou, and those curtains were actually clothes and rags. But in any case, the people who were carried into these compartments finally found some kind of comfort. That means that they have the possibility of being rescued, and the rest just needs to wait.

After that, he was finally able to walk into such a cubicle and start taking care of himself. At this moment, he felt that this was more tiring than another riot.

Then, the master threw himself down on the table made of panels.

He was really tired, and even if the rough-leaved old doctor was very violent and savage, he couldn't make a ...... snort. But, I have to say that this old doctor from Hangjitang is really a holy hand of healing. The means are both accurate and efficient, and many people can be saved by the standards of veterinarians.

So, the moment Ah Dull drooped his eyelids, he didn't forget to mutter, 'Thank you.' Even, he wanted to take this talented man away.