Everyone has reverse scales in their hearts, Mo Ruhui has not had a high status in Wangdanlou for so many years, but he has great respect for Zhuge Yunxuan.

In order to keep Wangdan Tower, Mo Ruhui had already planned to kneel down in his heart, but when Nie Wushuang humiliated the landlord Zhuge Yun, Mo Ruhui let it go, even if it was death, he couldn't let Nie Wushuang insult the landlord.

Nie Wushuang suddenly felt Mo Ruxuan's aura surging, and the two of them were too close to each other.

The third order of the Jie Dan, against the ninth order of Nie Wushuang's foundation building, originally had an overwhelming advantage, and Zhuge Yun Xuan shot angrily, and he was bound to kill with one blow.

At the same time that Nie Wushuang was slapped on the chest by Mo Ruxuan's palm, more than a dozen Jiedan monks standing behind him shot at the same time.

Mo Ruhui was sent flying.

Nie Wushuang was also sent flying.

Mo Ruhui slammed the counter to pieces, spit blood in his mouth, and said with a hideous face: "Those who dare to insult the landlord will die!"

Nie Wushuang slammed into the counter, sprayed two mouthfuls of blood in a row, and fell heavily on the sawdust, seeing that there was only air in and no air out.

Hundreds of Jie Dan monks rushed forward together.

The scene suddenly became a pot of porridge.

"Your grandma's, you're so close, don't you know how to block it?" "Quick, who has a healing pill?" "No, this pill is too second, who, take the best pill." "Uncle, don't let anything happen to you. ”

A group of black-clad and masked monks began to quarrel.

Someone scolded: "As long as you look good at Danlou, a few words of will make you laugh?" "Wangdanlou, you don't know how to forbear at all? What the hell is this? How can you climb to the position of the protector of Wangdanlou?"

Another person said: "This Nie Wushuang is too lacking in morality, I am not a person from Wangdanlou who can't bear it." "Yes, Nie Wushuang is too much this time. ”

Someone else said: "If you want to blame, blame you for being too stupid, who doesn't know that Nie Wushuang did it on purpose?"

Someone shouted, "Quick, quick, stop arguing, it's really going to be too late." ”

......

Nie Wushuang turned his breathing from the outside to the inside, trying to feel if there was a strong person coming outside, and he tried his best to pretend to be dying, just to paralyze this group of Jiedan monks.

"Mo Ruhui, this palm is too beautiful. Next time I scold you again, be sure to pay attention. Nie Wushuang thought in his heart.

A group of people are in a mess, but the sect is strict, how can it be child's play, these people have been holding each other back for so long, who dares to rob people easily?

Nie Wushuang woke up, he didn't dare not wake up, because he found that these Jiedan monks were really human spirits, obviously someone saw that his injuries were not serious, after a bunch of pills were poured into it, a handful of spirit stones were also stuffed into his mouth, and in the end, what was even more terrifying was that a bunch of people were scrambling to send spiritual energy into Nie Wushuang's body.

The point is that these people also seem to be deliberate, and the toss is endless.

The spirit stone was stuffed directly into his mouth, and Nie Wushuang felt that his mouth was full of salty taste, how could he fill people with spirit stones like this?

Hey, there was no fight like this, Nie Wushuang knew that his level of scolding still needed to be strengthened, but now it is not used, there is no one to answer outside, and there is no fight inside.

So Nie Wushuang woke up, he pretended to look at the black-clothed people around him with a confused face, and said, "Where am I? Who am I? Who are you?"

Someone shouted: "It's bad, Nie Wushuang has been beaten and has lost his memory." ”

Many people stepped forward, and the aura rushed into Nie Wushuang's body.

"His grandfather's, no, pretending. "Wushuang, you can't do this, you look at us people, it's really, it's not easy, don't pretend, so many knots are cultivated in front of you, don't play these little tricks." ”

Nie Wushuang has played enough, to be exact, Nie Wushuang feels bored, mainly because the words of the man in black just now made him completely lose the confidence to escape, plus the receiver has not appeared, which makes Nie Wushuang wonder for a while: Who is the respondent?

Lying in the arms of a bunch of black-clothed Jiedan monks, Nie Wushuang felt a little disgusted, suddenly got up, swept around the Jiedan monks who surrounded him on the inside and outside of the three layers, and he sighed, "What are you doing around me?"

The black-clad monks stepped out of the way.

Nie Wushuang was no longer interested in staying in the Wangdan Tower for a while, and walked out with a smile.

This group of black-clothed monks looked at each other, followed back and forth, and no one paid attention to Wangdanlou anymore.

Walking on the wide street, many people looked at Nie Wushuang and the black-clothed masked monks behind him, all of them gave way with fear on their faces.

The more Nie Wushuang walked, the more bored he felt in his heart, he saw a small stall on the side of the road, the stall owner was a white-bearded old man, followed by a seven or eight-year-old girl, although the two of them were coarse and linen, but the whole body was clean, and walked over, Nie Wushuang looked at the stall, it turned out to be selling sweet powder, this thing Nie Wushuang saw when he was a beggar when he was a child, at that time, he would often stop and watch at the side of people's stalls for a long time, and the gluttonous worms in his abdomen moved directly, but he had no money to buy it.

Now that there is no restriction on money, Nie Wushuang smiled at the old man and said, "Uncle, bring me a bowl of sweet powder." ”

The white-bearded old man looked at Nie Wushuang, and then at the black-clothed masked man standing densely behind Nie Wushuang, with a slight fear on his face, and asked in a trembling voice, "Childe...... What are you talking about, childe? Little old man...... Behind the ear, you can't hear ...... Clear. ”

Nie Wushuang pointed to the wooden barrel containing the sweet powder, and then to his mouth.

The old man nodded hurriedly, and while quickly holding the porcelain bowl to the wooden barrel containing the sweet powder and starting to stir, he said with trembling hands: "Childe...... Slightly...... Hold on. ”

When the old man went to serve sweet powder, the little girl beside him looked at Nie Wushuang with a curious expression, her red little face looked very cute, she glanced at the old man, and whispered: "Brother, there are so many of you, can you buy a few more bowls?"

Nie Wushuang looked behind him, and a group of black-clothed masked monks were about ten steps away from him, all of them stood still, just staring at him, so he didn't care about these masters, turned his head and said with a smile: "Little sister, they are not people, don't eat this." ”

The group of monks in the back did not speak, nor did they get angry, these people now knew Nie Wushuang's tricks, in short, no matter what you scolded, everyone would pretend not to hear, so as not to cause trouble again.

The little girl looked at Nie Wushuang with watery eyes and said, "Grandpa's sweet powder is delicious." ”

Nie Wushuang shook his head and did not answer.

The little girl suddenly winked at Nie Wushuang, then beckoned to Nie Wushuang and motioned for him to come closer.

Nie Wushuang saw the old man's hands trembling and stirring ice powder in the wooden barrel, so he bent down and leaned his ears over, only to hear the little girl say, "Big brother, you ...... You buy a few more bowls, I guess that way we can go home early......"

Before Nie Wushuang could speak, he only heard the little girl say again: "Grandma is sick and is home alone...... Xiaoyu misses her grandmother. ”

Nie Wushuang looked at the little girl, and suddenly turned his head and said: "You have followed me Nie Wushuang for so long, whether you have eaten well, whether you have slept well, and who have played with me and accompanied me crazy, Wushuang feels guilty, come, I invite everyone to eat this mundane thing, presumably you have never tasted this kind of human delicacy." ”

These masters were all deaf and clear-sighted, so they naturally heard the conversation between Nie Wushuang and the little girl, but dozens of people rushed forward, and no one spoke.

Nie Wushuang patted the shoulder of the old man who was stirring the sweet powder, pointed to the dozens of black-clothed people behind him, and then pointed to his mouth, and said loudly: "Uncle, give each of them a bowl." ”

Looking at the uncle's somewhat frightened eyes, Nie Wushuang smiled at the old man kindly, and said, "Uncle, it's okay, these guys are just dressed strangely, they are all normal people, they all have to eat and drink, you just look at Sheng, and I'll settle the bill in a while." Nie Wushuang said, ignoring the reaction of the crowd behind him, leaning over and asking the little girl, "Little sister, what's your name?"

The little girl leaned towards the old man and said, "Qin Yu." At this moment, she was frightened by the sudden rush of so many black-clothed masked people, and her thin body kept shrinking back.

Nie Wushuang smiled at Qin Yu and said, "Little sister, don't be afraid, they are hiding from you." ”

While speaking, the old man had already begun to put sweet powder in front of Nie Wushuang's eyes, Nie Wushuang took the porcelain bowl, and looked at the white transparent, thumb-thick cold powder sprinkled with mung beans and peanut crushes, drowning in the pale red sugar water, he smiled at Qin Yu on the side, raised his neck and drank it all, and praised: "It's delicious!"

After drinking the sweet powder, Nie Wushuang handed the porcelain bowl in his hand back to the old man, took out a medium-grade spirit stone from the storage ring, handed it to the old man, and said with a smile: "Take it." ”

The old man hurriedly shirked it, and his voice trembled: "This glowing stone, does the son have silver......

Nie Wushuang pretended to be deaf, handed the medium-grade spirit stone forward, and said with a smile: "Sell it out early, go home early, your little granddaughter, I want to go back to see grandma." ”

After Nie Wushuang finished speaking, regardless of the old man's reaction, he stuffed the medium-grade spirit stone into the old man's hand, smiled at the little girl, turned around and walked to the side.

When the old man hurriedly prepared to fill the sweet powder again, he saw that those black-clothed masked people had no intention of eating sweet powder at all, and walked to the side with Nie Wushuang's steps, facing Nie Wushuang's back, the white-haired old man looked at the medium-grade spirit stone in his hand, and sighed helplessly and said to himself: "Just send a bowl to this son......

The little girl listened to the old man's words and asked, "Grandpa, what is this glowing stone? ”

The old man sighed, handed the stone to Qin Yu, and did not speak.

Qin Yu looked at the medium-grade spirit stone that she could just hold with one hand, and sighed, "Ah, it's so beautiful." After speaking, she shouted in a sweet voice towards Nie Wushuang's back, "Thank you, little brother." ”

Nie Wushuang heard the little girl's voice, turned his head and smiled at the little girl, but his body did not stay away.

"Old Qin Tou, what the hell is this?" "What kind of broken stone still glows?" "It seems to be a spirit stone, I have relatives in my family who are handymen who open the leaf gate, I have seen this ......" "This ...... things, you can exchange a lot of gold......"

It's a pity that Old Qintou's ears are not good, and a group of people are gossiping, and he can't hear what this group of people are talking about.

After Nie Wushuang and the group of black masked men left, a group of mortals surrounded the old man and the little girl who sold sweet powder, discussing endlessly, all of them with envy.