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"Big brother, uncle, lord, spare your life, just now the villain was confused for a while, offended the majesty of the uncle, and please please spare the villain's life in a lot" The chubby-faced man in blue said with a trembling whole body.

"Nai Nai, didn't you want to kill Lao Tzu just now, why did you turn into a soft egg again in a blink of an eye" Murong Bai stood behind the chubby-faced blue-clothed man, raised his leg and kicked the fat buttocks of the chubby-faced blue-clothed man.

The chubby-faced man in blue suddenly pounced forward and ate a mouthful of dirt, but just as he was about to get up, Murong Bai stepped over and stepped on the back of the chubby-faced blue-clothed man.

"Erdan, be honest, Lao Tzu started to ask, and if you answer honestly, I will let you go. "Murong Bai is bad.

"Please say, the villain must know everything, and he must say everything" The chubby face saw that there was a chance to live, and hurriedly spoke. Note: P-can be watched

"Lao Tzu asks you, who sent you to kill Lao Tzu"

"It was the Dust Boy who asked us to come. ”

"What Chen Gongzi, make it clear. ”

"It's the white dust boy, we generally call him the dust boy. ”

Oh, it turned out to be him, Murong Bai instantly remembered the young man with a crown of jade, and suddenly realized, Ma, Lao Tzu didn't offend him, why did he send someone to kill Lao Tzu, it's really hateful.

Although he misunderstood Bai Wushuang a little just now, this account still has to be counted on Bai Wushuang's head, who made him Lao Tzu's rival in love, as for Bai Chen, hum, Lao Tzu must not spare him.

Thinking of Bai Wushuang, Murong Bai remembered the joy of the city, and suddenly felt his heart tremble, and the fire in his chest suddenly swelled in his body, and before he knew it, he was violently forced, as if he was going to trample Bai Wushuang to death.

After a while, Murong Bai felt that the anger in his chest calmed down a little, and thought to himself, since Erdan has honestly confessed, then let him go, the gentleman wants to talk and count, besides, if he lets the other party go, he also wants to lure out that white dust, and then settle the ledger together.

"Hey, Erdan, let's go. Murong Bai put down his foot on the chubby-faced blue-clothed man and spoke.

But after waiting for a long time, the chubby-faced man in blue was still lying motionless on the ground.

"I'm rubbing, do you want to sleep here, come on, you stupid than sleep here, I'm leaving." With that, Murong Bai turned around and was about to take away the horse of the man in blue with a face full of meat.

Murong Bai turned over and got on his horse, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped, and then looked at the chubby-faced blue-clothed man who was still lying on the ground with strange eyes.

Yo, what is this guy going to do, do you want to demonstrate to Lao Tzu in this way, grass

Murong Bai also came up, horse, Lao Tzu must figure out what you want to do when you lie on the ground.

With a flash of thought, Murong Bai dismounted and walked towards the chubby-faced man in blue.

"Erdan, Lao Tzu has let you go, why are you still lying on your stomach, do you want to continue to fight against Lao Tzu" Murong Bai raised his foot and gently kicked the head of the chubby-faced man in blue.

This kick didn't matter, Murong Bai was suddenly startled, only to see that the man in blue with a round and fat face was actually spitting blood, his eyes were rolling upward, and he looked like a dead man.

"I'm rubbing, it's not going to be dead. Murong Bai stretched out his finger and put it under the nostrils of the chubby-faced blue-clothed man and tried to breathe.

"I'm going to go" Murong Bai hurriedly took two steps back, no, this amount of gas is too small, isn't it just that he was stepped on by Lao Tzu, as for being angry

Murong Bai attributed it to the chubby-faced man in blue who was angry with himself. As everyone knows, when Murong Bai thought of Bai Wushuang just now, he unconsciously slammed his feet, and the chubby-faced man in blue didn't even let out an exclamation, so he went to the underworld to report in a daze.

After walking a long way, Murong Bai was still entangled, how could he be angry, Lao Tzu was held on his head by a martial artist with a basin back then, and they all laughed at it, this guy's qi is too small.

Murong Bai still didn't know that he had inadvertently trampled the chubby-faced blue-clothed warrior to death.

Time flies, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

For more than a month, Murong Bai slept in the open air, leading two horses all the way to Lingwu City, during which his cultivation must not stop, but what made Murong Bai depressed was that his internal cultivation was obviously steadily improving, but there was no sign of a breakthrough.

Whenever he finished cultivating, Murong Bai would take out the red umbrella and study it carefully, but after studying it for a long time, he still didn't find the slightest clue.

When the red umbrella sucked the fire wolf in, Murong Bai hid under the red umbrella and didn't notice it, so Murong Bai didn't realize the horror of the red umbrella now.

"Well, it looks like we'll have to wait until the bastard wakes up to fully understand the red umbrella. Whenever Murong Bai finished studying the red umbrella, he couldn't help but think of the bastard.

Murong Bai thought to himself, when he arrived in Lingwu City, he would definitely find a way to ripen the Soul Purifying Grass, but if it really didn't work, he would directly buy the Soul Purifying Fruit and let the bastard wake up.

Although the bastard couldn't wake up, Murong Bai was a little unhappy, but he was soon given Lei seven or eight days by his rich property, and even sometimes when he slept at night, he would wake up laughing in his dreams.

The last time he invested in opening a store in Falling Moon City, Murong Bai used 25,000 lower grade spirit stones, and only more than 10,000 spirit stones were left on his body, but fortunately, he gained a lot from his trip to Mangdang Mountain, and Murong Bai's current family property has a total of 153,638 lower grade spirit stones.

"Horse's, if it weren't for Bai Wushuang's 60,000 lower grade spirit stones, Lao Tzu would now have 200,000. After counting the spirit stones every night, Murong Bai couldn't help but scold Bai Wushuang, and then fell asleep with the portrait of the city in his arms.

With the passage of time, Murong Bai gradually stepped into the range of Lingwu City, and the number of pedestrians along the way gradually increased.

When passing by a bustling town, Murong Bai sold a horse, found an inn, and rested for a day.

In one day's time, Murong Bai purchased a few jars of good green wine and some food, and did not hesitate to spend five low-grade spirit stones to buy two good satin clothes, and he was going to Lingwu City to see the person in his dreams, so he had to dress better.

In the end, Murong Bai also pretended to be Sven and bought a scribe's hat and a folding fan, as if in Murong Bai's consciousness, the literati had to take a folding fan to show more Sven.

As soon as Qiē was ready, on the road, a black-faced scribe riding a tall horse appeared, it was Murong Bai.

Because this guy wants to maintain the demeanor of a scribe, he doesn't walk fast, and when there are many people, he deliberately shakes the folding fan in his hand, looks at the vigorous pines and cypresses on the side of the road, shakes his head, and mutters something in his mouth, which at first glance seems to be composing poetry, causing passers-by to turn their heads and watch.

However, in such a situation, before the first half of the day, Murong Bai felt that his wrist holding the folding fan was a little sore, and his neck was a little stiff, and finally scolded, "The literati who grass him is a man who pretends to be like a second stroke all day long, and Lao Tzu can't learn it."

So he tore off the scribe's hat, put away the folding fan, raised the horsewhip in his hand, and galloped on the official road with a smoke, and the dust raised by the horse's hooves made passers-by avoid it.

On this day, near noon, Murong Bai finally arrived, the Lingwu City he had been thinking about day and night. ~ Good search basket color, you can read the following chapters as soon as possible