On the other side, in a forgotten corner, there is an amazing scene.

In the center of the small city, a bronze statue is already in a half-melted state, with raging flames and rising copper juice.

Not far away, there was a ladder upside down, and the fat man with a bloated body, affected by the lightning that flew out, was lying in the puddle, convulsing.

Suddenly, a silver-black figure with thunder all over his body flew down.

A pair of silver hair, a pair of cold dragon eyes, and a pair of evil smiles appeared again. Ye Qingcheng looked at the surrounding situation coldly and arrogantly, and said, "I didn't expect to let me come out so soon." ”

At this point, the thunderstorm has stopped.

The dark clouds that had been scattered on the heavenly dome were almost scattered, but under the control of a certain breath, they condensed again, and thunder flickered faintly in the clouds.

The first thing Ye Qingcheng noticed was a black ring on his finger and said, "What the hell is this?"

As a result, he pulled out the ring for a long time, but he didn't take the ring off. Then, he reached out and touched his forehead, and found a trail of blood, and a murderous light flashed in his eyes.

He walked up to the fat man, who was still twitching, reached out and lifted him up, then raised his slap.

"Slap, slap!" two slaps passed, and the half-unconscious fat man was woken up.

"You, you, you-" The fat man covered his hot face, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and stared at Ye Qingcheng in horror, who had changed his appearance.

"Who tied me here?" Ye Qingcheng asked solemnly.

"That, Goo, a one-eyed dragon. The fat man swallowed in horror.

"Cyclops?"

"yes, he pressed on the bed and tried to rape you, but when you didn't comply, he tied you here, don't you remember?" said the fat man what he had seen before.

"What?!" Ye Qingcheng was immediately furious and shouted, "Where is he !!"

"At the Elf Tavern in the east of the city. ”

After the fat man finished speaking, Ye Qingcheng shook it casually and threw the fat man away.

............

At this time, Miyagawa Xue has become the target of public criticism, and the two elf beauties have unabashedly locked their eyes on her. Everyone downstairs looked at her angrily.

Fushan became restless, if the two beauties both chose the "one-eyed dragon", even if they couldn't do anything, his dream of a spring night would be in vain.

"Don't be deceived!" Fushiyama stood up, pointed at Miyagawa Xue, and shouted, "She's a woman!"

"What ......" was in an uproar in the tavern.

"Is this urgent?" Miyagawa Xue not only fanned the fan leisurely without slowness.

"Although, I don't know what you're coming from?" Fushan panted angrily, "But, this is a place where men stay, what are you here to fool in?"

As soon as Miyagawa Xue wanted to speak, she suddenly sensed a powerful aura coming, and her expression instantly became cold.

"Bang !!", a ball of thunder exploded in front of the tavern, directly blowing up the door of the tavern, frightening the people in the tavern for a while.

I saw that in the dazzling thunder, a young man with dragon eyes and short silver hair, wearing a thunder spirit silver robe and carrying a broken sword, walked in proudly.

"Who are you?" At this time, a strong and irascible martial artist pointed at Ye Qingcheng and said angrily: "How dare you destroy this exquisite tavern!"

Ye Qingcheng glanced at him, raised his hand and waved it casually, and a silver thunderbolt immediately turned into a fierce thunder whip, whipped out, and swept the guy who opened his mouth and the dozen or so martial artists around him like falling leaves.

"Bang !!" An explosion sound, the wall of the tavern was directly blasted out of a big hole, and more than a dozen warriors flew out with convulsions. Under the blow, the tavern was in shambles, and everyone was terrified.

Then, Ye Qingcheng glanced up at the short-haired male elf standing on the second floor, and realized that he was also a powerful character. At the same time, he glanced casually at the two female elves, who only looked at him for a moment, and were attracted by his evil smile and handsome countenance, and their eyes could not help but glow with shyness.

"Duh, duh, duh......" Footsteps sounded, and Ye Qingcheng walked to Miyagawa Xue's table.

At this time, the male elf standing on the second floor was not angry at Ye Qingcheng's destruction of the tavern, on the contrary, he also raised his hand and used the power of the wood spirit to silently condense a seat for Ye Qingcheng.

Ye Qingcheng took the sword and inserted it on the table, then sat on the rattan chair, stretched out his head, stared at Miyagawa Xue with a calm expression, and said quietly: "I heard, do you want to be a good man?"

Hearing this, Miyagawa Xue's heart was furious, she stared at Ye Qingcheng's eyes, and said, "Do you want to die?"

"Haha!" Ye Qingcheng put his arms on the armrests of the rattan chair, laughed loudly, and said: "In the world, only Lao Tzu can kill others, and no one dares to say such a thing to Lao Tzu!"

At this time, Fu Shan was taken aback by Ye Qingcheng's domineering appearance. Ye Qingcheng no longer has the modest and gentle demeanor he usually has, and he is completely out of shape, as if he has changed into a different person. However, he hadn't seen Ye Qingcheng's thunderous appearance, and he didn't know if Ying Long had come out. He hurriedly walked over and asked with concern, "Qingcheng, was it struck by lightning?"

"Where did you come from, this bearded man?" Ye Qingcheng glanced at Fu Shan with disdain.

"It's a disaster!" Fushiyama was horrified. Ye Qingcheng had talked to him about his identity, and also mentioned that there was a crazy dragon demon hidden in his body. Once that guy comes out, it's extremely easy to do something ruined.

"Crazy. Miyagawa Xue said, "Do you remember your name?"

"Do you know Lao Tzu?" Ye Qingcheng asked.

"Even if you're still alive, you won't dare to talk to me in this tone when you see me. Miyagawa Xue said majestically.

"Oh?" Ye Qingcheng stretched out his little finger and plucked out his ears, and under his messy short hair, a fierce color flashed in his cold dragon eyes, and said, "You are from the Great Wilderness?"

"Not bad. ”

"Lift your head back, it should be worth a few bucks, right?"

"You can try. Miyagawa Xue said without showing weakness.

At this time, an elven old man, carrying a tray with a pot of wine on it, and two crystalline, orange-yellow, cylindrical earrings, trotted all the way to Ye Qingcheng's side and put it in front of him.

Ye Qingcheng pinched the two beautiful earrings, turned his head to look at the old elf, and said, "What is this?"

"This—" The old elf was stunned and looked up at the corridor on the second floor.

Ye Qingcheng followed his gaze and looked at the two elf girls. After Ye Qingcheng raised his head, they immediately lowered their heads shyly and avoided his gaze. However, it can be seen that they are missing an earring on their left ear......

(Note: It will be available tomorrow.) A few wordy words here. Actually, charging is not something to be ashamed of, just like all jobs, you go to work to earn a salary, and the same is true for writing. Everyone wants to be rewarded for their hard work, and the reward I want is not as good as everyone thinks, some writers have indeed achieved fame and fortune, but that is only a very few. More than ninety percent of writers still live on a manuscript fee that is lower than the average salary, and I am one of them. The reason why I insisted on writing down was because I wanted to give myself an explanation. I have worked as an operator, mined, cashiered, washed dishes, also worked as a salesman, customer service, etc., my right hand was also injured in an accident, although it was only a grade 10 work injury, but I know that it is not easy to make money. Since I was thirteen years old, I have been writing non-stop, and I have persevered for sixteen or seventeen years, but I have not received much reward, especially in the first few years (before writing), and I have not even earned a penny for what I have written, and I have suffered a lot of criticism, ridicule, and cold eyes. However, I didn't want to give up, I had held on for so long, I only had this little thing I could get my hands on, and if I lost it, I would be at a loss. My request is not excessive, I just hope that everyone will set aside the money for a pack of cigarettes to support the genuine version. I used to be a eunuch and had several books, but I chose to give them up because I couldn't afford to eat. Now, I want to continue writing, I want to show the most sincere attitude, and I will write well!