The next day

Day 3

It wasn't until the fourth day that someone took me away, and looking at the black guard walking in front, I felt a little weird as I was leaning over. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info: No, I can't.

The grocery store is the face of the grocery store shopkeeper, and the restaurant is the face of the restaurant, and the beggar's face has not committed anything at this time, why was he found by Hei Wei?

Hei Wei's figure is quite burly, the steel knife on his waist is supported by one hand, and the steel knife does not shake at all when he walks, too, Hei Wei at least has the strength of four grades, and each should not be underestimated.

Do you want to do it? Although the four products can make most people lose the mind to resist, it is not without a fight for me.

The black guard who died in the grocery store before was a good hand.

But, it was at the grocery store, and the door was closed.

Now, alas, sighed silently, and continued with the unhurried footsteps of the black guard.

Finally, the black guard led me to a courtyard gate, opened the door and motioned for me to follow in. It was obvious that this was an ordinary dwelling, and judging by the black clothes drying in the courtyard, it was likely to be his residence.

It's just that the black guard brought me to his place for something? I'm just a beggar, and I seem to understand something.

The burly black guard didn't say anything other than let me follow along the way, and he was silent when he entered the courtyard, but when he wrapped his tail finger with a strip of black cloth, I understood that this was "his own person" in the organization.

Hei Wei didn't say anything else the whole time, just handed me a wax pill. Looks like he's not my new upline, he's just the one who delivers the message.

I don't know if it's still a raw melon egg that hasn't been in business for a long time, just a wax pill, I actually took a beggar into my residence, and I sneered in my heart when I took the wax pill, it seems that the two years of hard work have not been in vain, and the organization doesn't seem to have enough manpower.

At least it's not very sufficient in the imperial capital!

I took the wax pill back to Yimeng's wooden building, the secret door was still closed, I was very sensible, and I knocked on the door, this should be the last time I knocked on this secret door.

There is not much information in the wax pill, but it is not much different from what I guessed, after seven years, I can finally go further, and the most important thing is that I can finally leave this imperial capital that I have been staying in for three years.

The wax pills melted into the tub, and the note went into my stomach.

Maybe it's a little excited, I didn't take the sheep when I came back today, Yimeng didn't seem to care about this matter at all, and didn't ask for prostitution, maybe it was because there were a lot of those given before, right?

I didn't open the previous money bags, but in terms of weight, it was definitely a lot, and it was more than enough to wrap a flower sister, but I actually felt a little sorry, as if I owed her something, and as if my husband who was out couldn't make money and came home.

This is really a little strange, and what is even more strange is that I actually went out and brought back a money bag after changing into clean clothes, and I picked it out with a heavy weight in my hand.

Yimeng didn't seem to have any special interest in the money bag I took out, but quietly accepted it, and motioned for me to go to the bedroom on the second floor as always, which made me a little depressed, and it seemed that I should thank me?

Listening to the coquettish panting in my ears, I moved a little carelessly, and suddenly I figured it out, as if it was today, as if I was more like an ordinary person.

This conclusion made me quite happy, and I worked harder, and for a long time, the calm bed carried a trace of stability.

Watching the soldiers defending the city and checking the pedestrians came and went, and I was in a happy mood.

This time, I was a scholar dressed in green clothes, around twenty years old, white and clean, checking the road, and finally, I stepped out of the gate of the imperial capital.

Three years ago, I entered the imperial capital in a carriage and began my career as a grocery store manager, and from that moment I was desperate to get out of here as soon as possible, and now I have done it.

Farewell, Imperial Capital.

Farewell, unjust soul.

Farewell, gloomy.

In the past three years, with the help of the old greyhound, I have successfully framed 17 peers, including two upline.

In three years, with the help of the old greyhound, I perfectly slaughtered six black guards, one of whom was a five-rank martial artist.

Finally, in exchange for a paper order, I went to Tongzhou alone, Tongzhou in all directions.

Ten miles away from the imperial capital is the folding willow pavilion, the official road must pass through, a good place to say goodbye, the willow on the edge of the folding willow pavilion can already be seen a little green, spring is coming little by little.

Zheliu Pavilion is really out of the scope of the imperial capital in five miles, and the old greyhound is waiting here, seeing me from a distance, and his tail wagging involuntarily.

To be precise, this dog is no longer called the old greyhound, the water is black, not gray, the fur is smooth and slippery, and it is not old.

The old greyhound was the first year I came out of the mountain, and he followed me for seven years, changed my destiny, and is changing.

When I first came out of the mountain, I played a little beggar, and the only thing the little beggar and the old greyhound had in common was that they were very scared. I'm really scared, and the old greyhound isn't.

That was my first assignment, dressing up as a beggar in a small town in the south, keeping a close eye on a business.

I still remember that the business was engaged in silk and satin, and the shopkeeper was very good, and from time to time he gave me some food. Twelve-year-old I didn't know what was special about this business, but I was instructed to report the situation of the silk village to the upline every three days, until one day, the business was tragically destroyed, and I knew that it had nothing to do with me.

I was scared, terrified, especially at night when I was hiding alone in a ruined temple. The clay Bodhisattva seemed to be able to see the darkness in my heart, to see the sins I had committed, and his solemn face turned into hideous, as if condemning what I had done!

Fear, fear, fear! At that time, there was nothing but fear, and I prostrated myself in front of the clay Bodhisattva, crying about my sins.

Maybe it's really the Bodhisattva's manifestation, my sins have been heard by others, this person is my upline, responsible for receiving my news, and the assessment of me, newcomers, the first time to do things is always the best way to show the heart, the upline is very dissatisfied with me, I lost the qualification as an organization, and at the same time lost the qualification to survive.

The dagger is dark, and the blood is piping hot.

The upper line died, and was bitten by an old greyhound in the throat, and the blood sprayed me in the face, and the upper line who lunged at me fell on top of me, and the neck made a "snort" sound, which was the sound of blood gushing out.

In this way, I met the old greyhound, I don't know why it saved me, I only know that it understands what I say, and I can understand its bark.

Later, the old greyhound followed me all the time, but rarely let others see me.

Later, slowly, I learned that the reason why the old greyhound saved me was because I was a rare psychic, one of the few humans who could communicate with him.

And it is a member of the demon clan, the former king.

The old greyhound didn't admit to me that he was the king, the king wouldn't be like that, he said that he was just an old dog and a soil dog that had lost his demonic power.

The old greyhound never told me about his past, but followed me silently, because I could understand it, I could communicate with it, and I could make it feel that it was not an ordinary brute.

I have guessed its origin more than once, and as I grew older, my knowledge gradually grew, and I saw more and more that the old greyhound was extraordinary.

The demon race has existed since ancient times, and like human warriors and warlocks, they can all gain great abilities through cultivation, but those who can be called demon clans have human form, and they are born with human form, but they have demon power.

The old greyhound calls itself a demon clan, but no matter how it changes, it always appears in the form of a dog, and there is no demon in human form, which is called a demon beast.

The old greyhound didn't say, and I didn't ask again.

It's my luck to have it in itself, and the rest doesn't matter.