Wu Moxie returned to the town where he first met Luo An, and when he thought that he was riding a spirit beast at that time, Luo An's eyes began to be a little wrong when he looked at him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, Luo An was also the wrong person, and was used by Wang Yun as a substitute for the dead ghost without hesitation at the time of crisis, and died unjustly.

The town's bazaar is not as lively as it was when the Heavenly Lotus Valley opened, although there are hawkers shouting one after another, but there are very few priests with spirit demons, and even some priests have regarded this town as ominous.

Wu Moxie came to the market and found that only one of the one-horned elk he had fostered here was left, and the other had been sold, because the shopkeeper thought that Wu Moxie was dead.

So Wu Moxie took the elk away, and by the way, the other one sold a hundred soul stones.

Walking aimlessly in the market, Wu Moxie smelled the aroma wafting from the roadside restaurant, and couldn't help but growl twice in his stomach.

In the past two months, he has relied on the dry food in the soul ring to survive, and he has no chance to taste a little meat at all, especially in the month of cultivation in the sea of fire, it can be said that he has eaten the last meal without the next meal, and he is hungry all day long.

Wu Moxie licked his slightly dry lips, and immediately planned to step on the threshold of the hotel.

But from the store, I heard a sound of dishes and chopsticks knocking over, and the noise sounded, and I saw an embarrassed figure running out of the restaurant.

"****** damn, eat the overlord meal!" Xiao Er ran out with a fork stick in his hand to beat.

"The more you live, the more you go back, shameless old thing!" the shopkeeper picked up a silk scarf and wiped his sweat, cursing.

The figure slipped away very fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had already crossed the threshold and rushed towards the street, Wu Moxie saw that the person had the momentum of running towards him, his brows furrowed, and he was about to get out of the way, he didn't plan to get involved in this kind of trivial matter.

Unexpectedly, the thin man seemed to be running in a disorderly manner, but he really followed the direction in which Wu Moxie was hiding.

Where did Wu Moxie hide sideways, where did the person follow, with Wu Moxie's skills, he was stunned and didn't flash, and he bumped into this person.

"You ......"

Wu Moxie's eyes turned cold, and he was just about to push away, but when he looked up, he saw a stick shadow sweeping towards him and smashing it down on him.

"Peng!"

Under Xiao Er's stunned gaze, the five-foot fork stick in his hand was shaken into two by the young man in front of him with his bare hands, and sawdust flew all over the place.

He saw that there was one more person in front of him, and he didn't have time to stop it, but he didn't think that the person in front of him was not injured, but the fork in his hand was broken.

"I'm sorry, official, I didn't see it clearly, so I ......" Xiao Er was sweating profusely, realizing that he had made a big mistake.

can break the fork stick with his bare hands, no matter how bad he is, he is also a martial artist, how can he provoke a hotel junior?

"It's fine. ”

Wu Moxie shook his head, and he didn't plan to think too much about it.

Xiao Er nodded flatteringly, and then said embarrassedly: "This person has eaten the overlord meal in our store, official, look at this ......"

"I don't know him. ”

Wu Moxie turned around and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, the old man beside him grabbed Wu Moxie's trouser leg and howled, his tone was extremely miserable, as if he had been abandoned.

"Son, you can't just leave your father and leave!"

Wu Moxie was suddenly stunned, he had never seen such a shameless person, he could be recognized as a son by a person who ate an overlord's meal when he walked on the street casually, what kind of world is this? !

What's more, because of this old man's fuss on the street, there are more and more people watching the excitement, and there is no shortage of idle aunts, who start pointing at themselves while eating melon seeds.

Wu Moxie was a little annoyed, no matter how good his patience was, he couldn't withstand such a commotion, so he immediately clenched his fists and turned his head to point at the old man who was holding his trouser legs.

But when Wu Moxie really saw the old man's face clearly, he was completely stunned.

"It's ...... you"

When the old man saw Wu Moxie's expression change, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a trace of imperceptible arc, and at the same time, he didn't forget to wipe a handful of snot and tears on Wu Moxie's body.

In the end, in front of everyone, Wu Moxie actually took the initiative to pay for the old man's meal, and the matter came to an end.

Everyone didn't expect that this white-robed young man was really the son of the old man. As a result, many people can't help but start counting the unfilial piety of the white-robed boy, and his old son has been reduced to eating the overlord's meal.

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Outside the town, a ruined wall.

The old man followed Wu Mo all the way, looking at the mastiff covering the moon for a while, and stroking the one-horned elk for a while, and kept admiring: "The leg strength of this elk is not bad, it is comparable to a second-grade spirit animal, the price should not be low, right?"

Wu Moxie stood still, his face couldn't see what emotion was, and after seeing that there was no one around, he asked directly without beating around the bush: "What do you want to do with me?"

He looked at the old man in front of him, and there was a hint of vigilance in his heart.

This person is the old man he met in Tianlian Valley some time ago, but the purple eyes luan beside him don't know where he went.

"I didn't want to do anything. ”

The old man looked disrespectful to the old man, scratched his head, and said with a hippie smile: "It's just that the little brother hasn't answered the old man's question yet, and it's very worrying." ”

Wu Moxie's heart jumped, and then he frowned and said, "I told you, I don't know." ”

The old man was silent, but his eyes kept staring at Wu Moxie, as if he was smiling.

Wu Moxie snorted coldly, turned around and left.

The old man didn't care, he still looked light-hearted, and followed Wu Moxie as if he was strolling leisurely.

Towards this leisurely, Wu Moxie didn't dare to do anything with this thin old man, this was obviously a pig and a tiger.

In desperation, he could only let him follow, thinking that after a few days, the old man would naturally lose patience and stop pestering himself.

From noon to dusk, from dusk to sunset, after the change of the sun and the moon, the old man still hangs behind him not far away, and his foot strength is not inferior to Wu Moxie.

Deeper at night, the faint moonlight is reflected on the river, and the surrounding area is a barren countryside.

Wu Moxie sat on the gravel paved path, the dry firewood he picked up burst into red flames in the crackling sound, and the mastiff's broad body curled up beside him, like a natural blanket.

Burning on the fire was a caught pheasant, which was skillfully plucked and hollowed out by Wu Moxie, and then sprinkled with condiments, and the aroma gradually wafted out of it.

These are all survival skills that Wu Moxie has experienced in the Moyun Mountains since he was a child, and he can survive even in the harsh environment of Liao.

The skin of the pheasant is oily, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the fragrance alone makes the moon raise her head and sniff her nose.

The thin old man in ragged clothes hid alone in a patch of reeds, and his saliva almost flowed from the ground as he watched the pheasants roasting on the campfire.

Looking at the old man looking like a starving ghost reincarnated, Wu Moxie was surprised, it seemed that the scene in front of the hotel before was not an old man's play.

"If you want to eat, come here. Wu Moxie shouted.

The old man immediately responded, ran over with a smoke, and regardless of the hostile roar of the moon, he sat on the gravel floor, staring at the roast chicken, staring intently.