When night falls again, the Wenxiu scattered in the wilderness and the river gradually returns, and the Wenxiu with different appearances between the markets come and go, revealing their temperament.

At the entrance of the Dongcheng Dog Tooth Gang, Hei Sanwei sat in the Zhongyi Hall, and his left and right arms returned to the tedious affairs one after another. He didn't awaken the Assassin Soul, but most of the things in this holy city couldn't escape his ears and eyes, and it had a cloud-shaking influence.

"Magnificent martial reputation, loyalty and righteousness" is eye-catching, the blood-colored tiger skin is thick and sharp, and the Wen Xiu below stands with his head bowed, extremely respectful.

This is already the ultimate of a mortal!

"The Three Domains Wenxiu has left the Holy City and taken the two minor monks with him, Ma Xiangdong and Yan Jin. ”

"Oh?" Kurosan exclaimed in surprise, he had an excellent memory, and he remembered these two little people who had never met directly. "It's a good ......"

He praised, but he was not afraid. There are only two small Wen Xiu, and I don't know how many people enter the Three Domains every year, so I don't have to be afraid. Moreover, he thinks that he is attentive and has no slackness, even if the two of them are prosperous in the future, there is no reason to blame.

This is his style of doing things, and his smile is corresponding, even if the other party is an ant-like character. He himself is a guy who has not awakened the soul assassination, so he naturally knows that he should not underestimate others.

Unless he is cutting down the grass or has no fear, he will become a vicious snake.

He is Wang Lingfeng's fangs, and he clearly knows that this fangs must not only recognize the master, but also be fierce enough. And you have to rely on your own identity, and you can't easily get into trouble.

"Is there any news from Lao Hu?"

His palm was on the table beside him, but what he was playing with was a black crystal, which was the King of Earth Fire Flame. This thing had always been by his side, and even he didn't expect that suddenly this little fire crystal would become so important.

"Not yet, but soon! He's already opened the joints in the Temple of the Apocalypse. ”

"Hmm. Xiong Da hasn't come back yet?"

During the questioning, Hei San frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong.

Wen Xiu below turned around and glanced at the night, "It's a little late......"

Before the words fell, there was the sound of tigers and tigers stepping outside, and a magnificent man strode in majestically.

"Help!" the person who came hugged his fists and saluted, it was Xiong Da.

"How's it going?" asked Hei San as he put down the Earth Fire Flame Marrow King in his hand, lifted his chin, and narrowed his eyes.

Xiong Da looked a little unhappy, "Helper, there was a chance to solve it quickly." But it was destroyed by a teenager, and he delayed the time until the mysterious man arrived. In the end, I fought with the mysterious man, and I won more than 3,000 drops of demon blood for each of the forty contribution points. ”

"Three thousand drops. Hei San nodded slightly.

Three thousand drops is enough to make a difference. As for the price of forty contribution points per drop, he didn't care. 120,000 contribution points, things are done beautifully, and naturally someone pays for him.

"Helper, that young man, do you know!"

"Oh?" asked Kuro Mimoi.

"It's the guy who talked to you about the deal of the Earth Fire Flame King some time ago, Mo Liang. This kid has a deep mind and a vicious eye, and he dares to stand up to the prestige of the Dogtooth Gang in front of me! But he guessed right, that mysterious man is indeed not small. ”

Hei San smiled, and others couldn't see his thoughts. "Mo Liang, Wang Shaoren...... Both of them wanted the Earth Fire Flame King, but they didn't know if the scene was interesting at that time. ”

"Alright, you guys go. Continue to check who is auctioning the Earth Fire Flame Marrow King in the auction house, I want to know how he got so many Earth Fire Flame Marrow Kings!"

"Also, Lao Hu has news, report it to me immediately!"

"Yes!" several of his men clasped their fists in unison and turned to leave.

In the Zhongyi Hall in the quiet, Hei San habitually raised his head, squinted his eyes and pretended to sleep.

"Dare to stand up to the power of the Dogtooth Gang! I hope you really have something to rely on!" After a long time, Hei San murmured with the corners of his mouth hooked. Mo Liang is getting more and more interesting to him.

......

A group of literary cultivators, no matter how strong or weak, have a harvest of hundreds of contribution points, more, or even thousands. When it comes to squads, there is no shortage of teams with tens of thousands of contribution points.

The harvest of this adventure suddenly looks less thin.

The Wen Xiu happily hugged Mo Liang out of the martial arts academy, and did not let him leave no matter what, and must have wine and meat to recognize him as a young hero.

Knowing that this kind of friendship was really shallow, Mo Liang had to go with them.

Red dust is floating, there are many mediocrity, and it is groggy, but it is also a taste. An adventure, a little gain, is a vigorous one. Such a life is also a kind of happiness.

A big bowl of wine, a big mouthful of meat, a loud boast......

In the dilapidated restaurant, there are countless literary repairs with countless joys. Gradually, the scholars became drunk, and this adventure was performed in people's mouths like a legend.

The night lights are mottled and the voices are boiling.

Mo Liang left quietly, and the hustle and bustle also made him feel interesting, but it was not his pursuit after all. Now that he has a huge amount of money, his mind is already full of the Earth Fire Flame Essence King, and he indulges in the general election of the Qi Sea Realm, and the Holy Realm...... and even the three domains and the hundred domains of Zhongzhou.

There is something to pursue, there must be something to abandon, such a lively and happy life no longer belongs to him.

Walking on the wide and cold street, Mo Liang's back was straight, his steps were steady, and his steps were drowned in the noisy laughter, but he couldn't bury the road in his heart. His shadow dragged on longer and longer, and the lights were lonely, and there was no one in the empty alley.

"I am the son of the Mahatma, the heir of the Instant!"