readx; Leaving Yipinju, Xingmu Night's original good mood was destroyed, and he held his stomach sulk, feeling both funny and angry about what had just happened, although it was men's clothing, but from the eyebrows, it must not be much worse, it was so rude. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info didn't stay, Xingmu Nightnight walked straight to the inn.

The gold of the setting sun is tranquil. In the afternoon, the pedestrians gradually thinned out, and the streets were divided into twos and threes, each returning to his home.

When Xingmu arrived at the inn at night, the setting sun had already sunk into the red clouds in the west, and the sky was gradually darkening. The inn is still as deserted as when I first came, there are only four or five tables on the one that welcomes the door, and there are only three coolies sitting on the door, drinking the cheapest water and wine, and there is only a plate of cheap peanuts on the table.

Back in the room, Xingmu Wanye fell directly on the bed, holding his head in his hands, staring straight at the roof, it seemed that the unhappiness that happened today was in front of him, especially Ye Zi's appearance of a woman dressed as a man, as if engraved in his mind, always lingered. After taking a short rest in the night, Xingmu got up, and after a few breaths, his mind moved, and he came to the immortal site.

The vast white mist, like a floating thread, sticks to the eyes. I didn't see any trace of the strange old man, but he must be in the immortal site, after all, Xingmu Nightfall doesn't know about this immortal site now. After adjusting it, Xingmu Wanye meditated again, and danced his hands again according to the Indian style on the refining volume of the fairy spirit formula, the movements were not fast, and he strived to be perfect and in place, in the initial stage, although Xingmu Wanye was eager to become stronger, he knew the importance of the foundation, which he learned from Xingmu Yao, after all, Xingmu Wanye was the only one who understood Xingmu Yao's cultivation habits, when he was a child, Xingmu Yao always took Xingmu Wanye with him, even if it was a practice.

The surrounding white mist slowly approached the starwood night, enveloping every inch of skin, penetrating every pore, and the pain gradually appeared. Xingmu Night's brow gradually furrowed, and sweat began to trickle down his forehead. Like thousands of sharp needles piercing the skin together, the sharp stinging sensation continued, and gradually accumulated over time, and finally reached a qualitative process, and the accumulated pain sensation bombarded the brain, constantly bombarding the consciousness of Xingmu Night. Three hours later, the soul suit on Xingmu Night's body has been soaked with sweat, the pain on his face is becoming more and more intense, his face has become pale, at this moment, those white mist are stretching every vein in Xingmu Night's body, and finally poured into the soul sea, and began to condense in the soul sea, about an hour later, I can hear "click!" With a bang, Xingmu Wanye suddenly opened his eyes, and a momentum followed, with Xingmu Wanye as the center, it spread in all directions, and forcibly pushed such a dense white mist into a one-meter-square space, and the fierce momentum was needless to say.

Xingmu Nightshade stood up and punched with all his strength towards the surroundings, the strength of the tiger was full of wind and wind, and the strength was doubled compared to before, it seems that opening a mortal point is a trace of power! Feeling the second drop of crystal clear liquid in the soul sea, Xingmu Nightshade smiled, I really don't know what will happen if all the mortal points are opened? The old man still did not appear, Xingmu Nightshade moved his mind, and retreated. The old man nodded silently in secret.

Out of the immortal site, Xingmu Nightshade changed his clothes, and fetched water to wash away the dirt forced out of the white fog, just when he was sleeping, he suddenly heard some movements, this midnight three watches, Xingmu Nightshade stood by the door, listened carefully, the sound should be from the room of the proprietress next door.

"Squeak!", followed by a heavy footsteps in the room, but it is certain that it must not be the hostess. After a while, I heard a "squeak!" again, and then there was a sound in the room, "What are the windows closed! Heh! What a slut, Xingmu heard this scolding and was about to go back to bed, but suddenly stopped.

"Oh, be careful, you know you're a, damn it, I've been in bad luck these days!", the man whispered.

"Oh, who is it? can you still make the head of the White Tiger Regiment deflated in this Ye City!, giggle......", the proprietress quipped in a cheap voice.

"Don't talk nonsense! Let's take Lao Tzu first! Those brothels make people ride too much! It's loose and loose, and it doesn't feel anything!", he walked around as he spoke.

It's him!!!

It's better to strike first, this grandson will definitely not let himself go! After a while, there was movement in the room, and the heavy panting sound kept coming out, and the ** of the two white flowers could be faintly seen constantly squirming, Xingmu gritted his teeth and waited, waiting for the most appropriate time, and took the life of the dog man and woman, but now he still didn't dare to move, after all, the head of the White Tiger Regiment was also a soul cultivator, and once he missed, he might have to die.

Finally, the time has come! I saw that the head of the color fan gradually slowed down, and said that the time was urgent, and at the moment when the burly figure trembled, Xingmu held his breath in the night, threw a dart with all his strength, broke through the window, and reached the figure. That figure suddenly sensed the dangerous atmosphere and wanted to turn back, but the body was already paralyzed by pleasure at this time, how could it keep up with the reaction? "Poof!", it hit the back of the head, and only the tail of the dart was left, which showed the fierceness of the starwood night, and there was no doubt that the head of the White Tiger Regiment was dead.

"Hey, dead ghost, it's not enough, get up, crush the old lady!", the proprietress was suddenly pressed by the head of the White Tiger Regiment and scolded, but suddenly felt wet on her body, and suddenly saw a slightly thin figure beside the bed, and before she could say anything, she saw a flash of white light, and she lost consciousness. After doing all this, Xingmu Wakaye suddenly collapsed on the ground, this was the first time he had killed someone, or two! He looked at the corpse in front of him, constantly adjusting his breathing to calm himself. After a few moments, he stood up, fled the inn, and hid in the mountains around Yecheng overnight.

Yecheng, a storm is about to rise.

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