Ling Han listened to the words of the man in black and sighed deeply, although Ling Han had not really participated in the sect struggle, but after the turmoil in the Shen Sect, Ling Han also deeply realized a truth, power can make people lose their minds. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The words of the man in black made Ling Han speechless.

Seeing that Ling Han was silent and his face was still a little ugly, the man in black said softly: "Brother Ling, I know that you just want to return to that Wind Chime Island, if you can really obtain the Yama Order, you will definitely let Brother Ling get his wish!"

Ling Han remembered that his greatest wish now was nothing more than to go back to Fengling Island first, looking for a chariot and horse divine doctor to treat Tianbao, as for whether the world of this immortal domain belonged to the Eternal Life Gate or the man in black in front of him, it didn't matter, so he said, "Brother Ji is serious?"

Seeing Ling Han's tone softened, the man in black hurriedly said, "If you rebel in the next life, let you be a slave in the next life!"

Ling Han's black-clothed man looked affirmative, sighed and said, "I only have one request, that is, after I go to the underworld, Brother Ji must take care of my brother Tianbao's thoughtfulness!"

The man in black smiled and said, "Brother Ling, don't worry, although my brother is not talented, but in this other city, it is not a problem to protect a person." Besides, now that the Tianbao brothers are already the leaders of the other side city, I'm afraid that no one will deliberately look for the trouble of the Tianbao brothers!"

Ling Han said: "Having said that, what I'm most worried about is ......"

Without waiting for Ling Han to finish speaking, the man in black waved his hand and said, "Whether it is Lu Qingfei, or the immortal situation, or the head of the Zhu cell, they will not be allowed to hurt a single hair of the Tianbao brothers!"

The man in black spoke eloquently, and Ling Han felt a little comforted in his heart.

"Okay! Ling Han promises you today's matter! I hope Brother Ji will not break his promise!" Ling Han said, "I have been away for too long, if I don't go back, I'm afraid that the City Lord Lu will be suspicious!"

The man in black nodded and said: "What Brother Ling said is that in this other side of the city, there are Lu Qingfei's eyeliner everywhere, and there are many spies of Zhu Jiaotou, Brother Ling has to be careful in everything, and he will not leave Brother Ling in the future, and when it is done, there will be heavy thanks!"

Ling Han didn't say much, turned around and was about to leave, the man in black hurriedly said, "Brother Ling, let's get out from here!" he said, pointing towards the dew tiles on the roof.

Ling Han looked up at the broken tiles that he stepped on, smiled knowingly, and jumped up, as light as a nesting swallow, jumped on the roof, and disappeared without a trace after a few ups and downs.

The man in black looked at Ling Han's light body, and his eyes were full of admiration.

Ling Han used the mosaic grass at the ridge of the roof to cross the flower steps, galloping all the way, his body was like a leisurely stroll, but the speed was strangely fast. Even if there were people under the room, they couldn't see Ling Han's figure at all, let alone hear any sound.

Ling Han didn't mean to show off his mastery, but after listening to the words of the man in black, Ling Han had some confidence in returning to Fengling Island, so the breath that had been pressing on Ling Han's heart was slightly relieved.

Ling Han knew that the man in black must have nothing to do with the "Waterside King", otherwise, if there were any words, he would not let Ling Han meet again at the Judge's Temple in the south of the city.

And Ling Han knew that this man in black must have a great background, not only was the man in black far higher than him in terms of cultivation, but from the fact that he could let Ling Han just step on that tile and fall into the room, this showed that the man in black knew his whereabouts well.

Cooperating with such a person whose cultivation surpassed his own and his scheming surpassed his own, Ling Han would also be uneasy, but compared to his current owner, Lu Qingfei, Ling Han still believed that there were more people in black.

Even Ling Han himself didn't know what the reason was, maybe it was Lu Qingfei's front and behind him that made him a little worried, or maybe it was the words of the man in black who were worried first and then happy that moved Ling Han.

But Ling Han had only one purpose, that is, the man in black and Lu Qingfei had promised him, to return to Fengling Island, as long as he could return to Fengling Island safely and securely with Tianbao, the rest was not so important.

Ling Han found an alley where there were no people, and jumped into the alley.

It was already past noon, Ling Han walked for half a moment, and then he saw pedestrians coming and going, Ling Han didn't want to attract the attention of others, so he slowly walked in the direction where he came.

Most of the pedestrians on the road looked hurried, as the so-called: the world is bustling, all for profit, the world is bustling, all for profit. No one would pay attention to Ling Han, even if someone saw Ling Han's face, they would not recognize this unastonishing young man, who was the one who turned the immortal situation upside down.

Ling Han walked for a while, and then arrived at the most prosperous market in the other side city, in the morning Ling Han and Lu Lin rode through here, and the other side of the flower capital was not far from the market.

This bazaar is not much different from the bazaar of the wind chime city, the bluestone of the bluestone slab street has become smooth and round after years of trampling and wind and rain erosion, just like an angular teenager thrown into the mixed rivers and lakes, it will not take long to be polished sleek.

The small merchants and vendors on the street were gesturing, shouting, their eyebrows fluttering, and their spit flying, in Ling Han's eyes, they were all just for one thing, that is, to live.

And those customers who bought things were also looking, calculating, pointing and pointing, and they were bound to compare, and in Ling Han's eyes, they were only for one thing, and they were also alive.

Ling Han was once again full of money at this time, he naturally would no longer calculate for some petty profits, but at this time, he was a little envious of those street vendors, because although they seemed to be lowly, they could sleep peacefully every day. Sometimes it's not difficult to live, but it's hard to get a good night's sleep every day.

Ling Han thought about walking as he could, only to see that the front of the market was actually very lively, in front of a small two-story building, there were some people on the third floor and the outer three floors. The men were still struggling to squeeze towards the front of the building, their faces full of anticipation, as if there was something new in the small building.

Ling Han couldn't help but be surprised, could it be that Tianbao had caused something trouble in that small building again, thinking of this, Ling Han also followed.

When Ling Han arrived, he realized that this was a theater garden, and he saw a white-faced actor on the stage staggering to the front of the stage. Ling Han didn't know what kind of drama was popular in this other city, but Ling Han could see at a glance that no matter how good the drama in front of him was, it was much worse than the "Yujie Bingqing".

Ling Han saw that since it was not Tianbao who was causing the trouble, he turned his head to leave, but there were really a lot of people who came up, and for a while, Ling Han actually didn't squeeze out.

Of course, if Ling Han used the grass to pass the flower steps, not to mention these ordinary people, even if there were thousands of troops, they might not be able to keep Ling Han.

But after all, this is a lively place, and Ling Han didn't want to show his skills easily, so he had to say loudly: "Labor, borrow, borrow, oil, ......oil" I don't know if the people here will understand that sentence.

But Ling Han's words were like ducks listening to thunder in the ears of those who joined in the fun, not only did no one work hard, borrow, borrow light, and no one was afraid of oil at all, but instead squeezed Ling Han into the small building, and kept shouting in Ling Han's ear, "Ma go, Ma go!"

Ling Han smiled bitterly on his face, at this time, the grass mopping step was no longer able to be used, because here it was clear that people were crowding people, people were crowding, heads were touching heads, and feet were touching feet.

Ling Han raised his head and saw that even the second floor was the same one after another, the white-faced drama was silent, and everyone on the stage was clamoring and shouting.

Seeing this situation, Ling Han couldn't help but wonder a little, that white-faced actor who didn't look amazing actually had so many audiences, it was really unbelievable, and the sea water was incomprehensible.

However, even if this drama was the reincarnation of Xin Pei or the rebirth of Lan Fang, Ling Han was unwilling to stay for half a step, Ling Han knew that if he didn't use some skills, let alone squeeze out a bloody path, he would be easily trampled to death.

If Ling Han was really trampled to death by these people, then there would be a new article on his epitaph: Ling Han, a generation of emperors, was born in a certain year and died at a certain foot on the other side.

Ling Han took a deep breath and was about to squeeze out, but just as he was about to exert his strength on a stubby man beside him, he felt that everyone stretched their necks and raised their feet in unison, and suddenly there was no sound upstairs and downstairs, just like time stopped, time did not pass.

"Babbling ......" There was a sound of clearing his throat from the stage, long and long, although Ling Han couldn't hear any benefit from this sound, he just felt that there was something exotic.

"Okay!" When the throat clearing stopped, there was a burst of cheers upstairs and downstairs.

Ling Han turned his head and saw the white-faced actor clenching his fists and singing: "The world is uneven, I see people riding horses and I ride donkeys, look back at the cart man, less than the top, more than the bottom!"

After singing a few opening words, there was another burst of cheers from the audience.

Ling Han listened to these words, and secretly sighed: If Shen Chao and Lu Qingfei heard such a small tune, they didn't know how they would feel!

A few words actually attracted Ling Han deeply, Ling Han thought that he would go back and have a drink with Tianbao Lu Lin, so he wanted to enjoy the next moment of peace here, and listen to this white-faced play, what tricks were there.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected of frost on the ground, look up at the bright moon, my father is Li Gang!" The actor's voice is loud and slightly magnetic, although there are many people, but every word can be clearly sent to the ears of these audiences, and the basic skills are indeed very solid.

As soon as the words fell, everyone laughed, and many people made a "call" sound in unison.

When the layman saw the excitement and the insider looked at the doorway, Ling Han realized that the white-faced drama in front of him was not simple, because the method of vocalization he used was one of the five senses.

Confusing people with sound is not a simple performance, but a means of controlling people's thinking. If the people on the stage did it on purpose, that white-faced drama would definitely have a great future.

"Don't gossip, show it, the immortal hero Ling Erlang!"