The first thing she sighed about was that the fifth brother's charm was really amazing, even if this little boss took her hair, he couldn't turn into her real body, and the mist was still in the form of a thousand feathers, which showed how strong the deception of his charm technique was.

In addition, she thought again, since this little boss can use fog to transform her figure, can she also cooperate with her to act in a scene, where to lock up "Qianyu", so that she can get out of this heroine's identity and be herself?

But compared to the miraculous charm technique, the fog technique of the little boss is still too simple, and it is a little difficult to deceive Xue Qingfeng's eyes.

She was thinking wildly, but Xue Qingfeng asked a little puzzled:

"Looking at Your Excellency's cultivation, there should be no shortage of this kind of puppet incarnation to serve, why do you want to take the hair of a thousand feathers?"

"Because, she's good-looking."

Su Linger was stunned when she heard this, and was praised coldly, so that she was unprepared, and once she met the man's dark eyes.

If an ordinary man who meets her for the first time compliments her on her good looks, she will definitely think that the other party is frivolous, but this little boss is very serious, and it does not make people feel frivolous at all, but more like stating a fact, a truth, and an honesty about beauty.

Fortunately, Su Ling'er's self-positioning is very clear, and she knows that he is praising the appearance of "Qianyu", which has nothing to do with her?

She smiled embarrassedly and said politely: "Thank you, little boss, you are also very good-looking." ”

"Anhuan, my name."

"My name is Chiba."

She happily exchanged names with the little boss An Huan, raised a glass to him, and An Huan also picked up the cup and returned, and then drank it lightly.

It's just that she met drinking friends here, but the two men opposite, one big and one small, looked dark, and their eyes were worse than the other.

Especially when they saw An Huan dissipate the fog, retract her wisps of green silk, and put them close to their bodies, their faces sank so much that they were about to drip water.

Su Linger didn't look at the other side at all, just chatting with her new friends.

"An Huan, are you a fog clan?"

"Hmm."

"Can you tell me about the Fog Clan, did you really come from the north, why did you migrate?"

"Are you interested in us Mister?"

"yes, I'm interested."

"What we are in your eyes."

An Huan threw her question back, she thought about it and shook her head:

"I don't know. I've heard some things about the Fog Clan, and it's all one-sided. Some people say you're strong, some say you're bad, but in my opinion, you're pretty cute. ”

"Most people in the world regard us as monsters, but in the eyes of you, a human being, do you think we are cute?"

"Ah, sorry, I probably don't know how to use words. I mean, every life that is seriously alive is very lovely, whether it's a grass, a turnip, or a ......."

A cannon fodder with only three hundred words.

She laughed when she thought about it, since she was dressed as a little witch, her three views have collapsed, and now she doesn't like to listen to people talk about one-sided good and bad, what demons should die or something, how can there be a life in the world that is born to die.

She used her own eyes to see the timid and immature little messengers of the fog demon, the shopkeepers who were doing business diligently all over the street, and the rich little boss next to her who seemed to be cold but was actually very good at talking and a little ignorant of the world.

Can they really be summed up in one or two words, she can't do it anyway, she thinks she can know more before making a judgment.

An Huan looked at her smiling face for a while, drank another glass of wine, and then slowly said:

"We did migrate from other places, for the simple reason that the Mist Clan had been hit hard and could no longer survive in their homeland, so they had to move elsewhere."

"Heavy damage?"

"Well, there is not one in ten warriors of the Fog Clan, and most of the rest are young Fog Clan, as you can see. The only warrior of the Fog Clan who can be called a 'threat' to you today is probably the Fog King. ”

"Huh?"

Su Ling'er didn't expect to hear such words from his mouth, and she was stunned for a while.

Thinking about it carefully, it is true that the little messengers who led the way are very young, and the fog demons who operate businesses on this street are not very powerful, at most they are at the level of foundation building and cultivation.

However, it is still too exaggerated to say that the Fog Monarch is the only one, and those ironclad fog clans who maintain law and order are also very powerful, Jin Dan...... No, at least it has to be a primordial baby.

It's just her thoughts.

She saw that An Huan's indifferent tone revealed a deep pessimism, loneliness, and sadness, and just describing the current situation made him very sad, especially when he mentioned the word "Wujun......

Su Ling'er could feel that his mood was not good, no wonder his eyes had lost their brilliance from the beginning.

Naturally, she wouldn't reveal people's scars, so she didn't ask questions on this topic, and instead diverged from the words:

"But the Misty Mountain Range is not very livable, the leylines here will leak air, and if you come into contact with it, you will fall into hallucinations, which is very dangerous."

"You mean death. That kind of alienated aura will only react to anger, we fog people are not ordinary creatures, and the alienated aura has no effect on us. ”

"Hey, is that so? There are other dangers, right? ”

"As long as it is in the fog, the Fog Clan will be in a state of infinite regeneration and will not dissipate easily, so as long as there is fog, there is no inconvenience for us here."

Su Ling'er nodded, no wonder the Fog Monarch would send those obviously weak little fog demons out to walk around, it turned out that there was this layer of survival guarantee.

But the fog that protects the little fog demons doesn't seem to be naturally formed, isn't it also the handiwork of the fog king?

Her biggest curiosity now is the Fog Monarch himself.

"I heard that this time the Fog Monarch held a ceremony to establish the capital, as long as the demons who were invited to come swore allegiance to him, he would take action to quell the death-dead riots in the mountains, is it true?"

An Huan's slender eyebrows narrowed slightly, as if he was smiling.

"You should ask Wu-kun about this, not me."

Su Ling'er also laughed when she heard this, and thought: If you don't say this, we still think you are the Fog King.

Xue Qingfeng looked at the two of them and smiled, a little strange in his heart, and interrupted:

"Your Excellency An Huan, do you know when the Lidu Ceremony will start and when we will be able to leave here."

"I don't know, but it should be soon."

"What are you Mist waiting for?"

Xue Qingfeng's tone gradually sharpened, An Huan avoided answering, and turned his head to look out the window again.

"There's another interesting guest in town."

"Guest?"

The crowd followed his gaze and looked out of the window, the window of this wine shop was very wide and wide, and the view was very good, and it was located in the most prosperous part of the street, where all the people who came and went on the street could be seen.