In fact, when Lin Shaohua opened the door on the first floor of the inn, Chu Shi Shanhe had already discovered him, in addition to Lin Shaohua's undisguised visit, there is also Chu Shishanhe's keen observation, this kind of observation is completely born from practice, in addition to avoiding the monk of the city lord of Xinji City, Chu Shi Shanhe has to dodge, and now the lord of Xuanren Prefecture is the king of Changzhai, who can be called the spiritual search of heaven and earth, so the mana, Chu Shi Shanhe can not be used.

Lin Shaohua climbed the stairs, and Chu Shishan and He also waited for him.

Finally, when Lin Shaohua's sight slowly emerged from the horizon of the floor on the second floor, he found a bold guy, standing in front of his door, as if waiting for him.

The appearance of the appearance seems to have been predicted for a long time, in fact, Lin Shaohua was not surprised by all this, because all this is very reasonable, and Lin Shaohua is also more sure of the guess of Chu Shishanhe's true identity in his heart.

The third prince of the Winged Demon Clan, who is said to be extremely mysterious, is only the real operator in charge of the assassination of Xinji City.

And this has already been judged in Lin Shaohua's heart.

is not as calm as Lin Shaohua, Chu Shishanhe was full of joy when he saw the visitors, like a hospitable person, standing in front of his house to greet the guests.

This kind of hospitality doesn't have the slightest sense of contrivedness, as if Chu Shishanhe is really the host, and he Lin Shaohua is just a guest.

At this moment, Lin Shaohua slowly rose a kind of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart, and the deepest part of that powerlessness was fear, because this is Xinji City, the territory of the human race, and even as long as Lin Shaohua is willing to let go of Xinji City, light the wolf smoke, and even sacrifice the flying sword of transmission, this guy in front of him, if nothing else, it is difficult to get out of Xuanren Prefecture, let alone return to the Demon Land, you must know that further north here, there is a king sitting in the northern frontier of Xuanren Prefecture.

One of the eight kings of the demon clan, the third son of the Winged Demon family, a great head, who doesn't want to pick it?

Lin Shaohua's thoughts at this time, Chu Shishanhe was actually able to guess eight or nine without leaving ten, but for this visitor, Chu Shishanhe still greeted him with a smile, because this can roughly guess his identity as a Terran just by watching the battle, not to mention anything else, but this bold conjecture is enough to make Chu Shishanhe marvel, sure enough, since ancient times, heroes have been hidden in the city, and there is a lot of waste in the temple!

In fact, Chu Shi Shanhe doesn't want to attract a knife, save chaos, and then fill in the accident, this is Lin Shaohua's identity is too special, as long as Lin Shaohua dies in his own city, not to mention anything else, the closure of the city is the minimum, and even Xinji City has to report to the Taishou Mansion as quickly as possible, and there are definitely monks in the Taishou Mansion, and the number is definitely not a few, there are monks means that there is a messenger flying sword, even if Chu Shi Shanhe shoots fast, he will definitely not be able to escape the shuttle battleship of Daming City, and as long as Chu Shishan and He fall into a bitter battle, It has created ample possibilities for the king of the three realms in the lord of Daming City to be attacked and killed by Changzhai, and this means that the life of Chu Shishan and He will stay in this 'small' Xuanren State.

Chu Shi Shanhe is not stupid, just trying to be fast for a while, after all, he lost the overall situation, Chu Shi Shanhe is trying to plot this world, the plotter is the world, the warrior is also conquering, and the brave man is also limited to one place, and he is complacent.

Chu Shishanhe slowly walked towards Lin Shaohua, and finally stopped at the door of a room between the two, smiled slightly, and said to Lin Shaohua: "I've seen it, there is no one in this room, the general can come in." ”

Chang Chun suddenly took a step forward and protected Lin Shaohua, Chu Shi Shanhe smiled without saying a word, and kept quietly looking at the two people at the entrance of the steps, Lin Shaohua put his hand on Chang Chun's shoulder, patted it gently, Chang Chun instantly understood what the general meant, and had to give way.

This is not a big deal, but helplessness, because no matter whether the person in front of him is the third son of the Wing Demon, or the real operator behind the assassin, it is not something that Lin Shaohua can match, even if Lin Shaohua uses all his means, it will be equally useless.

Chang Chun got out of the way, and Lin Shaohua continued to walk towards the Chushi Mountain River.

Finally, when the two were really facing each other, and the distance between the two was only two meters, Chu Shishanhe spoke again, breaking the mysterious silent atmosphere.

Chu Shi Shanhe opened his mouth and said, "The guards are good." ”

Lin Shaohua was stunned at first, and just nodded 'um'.

Chang Chun looked at Chu Shishanhe with a bewildered expression, and then turned his head to look at Lin Shaohua, when he saw that the latter's expression was extremely calm, without a trace of unhappiness, Chang Chun breathed a sigh of relief, but he also had a kind of disgust for the big devil in front of him, because talking nonsense about something would really kill people.

Lin Shaohua naturally guessed Chu Shishanhe's thoughts, breaking the embarrassment or planning to consume the combat power of the human race?

You must know that if Huang Zhonghe, the city lord of Xinji City, heard this, Chang Chun would definitely not survive tomorrow.

In fact, in Lin Shaohua's heart, he is more inclined to the second statement.

Because the demon clan is cunning, the demon clan is fierce, this is the common sense of ancient times.

Chu Shishanhe pushed open the door, and regardless of the etiquette, he directly took the lead in entering and went straight to the main seat of the main hall, Lin Shaohua followed and sat in the accompanying seat, and Chang Chun was left outside the door.

Because of the next conversation, Chang Chun couldn't listen, even if the demon broke out and killed, it was just to add a corpse to the ground.

In the next room, Chu Xinsu pointed with a sword, if the room where Chu Shi Shanhe was located disappeared out of thin air, all words could not be transmitted, and if someone wanted to peep at the Dao method, it could also be easily detected by Chu Xinsu, this is the supreme hidden Dao method of the Spirit Clan, which is different from the method of isolating the small world, but simply concealing, hiding everything in his own soul power, so that people cannot easily detect it.

A few streets away, in a very narrow workshop, the storyteller smiled helplessly.

Wu Ming seemed to hold the idea of not giving up any of them to hit himself as a cheap master and said: "You have to be discovered, what are you doing to peep at when you are idle?" At the same time, he didn't forget to shake his head and snatch out the little bit of poor text and ink from his stomach: "Zi said, don't see, don't speak, don't listen." ”

The storyteller has long been accustomed to the boring jokes of his apprentices, and at the same time has his own way of coping with the eight characters of 'turning a deaf ear and seeing nothing'

At this time, the breakfast stall owner, who the storyteller often cared for, also came over with two bowls of tofu brains, put the things on the table, and did not forget to praise: "Sir is really studious, this child can already recite the things in the book at such a young age." ”

Wu Ming just wanted to wave his hand and say something to shirk, but he wanted to be preempted by the cheap master: "This son is stubborn, if there is any disturbance, I hope the old man will forgive me." ”

Wu Ming scolded and scolded: "You are stubborn, your whole family is stubborn." Of course, these words are only said to myself in my stomach.

The old man didn't know what to say for a while, there was no way, this gentleman was fine, but he spoke in a way that people couldn't understand, if only his granddaughter was there.

When the old man left, Wu Ming asked: "Crooked storyteller, when did you say that we can leave, it's too boring here, and the monsters in the vicinity are gone, I really don't know who to go to play." ”

Sure enough, if a monk or a battle-hardened warrior stood here, he would definitely find that the current Wuming was murderous, and the tip of his nose might even smell a faint smell of blood.

The storyteller responded, "It's coming." ”

It's fast indeed.