There was chaos on the street, and there were people there at this time.

Even if I saw it, I thought it was hurt by the rebellious Fuso devil, but I didn't react at anything except to increase everyone's already high anger.

"Little Brother Qiu......" Even Li Shoubei, who was not far away, just shouted in surprise, and then disappeared.

At this moment, killing the Fusang devil is a big deal.

"Retire and go." In the crowd, Ziyu looked up at the North Shadow Changfeng who was carrying him, and waved his hand with a smile.

Beiming Changfeng glanced at the corner of the fish's mouth and didn't know what blood was made, blackened his face, and then turned around and left.

This Qinzi fish is really a mess of tricks.

This time, even if Emperor Hou Qin investigates it in the future, the person who sent the fake is dead, and he can't find her Qin Ziyu, which is powerful enough.

The crowd was vast, and the figure of Ziyu was instantly submerged.

There was chaos in Suzhou City, no one noticed, and a group of people walked through the crowd towards the city gate.

The sun is slanting to the west, and the sun is like blood at dusk.

Ten miles of Qinhuai small hills, living in the mountains and facing the river.

In the midst of this secluded green hill, there stood a lonely grave, very new, very new, the tomb was empty without a name or surname.

Ziyu stood in front of the new grave with a serious face, knelt down heavily and kowtowed three times: "Uncle, little one, Ziyu has avenged you, please rest in peace under Jiuquan." ”

This is the place where the people of Diyi buried the two grandchildren who were hanged at the mouth of the alley.

Although it was not her fault, but because of her, she should kneel.

The green mountains are faint, the green water is secluded, and that's all she can do.

"Gone." After bidding farewell to the lonely grave of the old man, the long wind of the North Underworld did not allow the fish to stay longer, and dragged the person to turn around and leave quickly.

Here, a moment longer is already a little more dangerous.

Ziyu knew the severity, although he was reluctant, he didn't say anything and left with the long wind of the North Hell.

Deserted, miserable and miserable.

Leaving the lonely tomb and walking on the relatively wide ten-mile Qinhuai Road, Di Yi, who had been cold, suddenly looked at Ziyu and asked, "How did the ginseng and the living dragon do it?" ”

The subordinates of the land who were scattered around with passers-by pricked up their ears in unison.

According to Hanyang, how did you come up with something so vivid?

Ziyu heard this: "I want to say that the big radish is made, believe it or not?" ”

Di Yi looked at Ziyu with an absolutely cold eye, fully indicating that he didn't believe it.

"That's right if you don't believe it, my housekeeping methods can tell you that the apprentices of the church starve to death the master, don't think about it." Ziyu waved his hand, and he was very mysterious towards the ground.

As soon as the ground turned around and left.

"Poof." Hanyang couldn't help but laugh.

Beiming Changfeng glanced at Ziyu, and there seemed to be a slight smile in the depths of his eyes.

Ziyu looked around leisurely, with a smug face.

Those methods of falsification were learned when she was keen to collect, and the comparison of light and shadow can make people feel alive visually, and the methods of making old ones are endless, and these skills are not good for people.

"Where are we going now?" Ziyu watched the North Wind lead their group in the direction of the dock.

"Go back to Shengjing." The Northern Wind spoke lightly.

Shengjing, the capital of the twenty-seven cities in the north of the town, the place where the king of the north of the town lived.

Ziyu's eyes suddenly turned twice, if she went to Shengjing with the Northern Shadow Changfeng, then the risk of being exposed would be too great.