Yang Qianming nodded in understanding, and after chatting with the demon god about some innocuous words, he got up and flew out of the pit.

When he came to the sky above and saw that the soldiers below were normal, Yang Qianming rushed towards the east of the Changtian Continent.

What he has to do now is to find the two Tianlun who escaped with Zhang Ruoxue.

But two days have passed, how can Yang Qianming know where Tianlun will go with Zhang Ruoxue.

Heading to the northeast of the Xianglong Territory, in a village and town two days away from Fukang City in the territory of the Yunhai Empire.

After two days and two nights of rain, the rain finally stopped, the dark clouds put on new white clothes again, and the scorching sun began to shine again, the Changtian Continent, which carried all living things.

The streets were deserted, and people started a new day, with the cries of all kinds of shops and the soldiers in full armor patrolling in a row.

In an inn, in the first-class room, Tianlun carefully fed the sleeping beauty in front of him a liquid diet.

Tian Lun, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, used the hand that was originally holding a sharp blade to hold a soup spoon from the porcelain bowl to hold the finely ground rice porridge, and then carefully put it to his mouth and blew it a few times.

When he felt that the rice porridge in the soup spoon was not so hot, Tianlun dared to feed it to the mouth of the beautiful woman with her lips closed.

The woman lying on the bed is Zhang Ruoxue, a rich lady whose family is ruined, and Zhang Ruoxue has been unconscious since she blocked the killer's bone technique attack for Yang Qianming.

And Tianlun was ordered by Yang Qianming to flee with Zhang Ruoxue all the way here, and even where Dugu Dark Xiang went, Tianlun didn't know.

"I've been waiting for two days, but there is still no news from the young master and dark incense. Alas, what should I do next?" Tianlun said with a sigh while wiping Zhang Ruoxue's lips with a tissue.

It is Tianlun in the early stage of the Martial Saint, and he is ready to return to the Shura Gate headquarters at any time. He was going to wait for a day, if there was no news of Yang Qianming and the two, he could only take Zhang Ruoxue back to the Shura Gate together.

At the same time, in Yuanshui City, in the city lord's mansion.

Nado got up from his seat and asked with a look of disbelief: "The mission failed? How is it possible, the Purgatory Gate is on a par with the strongest Shura Gate in the killer organization, and it can't deal with a small martial saint?"

The messenger, who was on his knees, nodded and said, "My lord, from what our spies have seen, it is true. ”

Biang stepped forward a few steps at this time, looked at Nado and said in a deep voice: "Lord City Lord, since this is the case, why don't you notify the City Lord of Fukang City, Rongwei, capture this kid, and send him here again." ”

"My lord, something has also happened in Fukang City, the Lord of Rongwei City and the Deputy City Lord have disappeared, and it is said that the Emperor of the Yunhai Empire is preparing to send a city lord to Fukang City to take office. The messenger babbled.

After learning the truth, Nado and Bion glanced at each other,

"We must get to an end to this matter as soon as possible, or it will reach the Emperor, and you and I will lose our lives!" Nado continued, "It seems that only my grandson will do it himself." ”

"Are you referring to Na Tianming, who is now serving in the Inquisition?" a flash of excitement flashed in Bion's eyes.

Hearing Biang's question, Nado, who was pacing back and forth, said bluntly: "At this time, if I don't let my grandson go out, I'm afraid I won't be able to win Yang Qianming." ”

"It's just that Tianming is in the trial court, is it convenient for Yang Qianming to do it?" asked Biang with some concern.

Nado waved his hand and said with a bright smile: "Hey, did you see us? The Inquisition is not much better than us, to be honest, everyone is the same." After a pause, Nado continued: "I will write a letter and send it to my grandson." ”

"Then hurry up, Yang Qianming will be punished one day later, and I will have one more day of worry. Biang has been almost in a panic these days, and Yang Qianming's big stone is really weighing him down.

After half a day's journey, Yang Qianming finally found a village and town. Looking at the gate of the town with "Decoding Town" written on the city wall, Yang Qianming walked slowly towards the town.

As soon as he walked to the center of the town, a young man with short black hair ran straight towards Yang Qianming.

Unable to dodge, Yang Qianming let him bump into his arms, during which a pair of soft things stuck to Yang Qianming's chest, making him feel a strange feeling in his heart.

"Ahh

Stopping to look at the young man in front of him, Yang Qianming said slightly angrily: "Obviously, you bumped into it first, right?"

The young man pouted and said with a ruffian: "Yes, the young master is in a good mood today, I don't have the same knowledge as you, remember to walk for me to be careful next time." ”

The unknown Yang Qianming didn't slow down for a long time, and by the time he reacted, the young man had long since disappeared.

Yang Qianming, who was helpless, could only suppress this nameless fire, and enlightened himself not to see such a person.

found an inn on the side of the road, Yang Qianming was very thirsty, so he went in and drank two cups.

Under the warm greeting of the shopkeeper, Yang Qianming sat by the window on the second floor, and looked out through the wooden window, so that he could see the general outline of the town.

Zhang Ruoxue, I don't know how you are sick. Yang Qianming's eyes were straight, and he looked at the pedestrians hurrying by on the street outside the window in a daze, and he was a little thoughtful for a while.

There is also Lan Mei'er's illness, Yang Qianming knows that on the way to Longyu City, he can pass by the Sunset Forest, as long as he gets Lan Lingzhi, Yang Qianming is ready to send it to the purgatory gate first.

"Guest officer, the sauce beef you wanted, and the burning knife. The shopkeeper held a stall of wine in one hand, and a plate of fragrant sauce beef in the other hand, which was neatly placed on the table one by one.

With his eyes retracted from the outside, Yang Qianming nodded at the shopkeeper, then picked up the chopsticks and prepared to start.

I have to say that the sauce beef made by this inn is still very authentic, and it is easy to chew in the mouth, and after swallowing, the authentic sauce meat fragrance lingers in the mouth for a long time, and it also has the peculiar effect of quenching thirst.

After Yang Qianming ate several pieces with relish, he was willing to put down the chopsticks, then picked up the wine jar, rubbed his fingers, and Yang Qianming slapped the mud cover off from the mouth of the altar.

Holding the wine jar in one hand, Yang Qianming poured the fragrant liquor into a large porcelain bowl.

After many times his hands were stained with blood, Yang Qianming chose to use wine to anesthetize. Gradually, Yang Qianming got used to this trance-like feeling, although he could use the divine power and demonic power in his body to expel the wine from his body.

But Yang Qianming, who liked this feeling, did not choose to do so, since he drank it, he would definitely get drunk. The more you drink, the more sober you become, what's the point of drinking this wine?

As a killer, Yang Qianming's hands don't know how many lives he has taken. Although these people are all serious criminals, the undead are also undead after all, and the murderous aura is still deep.

Now, Yang Qianming just kept repeating the action of pouring wine, drinking, and continuing to pour wine. In just a moment, most of the jar full of liquor has gone, and there is still a lot of fragrant sauce beef left.

Although his consciousness was clear, Yang Qianming still felt the feeling of drunken head swelling, and he held the corner of the table with both hands, and Yang Qianming was so quietly stunned.

has had enough of the life of swords and blood, and now such tranquility is what Yang Qianming wants.

"You little thief, hand over the silver to me! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will pick your skin!" Suddenly there was a commotion, which made Yang Qianming, who was originally dizzy, immediately sober up a lot.

Looking back, Yang Qianming looked in the direction of the noise, and saw three or four middle-aged men in gorgeous costumes, surrounded by a thin figure in the middle, chattering endlessly.

"Why don't you believe me, although I am poor, I am not poor!" The thin young man kept explaining to these people, but no one believed him for a long time, and even the crowd watching the excitement next to him was whispering.

As soon as he heard that the thin young man still did not admit it, one of the middle-aged men said disdainfully: "Little thief, you are still poor, so why did you steal my silver taels?

"Stop!" a cold shout suddenly came out, and then I saw a man in a corset military uniform come forward, looked at everyone and asked, "You keep saying that he stole your money, but do you have any evidence?"

When one of the middle-aged men heard his question, he immediately said angrily: "Hmph! If he didn't steal a few of our money, why should we have the same knowledge as this begging man?"

"That's right, don't you think a few of us are idle, and we can't find this flower for entertainment?" Another middle-aged man also said angrily.

Hearing several middle-aged people say that they want Hanako, the thin boy immediately retorted angrily: "I'm not asking for Hanako, please be respectful." ”

Yang Qianming, who was watching from the side, suddenly had a sense of interest, the thin young man in front of him was quite interesting, but the more Yang Qianming looked at him, the more familiar he felt, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"Look at your poor and sour appearance, what are you not asking for food, don't quibble, hurry up and return our money to us!" the middle-aged man continued to denounce.

The thin boy shook his head continuously: "I didn't steal money, why don't you believe it?"

After hearing the thin boy's question, one of the middle-aged men nodded and said, "You said you didn't steal money, right, and we won't wronged you, so you let us search if you have any money on you." ”

"Yes, if we can't find you on you, then we will immediately admit that we have wronged you and apologize to you. ”

"If you really can't do it, we can pay you money, what do you think? Do you dare to let us search it?"

The five middle-aged men surrounded the thin boy and asked, and the man in a military uniform frowned and said, "A few big men, it's a little inappropriate to bully a teenager like this, right?"

"What are you doing, what's your business, where are you going to stay with me, you always help him talk, could it be that you are his accomplice?" a strong man questioned, showing off his muscular figure.

On the second floor, there are more and more people gathered here, and the shopkeeper and the owner kept evacuating the crowd, and negotiated with them to let them leave the inn as soon as possible and go outside to solve the problem.

But it was rejected by a few middle-aged people, they were all children of wealthy families, and the owner didn't dare to offend too much, so he had to retreat stupidly.

"Are you talking to me?" The man in the martial suit instantly released the breath of his whole body, and a huge wave of wisdom power shook the audience.

Yang Qianming, who was watching from afar, saw his momentum, and immediately muttered in surprise: "Emperor Mid-Stage!"

The man in the martial uniform turned out to be a strong man in the middle of the emperor's period, but such a strong man appeared in this small inn, which Yang Qianming never expected.