Even if the "Zhu'er" girl was dull, when she met the Luoyang Mountain Chief who was doing the same thing, she faintly noticed that she was indeed a little different, and with her thoughtful performance, she finally confirmed her guess. It's just that she knows very well that she is like a green bird, seemingly self-conscious, but in fact, she has been trapped in this cage and cannot be freed, and it seems that she has the freedom that many sisters do not have, but in fact, she can only move around in this square inch.

Miss "Pearl" also knows very well that even this little freedom is very rare, so she knows very well what she should and should not do. At this time, when he saw the obviously extraordinary Taoist Zhou Quan, he smiled, his eyes flowed, but he secretly thought to himself, "Could this person be the hand that opened the birdcage?"

The Taoist is thoughtful, but the spiritual sense is relatively keen, so naturally he can't hear the expectations in Zhu'er's heart. Even if you really hear it, you probably won't really do anything, but you may have a good exchange with a few old guys, and maybe you can become a confidant with a similar smell.

Zhou Quan looked at the smiling "Zhu'er" girl, smelled the faint fragrance, only felt that the Lingtai was much clearer, and couldn't help nodding secretly, no wonder this girl could make Lao Xu unforgettable, and said that he would be able to recognize her at a glance. Zhou Quan came to this Yihong Mansion to see this "Zhu'er" girl, which is also Lao Xu's casual mention, hoping to see if this girl is doing well. Zhou Quan secretly thought to himself, if Lao Xu hadn't been beaten so badly, he wouldn't even be able to get out of bed, and he would have run back to Luoyang a long time ago. Of course, Zhou Quan's purpose here is for this girl, but the purpose of his trip to Luoyang is someone else, but he also has something to do with this girl, that is, Xu Qinghui, the young owner of the Xu family, the lord of Yihong Mansion.

Therefore, Zhou Quan only glanced at it slightly, and didn't really do anything, so he turned around and prepared to leave. It's not that Zhou Quan suddenly became a righteous gentleman, it's just that he can clearly see that visiting this girl is only part of this transaction, and it is related to his own small business, and this bit of professional ethics still needs to be had.

The old bustard and "Zhu'er" were both stunned, but they didn't expect that this person was about to turn around and leave after just a few glances, and looked at each other with some confusion. Seeing that the Taoist was about to walk out of the door, "Zhu'er" suddenly thought of something and hurriedly spoke: "Did Master Xu invite you here?

When the Taoist heard this, he only raised his eyebrows slightly and said that this girl was quite clever, but he didn't intend to answer, and continued to walk. But he heard "Zhu'er" continue to say urgently: "Xu Ye's disciple, my young owner Xu Qinghui was seriously injured by someone, do you know?"

Zhou Quan's footsteps paused, and he turned back in disbelief and asked, "Who are you saying again?"

"Zhu'er" also looked stunned when he saw this, but he didn't expect the Taoist to react so much, but he still said with some hesitation: "Xu Qinghui, Young Master Xu." ”

Zhou Quan's face suddenly changed, and he was a little angry, and said in his heart that this is the main owner of his own business, how could something happen, Lao Xu's bastard didn't say that the kid was just a small and transparent edge, and it should have nothing to do with the twists and turns in Luoyang City. Hurriedly flashed in front of Zhu'er, and asked eagerly: "How is the injury? Is it serious? No, since it is a serious injury, it is serious, how heavy is it? It will not die and warp, right?" Hurriedly asked, "Where is that kid?"

Zhu'er was already startled by the Taoist who was suddenly approached, and when she encountered this series of endless questions, she was a little stunned by the question, and instantly stuck. Seeing the Taoist's increasingly anxious gaze, he suddenly said: "I only heard that I don't know the severity of the injury, but it is said that I was rescued by the people of General Han's Mansion." ”

Zhou Quan got this answer and turned around eagerly to leave, but suddenly reflected that this General Han's mansion should be the mansion of the killer, and he couldn't help but secretly scream with a slight change in his face, "Bitter." It's just that at this time, I can only bite the bullet and go over, hoping that Han Ru can forget the little unpleasantness between the two of them before, and he has already begun to pinch the trick in his hand to calculate the location of the Han Mansion. It's just halfway through the calculation, and suddenly snorted, only to feel that there were gold stars in his eyes, two lines of blood flowed from his nose, and his chest was also stuffy for a while, which was faintly hurting the roots, and he even gave birth to a sense of facing great terror, and couldn't help but turn pale, "wow" and spit out a mouthful of blood, but he thought in horror in his heart: "Damn, which saint is counted? How can there be such a terrifying backlash." Deng Shi stopped the idea of going to investigate, joking about how dare to go up to make up such trouble, or wait and see for a while, but thinking about it, he forcibly suppressed the discomfort, but his eyes were blackened, so he took out a silver ticket and patted the bustard and said, Find me a quiet room, I want to recuperate.

The old bustard was slightly embarrassed to find a quiet room here, but it was Zhu'er who said: "Go to me, my place is very secluded, and few people come." The old bustard hurriedly smiled and nodded, looking at Zhou Quan's eyes, although his eyes had not changed, he was already secretly thinking in his heart, "This Taoist master looked at the fairy wind Dao bones, but the bones of this body are a little weak, how can he start vomiting blood as he speaks, which is really worrying." He glanced at Zhu'er again and said that he could toss lightly, and if he tossed a good one, it would be troublesome.

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"Why don't you just kill me?" He Ersan was a little miserable at this time, covered in blood, some demonic faces were a little pale at this time, there was a trace of blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his entire right arm was even drooping, looking as if he had been broken.

It's just that his expression is still a little lazy, and even a little joking, just like the tone when he said this, a little unconcerned, as if his miserable appearance does not exist at all.

He Ersan spat out a mouthful of blood and continued to say with a smile: "Why bother so much, it's really a little unhappy to be half-dead." ”

The white-clothed scribe on the opposite side didn't care, just said expressionlessly: "I just want you to understand that your master has changed, and the rules have naturally changed, don't do those small actions that shouldn't be." said that it was just a captivity, and whoever made you kill other people would have you suffer the same injury, and your memory would increase. ”

He Ersan shrugged his shoulders slightly and said helplessly: "Where is the killer, if I kill him at that time, it is as easy as I can kill him, I am just a little happy to see the hunting, we are trained to be killers, and we are not bodyguards to protect the hospital, who told that kid to die to protect the target." ”

The white-clothed scribe frowned slightly and looked at this little monster who had suffered all his means but did not say a word, and even showed a somewhat enjoyable expression, and couldn't help but snort coldly: "A beast is a beast, and it is really difficult to educate." ”

He Ersan grinned a little happily, but his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was already a trace of undetectable killing intent in his heart.

The scribe snorted coldly indifferently, flicked his sleeve casually, and a touch of ink appeared in the air, and then turned into a sharp blade, and stabbed He Ersan's chest with lightning speed, bringing it up and nailing it to the wall behind him. Then he said: "Do you want to kill me? Don't say that your realm is not enough, there is no water and qi here, and your ability is not one out of ten, so you can only let me concoct it." ”

The scribe's blow was already ruthless, hurting He Ersan's internal organs, He Ersan couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood, but his face did not change at all, and he said with a hint of fierceness in his smile: "There will always be a chance." ”

The scribe stopped after this blow, but he also knew in his heart that this monster had also reached the end of the crossbow, and if he continued to fight, he was afraid that he would really be killed, so he snorted coldly and turned away.

After the scribe left, He Ersan's somewhat lazy expression slowly put away, and with expressionless force, he pulled out the sharp blade that nailed himself to the wall. With the gradual force, the wound that was originally pierced expanded even more, and the blood splattered and seeped endlessly, but He Ersan ripped it off as if he didn't feel it, but the sharp blade flashed slightly after leaving the body, turning into a trace of residual talisman and disappearing.

He Ersan took out the wound medicine expressionlessly, took one internally, and applied it externally, and sorted it out for a while before he took a breath and stopped. In fact, I didn't feel any hatred or other thoughts in my heart, and crawled out of countless times of training and life and death that were countless times more tragic than this, and these tortures could hardly cause any emotional fluctuations to He Ersan. He Ersan just thought that if he had the opportunity, he would kill the scribe, not because of this torture, but because of the sentence "A beast is a beast" that made him have murderous intent.

He Ersan had shown a means far beyond Xu Qinghui's comprehension in his previous attacks, but in fact, his own realm was not high, and he had not yet broken through the upper realm, if strictly calculated, he should actually be regarded as a Taoist qi practitioner who practiced the Five Elements Technique.

The cultivation system of Qi Refiners is different from that of Martial Arts, and it is divided into twelve floors. However, it can also be simply divided into three realms, but each realm has four small realms, namely Qi training, foundation building, fusion, heartbeat, Jindan, Yuanying, out-of-body, distraction, integration, cave void, Mahayana, and the twelve-story building.

And He Ersan is actually just barely entering the peak of the middle realm of the distraction realm, but if you count his real age, it is actually not a little frightening than Xu Qinghui. It's just that this realm has forcibly overdrawn its potential in countless lives and deaths and catalyzed it by drugs, and it has already damaged its Dao foundation, but if it is alive, what is the foundation or something.

Even if He Ersan's true realm is not so high, but because of his extraordinary talent, his talent in water is extremely high, and he has some special talents, so although the white scribe didn't care about it on his face, he actually had some embankment in his heart, and it was the case that He Ersan was placed in this dry place without a trace of moisture. If He Ersan is really given an environment like the torrential rain that day, even an upper realm talisman like a scribe can try to kill.

He Ersan took care of the wounds on his body, and threw the medicine into the newly acquired storage bracelet, like a child with a novelty toy, smiling very happily thinking that it was really useful. He licked his lips with some annoyance and said, "This is a little troublesome, and there is one more reason to live, and please live longer." ”