The teleportation array stopped.

The steward, as usual, lazily pulled out the wooden fence of the small window, stuck his head out, and shouted inside: "The border has arrived." Everybody's out of here!"

After shouting, he retracted his head, gave a clean "hula", closed the wooden fence, and no longer cared about the outside business.

The vast majority of those who took this port were casual cultivators from the previous settlements. One is poorer than the other, and they are all stingy, and they are even more picky than iron roosters. He has been a steward here for more than two years, and he can get a little oil and water. Therefore, out of sight is pure, and he is too lazy to take care of these people.

"Let's go!" Master Yu Kun frowned slightly and waved his hand.

That is, you can't reveal your true identity today, otherwise, if you dare to call him like this, the ant outside has died a few times.

The disciples silently gathered around him and behind him, like stars and moons, hugging him out of the door.

The steward waited in the room for a while, but did not hear footsteps outside, so he was not annoyed.

These poor ghosts, who are grinding in it, have not yet come out. Do you want me to invite the master personally!

If they don't come out of the teleportation room, he won't be able to restore the teleportation array. Then, the previous port can no longer be started...... That's one of the reasons why he's complaining: there's nothing to do here. But this port is different from other places, no matter how many people take it, from the beginning of the morning to the end of the evening, it must be activated every half hour. Elsewhere, at least ten people must be gathered before it can be started. Because of this unwritten rule, he worked more than ten times as much every day as elsewhere, but he didn't make an extra profit.

"When the deadline here expires, Lao Tzu must change places......" he muttered as he got up from his rocking chair and resigned himself to the room to clear the field in the next teleportation room.

I didn't want to, but when I got to the teleportation room, it was empty, and there was no one in sight.

It turned out that I had sent an empty one over.

He's been here for more than two years, and it's not unheard of in the air teleportation. Every three months, there will always be one or two empty ones. He wasn't surprised.

Scratching his head, he pulled the token out of his storage bag and attached it to the white ball at the top of the teleportation column.

The latter was originally lit, like a night pearl the size of an egg yolk. When the token is attached, the milky white light is completely restrained, and it becomes translucent.

The steward took the token, turned around, and walked back slowly.

As soon as he left the teleportation room, a strong wind wrapped in yellow sand suddenly blew in from outside.

The steward was caught off guard, was blown squarely, his eyes were dark, he fluttered, fell to the ground on his back, and passed out.

I don't know how long it took. He finally woke up. Before I opened my eyes, I just felt a burning pain on my face.

Before he could react, his jaw ached violently, as if he was pinched by something, and pulled it up.

He snorted and struggled to open his eyes.

Suddenly, an enlarged face appeared in front of him.

Angry, unfamiliar ......

The fishy sweetness in his throat scurried, and he instinctively opened his mouth wide.

"Poof!"

Blood foamed all over that face.

"Presumptuous......" The hand that clamped his chin let go, wrapped in the strong wind, and beckoned to his face.

Dead! Dead...... Only then did the steward come back to his senses, and there was only despair in his heart about what he had just done.

"Stop!"

In the midst of the lightning, he heard a majestic voice.

The hand stopped less than half an inch from his face.

But the strong wind it was carrying did not stop, hitting his right cheek with a "bang" sound.

There was a burst of Venus chaos in front of me.

Half of his face was numb, and he lost consciousness.

The hot fishy sweetness welled up between his lips and teeth again.

"Wow-" He grinned involuntarily and spat out a mouthful of sticky blood.

At the same time, he finally figured out what was happening to him, and tears flowed out.

What a real disaster from the sky!

Woo woo, I got up early and was greedy here for two years, and I didn't get a little oil and water, not to mention, I was robbed!

"Rao Mi (Life) ......"

As soon as he made a sound, he found that his mouth was leaking everywhere.

Before he could feel sorry for his good teeth, he found that his vision had narrowed significantly.

It's a swollen eye!

The steward simply closed his eyes, and continued to cry with tears and snot: "Throw (people) to spare rice......"

As the sole steward of this port, his life has been linked to the teleportation array since his first day of duty here. Once he is dead, the port cannot be reactivated until a new steward is dispatched.

In this way, Xianmen immediately knew that something had happened to him.

Those who dare to kill the Xianmen are openly enemies of the Xianmen.

And looking at the entire border, the people and forces that dare to be openly hostile to the Xianmen have not yet appeared.

Yes, he didn't worry about losing his life today.

But it is inevitable that the wealth will be ruined.

This is equivalent to taking most of his life.

He can't resist, so he can only admit it, but it's human nature to cry for most of his life......

"Shut up!" the blue-robed young man who was foamed at the blood on his face didn't care to wipe his face, and scolded sharply.

How dare the steward not listen? This rebuke is better than directly jamming his neck. He was immediately silent, glancing at the scene through his swollen gaze, which was only a slit.

Good news!

He was in the hall outside the teleporter.

There is also bad news.

According to his experience, there were four people who kidnapped him. The two men were like a wooden stake, holding him firmly, so that he could not move. The other two, one is a blue robe that has been covered with blood by him, and the other is dressed in a snow-blue robe, and his face is also very young. These people are all higher in cultivation than him, and their clothes and bearing are all good, not like casual cultivation, but more like ...... It's the people of Yujin Gate!

It was as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, and his mind went blank.

Seeing his appearance, the young man in the snow-blue robe snorted coldly from his nose: "These tricks still work, not paper lanterns." ”

The steward came back to his senses, and he was so frightened that he was like a sifting chaff, and he trembled - no one dared to kill the steward of the Xianmen on the border, but in the eyes of the people of Yujinmen, killing a small steward of the Xianmen was not a problem at all, and it was no different from pinching an ant to death.

"Rao Mi! throw Rao Mi...... "He was really scared this time."

The young man in the snow-blue robe frowned slightly, and looked at it with a cool look.

That look was like the top of a mountain. The steward couldn't even breathe, let alone shout loudly.

Suddenly, it was quiet again.

Fortunately, when the man saw that he had stopped talking, he withdrew his gaze.

The weight then went away.

At this time, the blue robe that was covered with blood foam on his face had already been cleaned up with the dust removal technique. He stood one step away and said with a calm face: "Whatever the master asks you, you will answer honestly." If there is a false word, the Lord will skin you alive. Do you understand?"

"Yes, understood, little one understood!" the steward nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

The blue robe asked, "It's about three o'clock today, what's wrong with you here?"

The steward thought about it carefully and shook his head: "There is no ...... wipe."

Before the words fell, the blue-robed man reprimanded again: "Nonsense!"

There was obviously coercion in this voice, and the two words were comparable to two thunderbolts falling on his ears.

His ears were buzzing, and the steward's body was weak. That is, he has been held by the other two disciples of the Jade Jin Sect, otherwise, he must have been lying on the ground.

However, this time also reminded him.

"Yes!" he cried out in fright, "it must have been that time, and the little one picked up the empty one." When they came out, a wind blew outside, and the little one didn't know anything. ”

The mouth is fast, and the wind doesn't leak.

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