Mo Chen was relieved of Jiuluo's current ability.

Sometimes, the way to make a person grow quickly is not to teach her how to do it by hand, but to let her go by herself, to experience, and to understand. Only by personally experienced, struggled, worked hard, failed, suffered, and hurt, can we truly become stronger.

Jiuluo broke up with Mochen and summoned Sam Xiaoqi in a secluded place.

The first time Shen Xiaoqi came to Wuji Desert City, he jumped up and down excitedly. After Jiu Luo explained what he wanted to do, he begged Jiu Luo to stay here for a while after finishing his work, and Jiu Luo agreed.

Shen Xiaoqi went to run errands, Jiuluo felt that it was boring to stay alone, and he needed to find something to distract him.

Without ink dust, she couldn't hide herself, so she could only cover her face with a cyan scarf, and her clothes were changed into cyan clothes, and she went back to the alley last night according to the route in her memory.

When you meet pedestrians on the road, you pass by casually.

The townspeople had forgotten who the woman in red was who almost burned down the city on the street yesterday. Everyone continues to live their own life according to their own life trajectory.

Jiuluo put his mind at ease.

She always felt that the old woman and the little boy who saved her and Mochen last night were strange.

She really wanted to know that the Heavenly Realm was dedicated to the poison against Tianzun, and she could easily solve it with a bowl of porridge from an old woman?

Is the Jade Emperor's medicine too bad or the old woman's medical skills are superb?

Or for some other reason, she always felt that the old woman was somewhat familiar.

Since she can't ask the reason for Mo Chen, she can directly ask the person concerned.

I stood outside the fence and knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered, and there was nothing in the yard except the big tree that Xiao Xi snuggled into.

Jiu Luo climbed in from the fence wall and pushed open the door, the furnishings inside were still the same, but there was no figure of the grandfather and grandson, just like the outside, empty.

Jiuluo guessed that maybe the grandparents and grandchildren went to the street to buy something, so they simply waited. She looked at the bed where Mochen had been lying last night, pursed her lips and sat lightly on the edge of the bed.

I wonder what Mochen is doing now?

What are you trying to do to avoid yourself, and what are you hiding from yourself?

What about the Spiritual Song and the Monsters?

The Lord's Mansion, in front of the ruins.

Feng Banyuan looked at his inner hall unrecognizable in distress, and someone came to report before he could breathe.

"Oh no, the city lord, the casino in the east of the city was smashed. The money was taken away. ”

"There are people who dare to come to Wuji Desert City to make trouble, and they don't want to get out alive. Who did it?"

"No, no, no. ”

"What? Didn't you see it? A group of people didn't see who committed the murder? Are you stupid? You smashed the store and robbed the money, and you didn't even know who did it? Didn't the lord of this city already give you permission, what about your spiritual power? Let the dogs eat it? Do you want to go to Wubo Island to taste the taste of exile?"

Feng Banyuan's face turned blue with anger, and his always gentle and elegant image was distorted and deformed because he was extremely angry but could not find an outlet to vent.

It was the first time for the attendants to see the city lord have such a big temper, and they held their breath and did not dare to breathe. for fear of accidentally annoying her and burning herself.

The attendant who reported the news had his fingers dug into the mud.

They're wronged, too. was robbed inexplicably, not to mention, he was beaten up, and the enemy family was not found. They also wanted to know who had done such a immoral thing.

Didn't the city lord himself be teased?

I heard that he was almost burned to death. No wonder it's so angry.

The attendants bowed their heads and waited for the next instruction from the city lord.

Suddenly, someone came to report: "It's not good, it's not good, something is wrong." ”

Feng Banyuan's brows furrowed, and his temples suddenly ached: "What did you say? What's going on?"

Seeing her ugly face, the attendant stammered and reported, "Report to the city lord, all the money stakes in the city have been robbed." We've become poor. ”