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Although the sound of rain was dripping and the water vapor was foggy, wetting people's clothes and blocking people's vision, there were still many people who gathered towards Zishi Street because of the horrified screams of the princess.

Someone with an umbrella.

Someone was wearing a hat.

Someone was dressed in a robe.

Umbrellas, hats and robes were clustered together, like mushrooms emerging in the spring rain, and the "mushrooms" were shocked and speechless, with fear and regret, looking at the dark-skinned young man, his breathing gradually slowed down, and his body gradually became colder.

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At the highest place in Jingyanggang, someone set up a drawing board, holding a charcoal pen in his hand, sketching the whole picture of Yanggu County on the yellow rattan paper little by little, and the raindrops that fell were a few feet away from the top of his head, and they suddenly steamed into water vapor. Thousands of raindrops transpired into a fog that refused to disperse.

Wrapped in clouds and mist, the immortal warlock with a charcoal pen in his hand looked at the electric light on the yellow rattan paper that almost pierced the clouds.

The electric light trail on the yellow rattan paper slanted across the entire picture, looking so discordant and weird, like the traces left by the naughty boy tearing open the paper.

It is as if the lightning falls, tearing a painting into two paintings, and where the picture is cracked, it becomes two worlds. The old woman who sold tea on the side of the road handed out a bowl of sour plum soup, but the noble son who took the tea bowl on the other side of the road was holding an overflowing amount of arsenic.

The document signed by the magistrate of the Yamen was sent to the border state, but the prisoners on the road outside the yamen turned into the treacherous battlefield of life and death.

Even a bowl of delicious anchovy with bad oil turned into a different taste on both sides of the electric light.

The immortal warlock who painted this scenery frowned slightly: "The time and space around here have changed again. ”

Speaking of this, he threw away the charcoal in his hand and shouted in a low voice: "Since you have taken my employment money now, then of course you have to run for something, the aftermath of the change is on Zishi Street, Yanggu County, hurry up and get the suspect back." ”

With Wei Ye's shouting, a tiger roar faintly sounded in the wild forest of Jingyang Gangna!

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In front of the small teahouse, too many people had gathered, and even the officials of the county government had to rush over in oilcloth raincoats. People sighed and regretted that the young man who was about to die, but was very tenacious and had not died yet.

The accompanying man was a veteran of many years, looking at the scars on the man's chest and abdomen, and knew that they were slashes from a sharp blade. However, what surprised him was that such a rough chopping mark cut open the skin and flesh with extraordinary precision, making the wound as smooth as a mirror, leaving no trace of minced flesh.

This guy was about to tell this discovery to Li Wai, the head of the official who took the lead in coming to the scene, but he heard a tiger roar, which resounded throughout Yanggu County!

No one thought that in such a rain, a black and yellow shadow suddenly rushed over the walls and eaves of the street, and rushed past people's eyes, washing away clusters of mushroom circles composed of umbrellas and robes.

The colorful shadow fell on the gray wall, and a pair of golden tiger eyes stared at the face of the dying man.

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It is said that human beings are always extra awake when they return to the light before they die.

At this moment, Zhuoer felt that this must be his old useless and unreliable master, another extremely unreliable thing in his life.

It seemed that all the blood in his body was about to be drained, and at the moment when he was about to die, he saw a tiger.

His former hatred, his former concerns, and his former friends have all turned into a vague vista in the rain and mist, and only this tiger has stared at him with those eyes as beautiful as gold.

Is this probably the evidence that led his soul back to the embrace of God?

But he was not a devout believer, and there was no reason why there would be such a magnificent scene to lure him in, and it might be more likely to be replaced by those high-ranking high priests.

But his mind became more and more sluggish with the flow of blood, and before he closed his eyes, he saw only the tiger's mouth wide open, as if there was light and heat, enveloping him.

But for those who are about to die, it doesn't matter.

Drow muttered his friend's name in his mind, then closed his eyes.

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Holding up the target, the golden-eyed beastmaster silently glanced at the people around him, and then jumped onto the eaves of the side of the house. He sniffed the smell of cooking cakes in the humid air, and couldn't help but feel a little hungry, and thought to himself, this time he must let the guy who lived in the mountain temple treat himself well.

Regardless of the exclamations and strange screams on Zishi Street, a tiger shadow shuttled on the roofs of Yanggu County like lightning, and in a blink of an eye, it left the low city wall of the county town and went straight into the wild forest of Jingyanggang.

Outside the mountain temple in Jingyanggang, surrounded by a hazy mist, the immortal sorcerer in the bamboo crown Taoist costume played with the flames in the stone stove and watched the tongue of fire lick the bottom of the brass kettle.

At this moment, a colorful tiger, like a bear sandwiching the bud valley, used its forelimbs to clamp the young man who was about to die but was not yet dead, and stood on its hind legs like a human and walked into the mountain temple.

The tiger walked up to the fairman, stretched out his left front paw, and grasped the handle of the brass kettle like the palm of a human hand, and poured a pot of boiling mountain spring water on his head.

In the scattered steam room, a young face that Wei Ye was used to seeing was revealed: "Next time, don't pick a rainy day to send me out, the feeling of rain seeping into the fur is very uncomfortable!"