One of the visitors was dressed in white, and the other was dressed in black, all with silver piping. The man in white has a white face and beard, his eyebrows and eyes are smiling, and he is amiable; the man in black has a purple square face, with angry eyebrows and angry eyes, and is not angry and arrogant. They are the two stewards who specialize in managing the security of Pingchao City without a wind gate, and are known as "black and white wind messengers".

"What's the fighting?" the black-clothed wind envoy had a cold face, and his voice seemed to have a chill in his voice.

He Wenxiang was emotional, like crazy, and screamed: "She killed my son, I want to avenge my son, revenge!"

It is not easy for a monk to have a son, and this husband and wife are also famous for spoiling their son in Pingchao City. Especially He Wenxiang, he is strong everywhere, he is one level higher than others, and he shows off his son and squeezes others.

The black and white wind envoys naturally knew Tang Sanbai's status in the minds of the Tang couple, but as deacons without wind gates, they wanted to understand the ins and outs of the matter.

The white-clothed envoy smiled: "Mrs. He doesn't need to be anxious, and explain things clearly, so that we can have a conclusion." ”

This was a high-sounding statement, but he already had a judgment in his heart: Tang Sanbai was a good person, he had hidden it from others, but he couldn't hide it from them. Someone once asserted that a habitual son is like a murderer, and this son is not good.

At the moment, it seems that this time it is kicked to the iron plate, and this board is not ordinary hard, and it is directly kicked and broken at one time.

From the perspective of the white-clothed wind envoy, I feel that it is not a bad thing to fold, this Tang Sanbai is too capable of causing trouble, and the windless door receives at least three reports from the girl's family every year, all of which are related to him. It's just that Tang Shaowei is very good at coming to things, and the He family has a bit of power in Wuxiaolou, so they can only turn a blind eye.

The initiator is this little girl, she is not very old, she is smart, no wonder Tang San is a white ghost. However, you can't look at people on the surface, such a delicate little girl is so ruthless and clean, it can be seen that she is also a character.

If Lu Mi can read minds, knowing what he thinks in his heart, he can't help but be angry.

"My son is here, what else is there to say, little slut takes his life. As he spoke, he rubbed himself again and pounced.

"No air gate is here, who dares to be presumptuous. The Black Wind Emissary stepped forward, his eyebrows widened, and his sleeves were windless.

He Wenxiang's forward trend suddenly stopped, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face turned pale.

"It's clumsy and out of proportion, and I ask the wind envoy not to be surprised. But if this woman kills my son, if she is not broken into ten thousand pieces, how can she be worthy of my child who died in vain? Tang Shaowei choked with tears.

The couple kept saying that they wanted to avenge the murder of their son, but they couldn't say a word, Rao is white-clothed style makes him have a good temper, and he doesn't have so much patience to entangle with them.

"You say. The white-clothed wind envoy directly named Meng Yizhu, they just saw Meng Yizhuan fighting with the Tang couple, and knew that he was also one of the participants in the incident. Moreover, although Meng Yigang is old, his eyes are clear and his aura is clear, which shows that he is a decent person.

"Yes, Windbringer. Meng Yipole respectfully saluted the two wind envoys, and briefly told the ins and outs of the matter. Of course, he consciously hid the scene of whipping Tang Sanbai in the fish market, so that when he heard it, Tang Sanbai saw the color, sent someone to snatch the beauty, and smashed the window of Mengxian Tower for no reason.

In this case, it is reasonable for the other party to come to the door to ask for an explanation. The black and white wind envoys glanced at each other, and they both saw two unlucky masked men who were tied up and thrown on the side of the street. They are not familiar with these two people, but how could the black and white wind envoy not know each other, and He Wenxiang's right-hand man. It seems that even if the Meng family is not ten, it is seven.

"From this point of view, Tang Gongzi's death was really a mistake, and it was inevitable that he would be killed or injured in the fight, and you and I monks were ready to die at any time from the day we set foot on the avenue. Xu is the noble son is destined to have this catastrophe, which is a pity. The white-clothed wind envoy shook his head and said regretfully.

Tang Shaowei was almost so angry when he heard this, this is a good thing to say, doesn't it mean that his son deserves to die? But the other party's wind envoy looks like he has no wind door, but without a certain strength, how can such a large Pingchao City be safe and orderly.

You must know that Pingchao City, which the windless gate leans on, is the largest sea city in Yuanzhou, where there are many sea beasts, and the resources available for monks to cultivate are also rich in wind fields, and many monks flock to it. When the number of monks is concentrated to a certain extent, there will be more high-ranking monks, and if you want more resources, you must have more power.

Therefore, as the windless gate that covers the sky with one hand in Pingchao City, that is, the outer miscellaneous servants must have a base period, and if they want to enter the inner gate to become a deacon, the wind envoy is at least the cultivation of the Ning Dan period.

Although He Wenxiang's thoughts were confused, she was shrewd, and of course she also heard the meaning of the white-clothed wind envoy. It's just that she is used to being domineering, and she never knows what it means to be low-voiced, and as soon as the white-clothed wind envoy's voice fell, she jumped up and beckoned to the white-clothed wind envoy's face with one paw.

"Ah Xiang, no!" Tang Shaowei exclaimed.

The white-clothed wind envoy wrinkled his eyebrows, his body flashed, and he avoided He Wenxiang's attack. I didn't see any movement from him, I heard a slight "click" sound, and then He Wenxiang screamed, his right wrist hung down softly, and when he took a step back, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

Tang Shaowei hurriedly caught his fallen wife, and the black-clothed wind swept through his eyes, making him feel a chill down his spine, and a chill went down from top to bottom.

The white-clothed wind envoy sneered: "Let's not care about her loss of her son and loss of mind, if there is a next time, it will not be a hand." ”

Tang Shaowei was dripping with cold sweat on his forehead, and he only promised: "Yes, yes, the wind makes me, I'm sorry." "In the face of absolute strength, no verbal trickery can succeed.

"Hmph. The white-clothed wind envoy snorted coldly, walked up to Lu Qiqi, and said in a harmonious voice: "Little girl, this matter started because of you, how do you say to solve it?"

Lu Mi, who had not yet recovered from his mentality of killing people, looked up at him blankly, and said for a while: "I didn't know that he was down there, so I really didn't intentionally kill him." ”

"I know that this is really his life, but as parents, the Tang couple can't comfort them with compensation for the loss of their beloved son, right?" said the white-clothed wind.

"Is it okay?" Lu Qiqi was seriously rejuvenated, can he still compensate for killing someone?

The white-clothed wind envoy said with a smile: "According to the regulations of Pingchao City, the murderer needs to pay his family 100,000 spirit stones, or seal his spiritual energy, and enter his home as a slave for ten years. ”

In other words, either she paid 50,000 spirit stones to the Tang family and his wife, or she appointed herself Lingqi to their family as a slave for five years. But looking at the Tang couple's desperate posture, Lu Mi was very skeptical that he would seal the aura with his front foot, and his back foot would be beaten to death by them with one palm. But 50,000 spirit stones, such a huge amount of money, she can't take out even five pieces.

"Of course, during your time as a slave, the windless door will ensure that you do not have to worry about your life. The white-clothed wind said.

Well, there is no fear of life, but being beaten and scolded and tortured is unavoidable. If it weren't for the fact that he was about to be unlucky, Lu Qiqi felt that this method was still more fair and fair, not only punishing the prisoner, but also compensating the family.

But the problem is that she has no money, no time, and she is still in Tianquan Pavilion, and she doesn't know whether she is alive or dead. If she had been a slave for five years, Cao Cao would have been killed by the people of Tianquan Pavilion a long time ago. I knew that as soon as I went ashore, I would directly inquire about the route to Tianquan Pavilion, and I left early, so there would be no such things, what should I do now?