Within half an hour, more than half of the officers and soldiers patrolling the street had been reduced, and the portraits on the billboards had been removed, and He Ding was finally able to walk on the street with confidence. Most of the people passing by didn't pay too much attention to He Ding, because the big scar on his face was really scary, and occasionally a few people would peek at him a few times, point and whisper a few words, and then they would be scared away by He Ding's fierce eyes.

It was almost noon, and the sun above his head was also roasting He Ding was a little hot, He Ding touched his deflated stomach, and he didn't seem to have eaten much since he came down from Niuqi Mountain. Ever since he cultivated his True Qi, he had found that he could maintain the energy needed as a whole by eating a little every day, so he hadn't eaten for several days in a row, and He Ding only felt hungry now.

"I don't know when I will be able to reach the realm of Bigu?" He Ding thought about it, when he was in Niu Qi Mountain, the minotaur said that a strong person like An Zai'er had reached the realm where he didn't need to eat, but Yuanying was too far away for He Ding, and it was a realm that he couldn't imagine now.

"Eat something first, and then go and see if the prefectural order does what I say. He Ding thought about his next plan, so he began to look for restaurants on the street.

At noon, the street is the least crowded, except for He Ding, most of the pedestrians on the street wear oil-paper umbrellas to shade the sun, or hide in the shops on the street to enjoy the shade.

"Huh, why is this jade pendant bright?" He Ding suddenly noticed that the purple jade pendant on his waist had been shining brightly since just now, but the sunlight was too strong so he didn't notice it.

This purple jade pendant He Ding still didn't know what its specific range of action and light intensity represented, He Ding wanted to figure it out, but there was no cultivator to give him experiments.

"Is there a cultivator nearby......" He Ding began to be vigilant.

"Hey, you-" A hand slapped on He Ding's shoulder, He Ding was startled, and subconsciously turned around, only to see a red-haired boy half a head shorter than him was putting his shoulder.

The moment he saw the young man, He Ding was shocked again. Not to mention the piercing flame-colored hair, the young man had a pair of thick sword eyebrows and crimson eyes, smooth skin, and a rather delicate appearance. But most of all, a pair of tiny horns were born on his forehead!

"Is this still human?" He Ding secretly wondered.

"Is this the person in the painting?" the red-haired boy said unceremoniously, taking out the portrait at his waist and pointing to the person on the portrait.

The person on the portrait is He Ding, but He Ding naturally won't admit it at the moment.

"No, you recognized the wrong person. He Ding denied it, he looked down at the purple jade pendant on his waist, which continued to glow, and the brightness was much brighter than just now.

Could it be that he is a cultivator?" He Ding looked the red-haired boy up and down. This young man didn't look like an ordinary person no matter how he looked at it, so if he was a cultivator, He Ding wouldn't think it was too strange.

But how could a cultivator arrest a criminal with a wanted warrant? He Ding had only met a few cultivators in total, and he felt that they were not doing what cultivators did.

"Really?" the red-haired boy's eyes compared back and forth between the portrait and He Ding, "How do I feel like it's you?"

"You see, I have such a big scar on my face, and the person in this painting doesn't, so we're not the same person. He Ding lifted his bangs, revealing the terrifying scar.

"Oh~" The red-haired boy nodded as if he had suddenly realized. Seeing that he was fooled by himself, He Ding turned his head and left, wanting to get rid of this eccentric teenager quickly.

"You're stupid to me!" A loud roar erupted from behind him, and He Ding only felt a danger approaching, and before he could turn back, he felt that his body was tied up by something.

"The True Hell Dragon Yan Suo!"

He Ding looked down and saw a reddish rope spiraling up from his ankle, binding himself tightly from neck to toe. No matter how hard he tried, even if he urged the reckless bull's strength, he still couldn't break free of half a point.

"What is this?!" He Ding exclaimed.

"Hmph, a little hairy man in the middle of foundation building still dares to play tricks on me, is my dragon master a three-year-old child?" The red-haired young man put his hands behind his back, swaggered up to He Ding, and said with a smile. At this time, the movement of the two attracted pedestrians to stop and watch, and after seeing the horns on the young man's head, they retreated one after another.

"Let go of me!" He Ding struggled for a while, still unable to move.

"It's useless, this True Hell Dragon Yan Suo is my ancestral magic weapon, even if the Da Luo Immortal is bound, he can only be captured, and it is impossible for you to break free on your own. The red-haired boy smiled and looked at He Ding's struggle.

"Why did you hit the stubble again today...... This kid looks innocent, but he has such a powerful magic weapon, and his cultivation looks only higher than me, what should I do now?" He Ding quickly turned his brain.

"Obediently let Master Long, I go to receive the reward!"

The red-haired boy pulled the end of the True Hell Dragon Yan Suo, and was about to drag He Ding away.

"Wait a minute!" He Ding shouted.

"What are you doing?" the red-haired boy glared back at He Ding impatiently.

"You don't know that the yamen has taken down the wanted warrant, right? Even if you arrest me in the yamen now, you won't get the reward, so you might as well let me go now." He Ding smiled kindly.

"You want to lie to me again! Don't think that I won't dare to beat you when you're young, and if I don't give you some color, I really think that my Dragon Master is easy to deceive!" The young man was furious, and the hand holding Shen Suo was shocked, and He Ding immediately felt a strong electric current attacking, and he convulsed all over his body for a while, and was half dead by electricity.

Bursts of green smoke came out of He Ding's body, and a smell of burning came, and He Ding felt that the flesh on his body was almost scorched.

"Dare to ask this ...... Fellow Daoist, what do you want to do with the five hundred taels bounty?" He Ding didn't dare to offend this young man again, but he was afraid that he would be electrocuted again if he didn't pay attention to it, so he could only say respectfully. He Ding thought about it, and his purpose for catching himself was nothing more than the five hundred taels of silver, if he was short of money, Yang Chengfei had a lot of tips in his bag.

"What else can you do, eat!" replied the young man very bluntly.

This concise answer He Ding almost fell to the ground when he heard it, but fortunately, a young man pulled Shensuo so that he would not fall on the street. He Ding said in his heart that you are trying so hard to grab my feelings just for the sake of the silver reward! He Ding now has the urge to beat this young man, but he can't beat him, and he can't move himself.

"This fellow Daoist, since you want to eat with a bounty, I have a proposal. How about you let me go, how about I treat you to a big meal?" He Ding smiled.

"Really?" the young man's eyes lit up.

"I swear to the heavens, if there is half a lie, the sky will thunder. Although He Ding's hands were tied, he could still stretch out three fingers and point to the sky.

"Well, if you dare to lie to me, I'll shut your mouth next time. The red-haired young man shook Shen Suo's hand, and the True Hell Dragon Yan Suo on He Ding's body was like a living creature, circling around him a few times, quickly shortening into a red rope that was only three feet long, and returning to the young man's hand.

He Ding was relieved, it was really uncomfortable to be bound by the true prison dragon Yan Suo, the bare skin on his body was full of red rope marks, and the red rope was almost sinking into his flesh, and the rope marks were scorched black around them.

"This guy must not be provoked, maybe there are some powerful and strange magic weapons on his body that have not been used. He Ding secretly listed this young man as a dangerous person in his heart.

The two of them walked on the street for about half a pillar of incense, and He Ding stopped in front of a rather imposing-looking restaurant.

"Drunken Xiao Tower?" He Ding raised his head and read out a few big golden characters on the plaque, and exclaimed, "It's well written." ”

"Then we're eating, right?" He Ding looked back at the young man.

"It doesn't matter where you eat, Master Long, I just want to eat to my heart's content!" The young man was handsome, but he spoke like a bastard.

He Ding nodded and walked into this drunken building.

"Little Er, bring up all the delicious food you have here!" the two chose a relatively remote empty table and sat down, and He Ding shouted to the inner hall.

After a while, a lean junior ran out of the back kitchen and came to the table for two. The little second had a smiling face, but after seeing the horns on the young man's head and the scars on He Ding's face, he was slightly stunned, and asked with some apprehension, "Are the two guest officers sure they want to eat all the delicious food?"

He Ding hadn't eaten for a year, and all he ate in the cave was corpse entrails, and although he wasn't very hungry at this time, he couldn't wait to taste the delicious food of the world. He Ding took out a hundred taels of silver tickets from his bag and slapped it on the table, "What I have is money, you can serve us food!"

Anyway, this money will not be used in the future, and it will not be used in vain now.

Xiao Er's eyes straightened when he saw the silver ticket, and he immediately nodded to the two of them, "Wait a minute, two guest officers, I'll go and ask the back kitchen to do it!"

Maybe it's because of the silver ticket, the dish is very fast. In a few moments, the table was filled with all kinds of delicacies. He Ding and the young man drooled when they saw it, regardless of the appearance of eating, grabbing the fat roast goose with both hands and nibbling it indiscriminately.

After the storm passed, the table was already a mess. The people around were dumbfounded, and said in their hearts that these two people were reincarnated by starving ghosts, and they had eaten so much!

A foot-high plate was set up on the dining table, and the floor was covered with broken bones and leaves.

He Ding touched his round belly and burped like thunder. He looked at the young man, who was in a similar situation.

The red-haired young man's mouth was full of oil, and He Ding couldn't help but start looking at him. The boy's eyes were particularly good-looking, like a crimson jewel, exuding a faint red light. Further up, there was his flaming hair and horns, and if you looked at it from a distance, you thought it was on fire.

But how do people grow horns?

"What are you looking at?" the young man asked, noticing that He Ding was looking at him.

"Your horns. ”

"Why are you looking at my horns?"

"For I have no horns on my head, and no one else has horns in my head. ”

"I'm a dragon, and of course I have horns. ”

"Dragon, will you breathe fire?"

"No, it won't. ”

"Then how can you be considered a dragon?"

"My mother was a dragon, and of course I am a dragon. ”

"What about your father?"

"My father was a human being, listen to my mother. ”

"Then you're only a half-dragon. ”