It rained for a day and a night and stopped before dawn. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe wind blew the clouds in the sky, and a ray of dawn spread from the clouds in the east, pushing open the ancient gate of Duxian City, paving into the streets and alleys, and trembling slightly in the morning breeze with the fine willows all over the city. The doors sounded, the smoke rose, more and more people took to the streets, and the sound of horses' hooves and wheels becoming more and more intense. A lame beggar got up from under the eaves, carrying a broken stick and a broken bowl, to beg for some breakfast, but when he turned his head, he found a man lying in the middle of the street.

It was a black-faced man, and he had been wandering around here last night, and he was as stunned as if he had something sad, and he did not respond to him, and when the beggar went to sleep, he was still walking slowly and stupidly in the rain, and now he was lying on the ground. The ground that has just rained is very humid, and people who lie down in the middle of the night must be sick. The beggar was about to go over and call him up, but at this time there was a roaring sound of horses' hooves approaching rapidly, and several horses galloped towards the morning light, and the shouts of "Get out of the way!" also came abruptly with the sound of hooves, and the next moment, the horse's legs trampled over like a forest, and blood burst out, and the man under the horse's legs raised his head, but was trampled to the ground by the horse's hooves. Someone scolded in the chaos of hooves, but the scolding and hooves did not stop for a moment.

The man on the street remained motionless as before, but his head, face and limbs were bloodied.

The beggar opened his mouth and wanted to call someone, but was frightened by a woman's scream from the other side. The woman, who had just come out of the door with a basket on her shoulder, ran back to the courtyard in a panic and closed the door, followed by the sound of pulling the deadbolt. The beggar suddenly felt that he should stay away, but he could not be wronged and killed, so he hurriedly limped away with his stick. Behind him, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, getting closer and slower. He couldn't help but look back again, and a white horse carrying a teenager stopped in front of the corpse.

Su Yu grabbed the reins of the horse and leaned down, frowning slightly.

The black-faced man on the ground he had seen before, and he was one of the two people who had invited him to go with him yesterday. He looked like he had been trampled to death by a chaotic horse, but it was clear that things could not be that simple. How could a normal person be trampled on in the middle of the road? Not to mention that he is still a cultivator. Now that he is dead here, where is that short man? Thinking of the strangeness in this person's expression yesterday, Su Yu seemed to vaguely grasp some clues. Looking up, there was no one nearby. He raised his head and threw out a black spiral, curling up the other person's soul and retracting it. When the soul entered the Hades space, his consciousness chased him over and wanted to communicate with him, but found that the other party's consciousness had already collapsed. He couldn't help but frown again.

It's a weird thing. The soul of the monk is guarded by the remnants of star power, and it exists for a long time, and if it can be collected early, the consciousness can also be preserved intact. On the contrary, because of this, Su Yu had to spend some effort to erase the consciousness of the three souls collected on the road. Zhang Yao felt that they were too noisy, and since people were killed, there was really no need to extend their lives in the form of souls. But now this man should have just died, and his consciousness should never collapse so quickly, it seems that he may have lost consciousness before he died. Only in this way will people be allowed to trample on horses.

Thinking of this, Su Yu's heart moved, and a few points of light lit up on the hazy humanoid in the Hades space, which were basically extremely faint planetary seeds that had not been lit. Regardless of whether the points are lit or not, the light points of a normal soul in this world should be ten, but this soul is only eight. Su Yu counted it, there was no sun, and there was no Mercury. In other words, the soul has long been mutilated, and two important parts have been gouged out. Su Yu couldn't help but be shocked.

In principle, the power to manipulate souls should be exclusive to Pluto, and the people of this world cannot have the ability of Hades without the seed of Hades. What's more, Su Yu's manipulation is limited to the soul of a person after death, and he has no means to break the soul before his death. If such a person really exists, he is undoubtedly a great enemy he has never seen.

Could it be the short man, at least for now, he was the most suspicious, or he must know something. So where is he?

Su Yu rode on the horse and closed his eyes, expanding his Void Heart Realm to the greatest extent, the power of the moon close to the five spins allowed him to easily spread out a large circle with a radius of eight hundred meters, the streets, alleys, inns, households, and shops were quietly shrouded by his astral skills, within the Heart Realm, all the buildings were flattened and disappeared, only hundreds of distorted images formed a strange and dark forest, but unfortunately there was no trace of a cultivator in it.

That's gone. Gone to the sand water?

After a while, Su Yu opened his eyes again, and with a wave of his hand, he moved the corpse lying in the middle of the street to the side of the road, so as not to continue to bear the trampling of the car after the other party died. Then he patted the horse's back and chased forward.

White horses gallop through the streets of the town, and a crane flies through the clouds above the town. This crane has white feathers and a red top, its wings are spread, more than six meters, and it travels as fast as lightning between the clouds and mist. There was a person on the crane's back, but this person was not riding on the crane's back, but lying on Erlang's legs on all fours. In the whistling wind, a five-tone Jiangnan minor tune was hummed out in all directions.

"Your Highness!" a little girl's milky voice sounded, but it was Xianhe who suddenly spoke, "That, the little boy is hungry, can you take a rest?"

"No, you can't. The minor key was interrupted abruptly, and a lazy voice replied, "I just bought you ten marshmallows before I left, and I have only flown for a quarter of an hour, and I am guilty of gluttoniasis again." This prince summoned you to hurry up, first send this prince to Shashui, and everything else is easy to say. ”

"However, my stomach is really hungry, and it happens to be a city below, and the child smells the fragrance of fried dough sticks, as well as tofu brain, sweet fried cake, red dates and millet porridge, ......"

“......”

“...... In fact, the child doesn't like to eat fried cakes, the greasy is too big, and too sweet, so sweet that people want to vomit, and after eating, they will have no appetite for several days, and they don't want to eat again, Your Highness, you must not buy me fried cakes to eat, otherwise I will never be hungry again when I fly with you on my back. ...... Your Highness?

An even snoring sound came from the crane's back.

"Alas......" the crane's head hung helplessly. The clouds and mist flew back like a veil, and the small town with a big palm below was quickly left behind, and in the meantime, countless fried sweet and crispy fried cakes were jumping up from the oil pot, as if beckoning to it and shouting: "Come eat me, come eat me!" So a string of saliva fell from the clouds and fell on the heads of the people who ate the fried cakes in front of the breakfast stall, causing a group of people to look up at the sky: "It's raining again?" And the crane in the clouds flapped its wings far away, and only His Royal Highness the prince who was sleeping on the crane's back dropped a few undisciplined dreams: "...... Belle!...... Wine!...... Hehehehehe......"

Half an hour later, in the bustling streets of Shashui City, the third prince Ji Xingkong swaggered in front with a folding fan, and a pair of eyes swept around the girls. A little girl with a double bun followed him, her little face was chubby and cute, her dark eyes were staring at the vendor selling sugar gourds, one little hand was in her mouth and she was pouting, and the other little hand was tugging at the corner of Ji Xingkong's clothes, looking like a pitiful angry bag.

"Your mission is complete, you can go. Ji Xingkong turned around and waved his folding fan impatiently.

The little girl tugged at the corner of his clothes, twisted her body stubbornly, looked up at Ji Xingkong, and then looked at the sugar gourd vendor.

"I said little ancestor, after you eat this and eat that, I can't feed you, you go quickly, hurry up!"

"Don't go!"

"If you don't leave, I really won't call you in the future!"

"If you don't come, you won't come, and you won't invite me to eat!"

“...... Okay, don't look for what this prince wants to eat in the future!" Ji Xingkong turned around helplessly and continued to walk forward.

"If you don't buy it for me, I'll grab it!" said the little girl angrily.

"Whatever you want, it has nothing to do with this prince anyway. ”

Ji Xing didn't look back, and walked along the street in the direction of the Beidou Pavilion. Several young girls walked by with a smile, and two of them looked back at him, and he immediately shook the folding fan, took out the elegant style of a handsome boy, and said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, ...... little life."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he heard the little girl behind him shout loudly: "Dad, I want to eat sugar gourd!"

The voice was milky and crisp and pleasant, and all the eyes of pedestrians and people in front and back of the street swept over me. The flesh on Ji Xingkong's face unconsciously twitched twice, and the words of accosting him turned into an embarrassing smile when he reached his mouth. The girls either glared at him fiercely, or hid their mouths and smiled, and walked away hand in hand. Ji Xingkong turned around slowly, gritted his teeth word by word: "No, yes, messy, call!"

The little girl's face did not change, and she blinked her eyes: "Dad, if you don't buy it for me, I'll go and grab it!"

Ji Xingkong was deflated all of a sudden, and patted his head helplessly. She has to call herself father, no matter who she robs, she has to settle the account on her head. He had no choice but to shake his hand and take out a large ingot of silver: "Take it! The last ingot! Leave quickly after eating, don't bother me again!"

"Thank you, Dad!"

“......”

A minute later, Ji Xingkong swayed in front of him, and there was a straw handle full of rock sugar gourds behind him. The straw handle was held in the little girl's arms, and strings of rock sugar gourds were constantly pulled down by chubby little hands, stuffed into her mouth, thrown away the sticks, stuffed into her mouth, thrown away the sticks, a mouth full of slimy sugar, and a long bamboo skewer on the street. The passers-by stopped and stared in amazement, and even a little short-legged black dog that ran around looked at the little girl twice, and then ran over with a short tail wagging in disdain. But soon it folded back, rolled around the corner of a sky-blue pleated skirt, and then ran forward like a trailblazer. The skirt behind it swayed slightly on the bluestone pavement, rippling in the wind, elegant and quiet. People's eyes invariably withdrew from the little girl, and the surprise in their eyes quickly turned to amazement and admiration.