The golden light spell at the beginning, I was exposed by the school flower live broadcast

Chapter 123 Under the prosperous age, I would like to be the sword bearer in the dark night!
The Palace Master of the Beautiful Woman was also puzzled, why Jiang Fan was so persistent in eliminating evil spirits and evil cultivators.

After all, Jiang Fan's rescuing her daughter was considered to have completed the task assigned by the Spiritual Management Bureau. According to the level of business affairs, neither of them owed the other.

At this point, not to mention the Palace Master of the Beautiful Woman, even Mr. Lu and other forces feel that the case can be closed.

After all, Decent Sect has obtained the handle of the Ancient Sect, and can restrict some actions of the Ancient Sect in the Ten Elders' Association.

The husband of the head of the Palace of Beautiful Women can say that he committed suicide and died unjustly, and these things need not be under the jurisdiction of the Spiritual Management Bureau.

After all, it was evil cultivators who killed people, and there is a high probability that these evil cultivators were also under the control of a high-level executive in the Spiritual Management Bureau.

It can be said that it is an internal matter of the Spiritual Management Bureau. At this stage, unless Mr. Lu is ready to turn his face, he is sure to deal with the evil faction.

Otherwise, you have to rely on the power of the evil faction to achieve a balance with the ancient faction.

How to put it, the evil faction and the decent faction are still in the same unit.

If Jiang Fan helped her avenge her husband's murder, it would not be such a simple matter that the Palace Master of the Beautiful Woman owed Jiang Fan a favor, and the people involved would be huge.

"Brother, listen to my sister's persuasion, the imperial capital is deep in water, so let's find out here and forget it."

The head of the Palace of Beautiful Women started to get close, just to keep Jiang Fan from taking risks, it's not worth it.

Jiang Fan pulled his hand out of her arms with difficulty.

The water in the imperial capital is deep, but your place is not shallow either.

The Frozen Palace stands against the mountain, and Jiang Fan's current position can just see the bustling imperial capital.

It was eleven o'clock, the imperial capital was still brightly lit, and there was an endless stream of strange people coming and going on the street.

Some stores are still open, business is normal, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time.

If Jiang Fan didn't know the ugly side of the imperial capital, he would think it was a prosperous and beautiful big city.

"In the prosperous age, I would like to be the sword bearer in the dark night!"

After saying this, Jiang Fan left the Frozen Palace without looking back.

The Mistress of the Palace of Beautiful Women looked at his back with confusion in his eyes.

The rosy lips murmured: "In the prosperous age, I would like to be the sword bearer in the dark night."

Could it be, is he the man who wants to wipe out all the evils in the world?
If someone else said that, the Palace Master of the Beautiful Woman would definitely disdain, and even despise empty talk.

But this one is already proving with practice that he is indomitable.

At this moment, even she who had lived in the imperial capital for many years was moved by it.

In her eyes, two types of men have been differentiated, the first type is Jiang Fan, and the second type is other men.

In her eyes, Jiang Fan was the only one, standing high above the rest.

The other men are nothing more than wine bags and rice bags.

But Jiang Fan didn't think too much about it, so he said it casually.

Today, even if I want to kill some evil spirits and evil cultivators, Jesus can't keep them, as I said!

After all, I have worked so hard to offer a reward, and I have accepted the system task. I can't let me go back with a blood loss of 50, right?
Night Singing Bar.

Jiang Fan scored twice and continued to wait here.

Many people consciously stayed away from him, after all, the uniform of the Lingguan Bureau was very eye-catching.

The waiter who received Jiang Fan's tip this afternoon took the initiative to come up.

"Would you like something to drink, sir?"

"Happy Water?"

Jiang Fan replied.

"Happy water? Sir, what kind of happy water are you referring to?"

The waiter asked cautiously.

After all, there are some contraband that can be sold in this kind of place.

As long as you have money, you can basically get it.

After all, the bars that can be opened at night have a hard backstage.

But if it was someone else, the waiter would take him to another room. For Jiang Fan, he still hesitated.

After all, Jiang Fan was wearing the clothes of the Spiritual Management Bureau. He was afraid that Jiang Fan would come to enforce the law by fishing, and the loss would outweigh the gain.

On the contrary, it may blackmail them.

This kind of thing is not unheard of.

"Cola."

Hearing what Jiang Fan said, the waiter was taken aback for a moment, his brows were twisted together, as if to say: That's all?

"Wait."

When the waiter was about to get a Coke, Jiang Fan called him to stop.

"Sir, is there anything else I need?"

"Add ice, here's your tip."

"Thank you, sir."

Coke with ice, this Mr. Lingguan Bureau is really particular!
Not long after, the waiter brought over a glass of Coke with ice.

After all, as long as they give money, they will meet Jiang Fan's needs.

Don't talk about Coke, even if it's waste oil, I'll get it for you!

Jiang Fan drank slowly, then took out the Jintao and drank the Coke.

Even when he was hungry, he ate the box lunch that Lin Jiaxin asked him to pack.

Although it was against the rules in the bar, Jiang Fan gave a lot of tips, and the waiters treated him like a gentleman, so they didn't care about it.

Who will have trouble with money.

"Hey, brother, do you sell this peach? I'll buy one for 300 million."

When Jiang Fan was eating peaches, a very familiar man sat beside him.

He has a mustache and a bun on his head, and he looks like a Taoist.

But the clothes looked very trendy, with a kind of dude demeanor.

"I'm a bit discerning, but unfortunately I don't have many peaches, so I won't buy them."

Jiang Fan is a man who is not short of money.

"Unfortunately, I'm hungry."

The Taoist priest with the mustache was not angry, but wailed weakly, as if he had no strength lying on the table.

"You want to eat?"

"That's not."

"Take it."

As he spoke, Jiang Fan threw a jintao to him.

The taoist priest with the mustache was also taken aback when he took the jintao. After watching the peach disappear for a long time, he took a bite.

"That's right, good peaches, full of aura, can keep you full, but I'm curious, I paid you for it, but you didn't give it to me, I just said I was hungry, so you gave it to me, why?"

The Taoist priest with mustache chewed a peach while speaking inarticulately.

"My pleasure."

Jiang Fan was too lazy to explain so much.

"Hahaha, what an interesting weirdo, are you from the Spiritual Management Bureau? What's your name? Why haven't I seen you before?"

The Taoist priest with the mustache finally finished eating the peaches and licked the peach pits, then put the peach pits in his pocket without throwing them away.

"Oh? So you've seen everyone from the Spiritual Management Bureau?"

Jiang Fan asked back.

"I've seen some of them. I used to work in the Spiritual Management Bureau."

The Taoist priest with mustache ordered a glass of mixed wine, and raised his hand to signal Jiang Fan if he wanted it, but Jiang Fan waved his hand and refused.

"now what?"

"Now? Do some handyman, just make a living."

"Is the food in the imperial capital delicious?"

Jiang Fan asked thoughtfully.

"It's not very tasty, but there's nothing you can do about it. Sometimes you have to eat even if you don't eat it. Do you think I'm right?"

The Taoist priest with mustache seemed to be hinting at something, but he didn't seem to say anything.

"Sometimes it does."

Jiang Fan seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand anything.

"What are you doing here so late?"

When the mustache Taoist said this, he secretly glanced at Jiang Fan, as if he wanted to know something.

"Wait for someone, or wait for death."

"You are such an interesting person. Who are you waiting for? If you tell me, I've been in the capital for a long time, so I might be able to tell you some news."

"Wait for an evil cultivator."

"specific?"

"No specifics, wait until who is who."

"Really fake?"

The Taoist priest with the mustache is getting more and more confused. He doesn't know whether what Jiang Fan said is true or not. How dare you wait?
"Do you know who the evil cultivator is?"

"I know, I told you what you would do."

"kill him."

"Well, that's the one who just walked out."

The Taoist priest with mustache pointed at someone casually.

"Thanks."

Jiang Fan got up and left.

The next moment, there was a violent explosion at the door of the bar!

The pupils of the mustache Taoist suddenly dilated, and he became sober from the drunkenness in an instant. I just said it casually, how dare you go?

(End of this chapter)