The first cause of all realms

Chapter 21 People get stolen money!

Whoosh!

Under the night, Yang Jue ran wildly.

Every step is extremely hard, and the soles of his feet hurt from stomping, but only in this way can he slightly relieve the heat in his body.

According to the old man Wei, changing the blood is not too dangerous, because the medicinal baths before the blood changing to break the customs are the body's resistance to the medicine.

Yang prison's understanding is drug resistance.

But at this moment, feeling the heat in his body rushing left and right, like a wild horse running wild, he couldn't help but have a strange thought in his heart:

Could it be because of this cauldron of gluttony?
"Could it be that I won't have drug resistance?"

Waves of heat made Yang Qiu's mind a little fuzzy, and he gritted his teeth, thinking about going to North Street.

soon.

He saw a brightly lit six-story building in the silent night, and there seemed to be the sound of talking, laughing and singing.

"Yan Lai Tower..."

Yang Yu's face twitched, he was naturally no stranger to one of the three gold selling caves in Heishan City.

The heat in his body almost made him want to rush in, but he suppressed it.

It's not that he is a well-guarded person, it's just that the protection is too poor these days. Thinking about the famous Hualiu disease street in the outer city, he gave up this idea.

Instead, he stepped into the shadow of the alley, running to consume the raging heat in his body.

I don't know if it was an hour or two, the sky was so dark that almost no one could be seen, Yang Qiang's pace slowed down, and he felt the heat flow in his body diminishing.

"Whoo~"

In the shadows of the alley, Yang Jue lay sprawled on the ground with heaving chest, steaming with sweat, and his whole body was red like a prawn.

The heat flow in his body is still there, but it is no longer scalding, wrapping his whole body, making him feel like he is soaking in a hot spring.

But this heat flow is no longer the power of medicine, but his blood.

Blood exchange, it's done!
Joy flowed in his heart, but the exhausted Yang Qiu just wanted to fall asleep.

After lying down for an unknown amount of time, Yang Jue finally came to rest, and his sore hands and feet healed a lot.

"Finally alive."

Yang Ju turned over and sat up. Just as he was about to sense the changes in his body after the blood exchange was successful, he suddenly heard footsteps in the distance.

"Ok?"

Yang Qiu retreated into the shadows, and faintly, he saw a small figure hiding furtively at the door of a small courtyard.

"It's so far away, I can hear it?"

Yang Qiuzheng was surprised when he saw the door of the small courtyard was pulled open, and a tall and thin man walked out from the door.

The man was dressed in white, and when he walked out of the room, the moonlight just fell on his face.

"It's him?"

Yang Qiu's heart skipped a beat, isn't this the man in white who was suspected of following him that day?
The man in white adjusted his clothes, casually patted the shoulder of the short man outside the door, and walked away.

After a while, Yang Ju couldn't hold back his curiosity, and approached quietly, leaning his ear against the wall, when he heard the sound of a woman crying from inside the room.

And the man's low sobbing whispers.

"Physical offering?"

Hearing the loud cries in the room, Yang prison felt a chill in his heart.

He had heard about the worship of the Liansheng Sect, but he never expected that there would be a physical body to worship.

Be a husband, a prostitute wife.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Yang Ju jumped up from the corner of the wall and looked back.

"So it's you kid? You're not small, dare to follow me."

I saw the man in white walking out of the shadows with a sneer, looking at Yang Qiu playfully, his eyes were cold and surprised:

"I let you go, but you actually sent it to the door yourself?"

"How did you find me?"

As if he was facing a formidable enemy, Yang Ju unconsciously touched his waist with his hands.

The broken knife is as long as a dagger. After learning the knife by himself, he never left his body day and night. This time he rushed out without wearing shoes, but the knife was still on his body.

Although he was on guard at this moment, his heart was still eager to try.

Although he had just changed his blood, he already found that whether it was strength, speed, or reaction, he was much stronger than before.

At this time, the medicine in the body has not dissipated, it is a good time to fight.

"Want to know?"

The man in white paced closer with a half-smile.

Zheng~
Before the words were finished, the two had already collided with each other, their swords facing each other, and they shot in no particular order.

"Oh!"

With a strange cry, the man in white took a step back and swung his arms, blood dripping behind.

Not far from the opposite side, Yang Jue staggered to the ground, his wrists were numb, and he was certain in his heart.

The man in white was much stronger than him, but not to the point where he couldn't fight.

"He also changed blood?"

While Yang Jue was astonished, he stomped on his feet and swung the broken knife, venting the scorching heat in his body.

"I underestimated you!"

The white-clothed man yelled angrily, was he actually injured?
Even though I had expended some physical strength just now, my legs and feet were a little sore.

But he still remembered that this kid seemed to have only started the medicine bath two months ago, and now he can actually hurt himself?

"Little beast."

The man in white had gloomy eyes. Seeing Yang Jue rushing towards him with a knife, he twisted his body and greeted him with a dagger.

He guessed that he was just being careless for a moment, this little thing was so old, his heart was ruthless, and he swung the short sword fiercely.

But what shocked him was.

This kid looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, but his sword wielder was more stable than the old man, although he couldn't hurt himself for a while.

But he couldn't kill him for a while.

"Wow~"

The fight between the two alarmed the surrounding area, dogs barked one after another, and fires lit up.

The man in white panicked, and when the swords and swords collided again, if they turned back, they would run away.

"Is he going to escape? Or..."

A thought flashed through Yang Ju's mind, but he was still a little impatient.

If this is run away by him, it will be a big deal.

Lian Shengjiao, he can't afford to provoke him now.

Immediately, he increased his speed, swinging the broken knife even more urgently, but he didn't expect the man in white to suddenly turn around, and with a forward thrust, the dagger was already pointing towards his chest.

This sword came so fast that Yang Jue even heard the sound of 'Woooo' breaking the wind.

With a thought in his heart, he stepped back, and the broken knife also returned to defense.

"You can't stop it!"

The man in white gave a grin, and the dagger was faster.

"die!"

Although he was shocked that this kid had successfully exchanged blood, his sword skills were surprisingly good.

But after all, a child of one and a half years old, even if he practiced well early, I am afraid that he has never fought to the death with a real person.

"Um?!"

But at the next moment, his face changed drastically, and he felt a sudden slip on his feet, and the dagger suddenly deviated, leaving only a shallow sword mark on Yang Jue's arm.

"what?"

The man in white looked in astonishment, only to find iron beads scattered all over the ground.

The night was dark, and he didn't see it.

when? !

He was furious in his heart, Yang Juan's knife that was just slashing at his arm had already come towards his chest.

"Little beast!"

The man in white let out a roar, his blood was surging, his skin and even his eyes glowed red.

"This is?"

Yang Jue was startled, he saw the man in white throwing his sword back and crossing his hands on his chest.

"what!"

While the blood was spraying, Yang Qian took a step back.

I saw that the white-clothed man jumped up from the ground, and at the same time he was yelling wildly, a ferocious head hammer had already hit his face.

The explosion happened so fast that Yang Qiu didn't even have time to react, and only had time to take a step back.

He was hit on the chest by this ferocious head hammer.

"puff!"

Yang Qiu only felt his chest heat up, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

After being hit by this blow, Yang prison felt ruthless.

He flipped his wrist, held the knife behind his back, and slashed fiercely in front of him, cutting the throat of the man in white who was about to hit again.

Then push forward fiercely!
puff!
The ferocious head fell back to the ground, and spurted out from the headless chest cavity, a height of one foot.

spilled all over the floor,
Spilled all over!
"died…"

Warden Yang let out a long breath, feeling a stabbing pain in his chest.

Regardless of checking the wound, he hurried forward to search, before he had time to look, he picked up the short sword and was about to leave.

The fight between the two just now was very noisy, and I'm afraid it will soon alarm the night guards.

"Old man Wei's method of beheading, you have learned it well."

In the night, a figure stopped in front of him.

Yang Jue clenched his sword tightly, seeing the person coming by the faint moonlight, his face couldn't help being stunned:

"Captain Wang?!"

Under the moonlight, the visitor was dressed in gray and black close-fitting bunts, with a knife on his waist. He was as tall and burly as an iron tower.

But it was Wang Fobao who was supposed to be seriously injured and bedridden.

Wang Fobao's eyes were condensed, he glanced at the headless corpse on the ground, and then fell on the blood-stained Yang Yu, unable to hear the joy and anger in his words:
"This time the stolen goods were stolen, what do you have to say?"

(End of this chapter)