The Cannon Fodder Big Brother collapsed again

Ji Zheng's expression remained unchanged, so what if he didn't move his aura, the sword qi shattered the woman's sleeves once again, and the sharp edge pierced directly into the woman's chest.

However, not a single drop of blood fell, and after Ji Zheng's sword was drawn, the sword marks on her chest healed quickly.

Ji Zheng frowned, and looked sideways at the sleeve rags that were still tightly wrapped around his right arm, which he couldn't tear off.The rags seemed to be alive, and they were still growing automatically, trying to wrap the whole person.

In the place where it is wrapped, the aura cannot function normally.

The woman, on the other hand, cast a surprised look at Ji Zheng, pursed her lips and smiled, looking completely devoid of murderous intent.But those rags wrapped around Ji Zheng's body squirmed and grew as if they had their own consciousness.Not only did he not let go of Ji Zheng's arm, but he also seemed to wrap his whole body in it.

When Ji Zheng moved, he found that the right hand holding the sword was tightly strangled.At this time, the moon was past the middle of the sky, Ji Zheng knew that he couldn't delay any longer, and without hesitation, a golden breath immediately penetrated from his veins into the long sleeves that were tightly wrapped around him.

The golden air was like a ray of flame, and the long sleeves like delicate flowers were caught in the flames, finally dimming the treacherous beauty, Ji Zheng jumped on his toes to the eaves and escaped completely.

However, Ji Zheng's action was still too late. He clearly felt that when the dragon energy appeared, something seemed to swallow all the spiritual energy.And when he got away completely, Chengxi Palace had returned to calm.

Ji Zheng frowned, knowing that he might have missed the opportunity tonight, he turned around without hesitation and jumped out of the palace.

This woman's cultivation base and skills are strange, but she has never been out of the range of the palace during the fight, perhaps this is a check and balance on her strength.

The woman did not chase after her.She just closed her eyes again, and after her sleeves recovered by themselves again, she looked at a storage bag in her hand, Ji Zheng's storage bag.

The woman's hand reached in, broke through the restriction that the storage bag could only be used by the owner, and took out a delicate little porcelain figurine from it.

Fang Qian managed to get out of the dark storage bag. He held a stick of candied haws in his hand and subconsciously poked at the person in front of him. What.

But I don't remember at all that I bought a bunch of gadgets casually one day, and then gave them all to the children in order to save face.

To him, these are "trash" gadgets, but they are carefully treasured by the other party, and they have been kept for more than ten years.

Fang Qian's sword strike was decent, but it was easily broken by the opponent's snap of his fingers.Only then did Fang Qian realize that there was a different person in front of him...so...how did he find out that it was a woman?

Where did Ji Zheng go?

This silly boy put him in the storage bag just to throw him away?

The woman saw the little porcelain figurine holding half a bamboo stick in her palm and performing the scene of drawing a sword and looking around in a daze, and she couldn't help but smiled again: "So he is Ji Zheng. People surnamed Xiao all over the world are looking for him, but he came by himself City West Prince's Mansion. Maybe this is...the Lord's chance?"

Fang Qian felt that he had seen a ghost—why, did Ji Zheng tattoo his back?This woman just picked up a storage bag, why did she know his identity?It has long been said that Ji Zheng's behavior of wanting to sneak into the palace is too aggressive, but he still doesn't listen.This is good, tomorrow his sea arrest documents should be full of Canglangzhou, right? !

The more Fang Qian thought about it, the more angry he became, and he sat cross-legged on the woman's palm.what's next?Will he be broken by this woman?That one is wonderful, what he didn't do himself, let others do it.

The woman seemed to be a little touched, and after a pause, she said softly, "I won't hurt you. But, you have to tell me why Ji Zheng still has dragon aura on his body."

Fang Qian was a little puzzled.Ji Zheng is a prince, shouldn't it be natural to have dragon spirit?

"It used to be like this. Even if the prince is just a side branch of the royal family, he will also bear the dragon spirit, but it is more or less." The woman said softly, "But the royal family lost the golden dragon, and they no longer have the dragon spirit. The dragon is mad."

Fang Qian was stunned, but he couldn't help being a little confused.Is this man sick?Why did you explain so much to yourself?

The woman's expression was a little strange.She poked the little porcelain figurine with her slightly red fingertips: "Little thing, do you really not know or are you playing tricks on me?"

Fang Qian paused for a moment, belatedly caught up with the conversation he had with this person, and then despaired of his lumpy head.So...you can hear what I'm thinking?

The woman smiled slightly, but her eyes were a little melancholy: "Of course I can hear it. Although you are a little different from me, there is not much difference. My name is Shiqi, what about you? Has your master named you? ?”

I call you uncle.Fang Qian replied blankly, and by the way cast aside Ji Zheng who is currently missing.

Anything can be lost, why not just lose yourself!

Ji Zheng, who was being nagged by Fang Qian, had already returned to the inn room at this time. When he closed the door, he realized that the storage bag was gone.

He stood in front of the window with a sullen face, watching the sky turn white.Unconsciously, the fingers used force, and directly pinched a piece of the window lattice.

……

There is a wonton stall diagonally opposite the gate of Xicheng Wangwangfu.Lao Chen, who sells wontons, has been operating here for more than [-] years. He regularly places his wonton picks here every other day.One end is boiling water and hot soup, and the other end is freshly rolled noodles and stuffing.Once the stall is settled, people from the city will gather.

Lao Chen's wontons are all freshly wrapped, and the stubby knuckles look very soulful in the white skin.The packaged small wontons and ingot wontons are all well-proportioned and beautiful bases.

After entering the soup, roll it in the steaming mist and then take it out. The skin of the dough is translucent, showing a group of meat fillings of different sizes.Smelling the index finger, seeing it makes the mouth watery, the filling is firm and elastic in the mouth, and the dough is smooth and tough, just a mouthful of warm soup, giving diners as much comfort as aging wine is to old alcoholics pleasure.

It is said that when the old prince was alive, he often sent people to buy wontons, and even offered to help Lao Chen set up a shop here.But Mr. Chen reasoned that his mother-in-law was not in good health and could not do without the life-saving well in the south of the city. Even the wonton soup was made well with water from the well...

There are always various reasons to be so determined with this rich prince.The old prince just smiled.He knew that Old Chen was stubborn, and even if he gave a lot of rewards, he would keep a straight face next time he came again, but he couldn't help but mention the matter of the shop to make Old Chen dislike him when he had time.

Wontons are good though.Canglangzhou's attitude towards this royal family in the west of the city can also be seen. It has always been more respectful than fearful. If there is a chance, it is not fantasy to talk about family life, and there is no usual deterrence and barriers.

It was almost Si time, and ordinary city people had already eaten and gone to work.But there were still many people seated at Lao Chen's stall, drinking soup in porcelain bowls and talking in low voices.

"Have you heard that the spiritual energy in this world is still declining sharply, but the dragon energy has also disappeared."

The scholar at the same table who pretended to be a student was stunned for a moment, and scolded in a low voice with a sullen face: "You are looking for death, talking about dragon energy in front of the palace!"

The man rolled his eyes, and said indifferently: "It's not like you don't know, our prince never cares about this."

"In special times, it's better to be cautious." The scholar sighed and shook his head, then whispered in his companion's ear: "Last night, someone sneaked into the palace and alarmed Miss Seventeen."

The companion was surprised, quite disbelieving: "Last night? What kind of cultivation must that be, that even the seventeenth girl would be disturbed?"

"Could it be that the other royal family sent some cultivators to assassinate our prince?!"

The scholar originally wanted his companion to shut up, but unexpectedly, his companion's questions became more and more frightening one by one:

"If you want to die, don't drag me." The scholar's face turned dark, and he swallowed the wonton in the bowl in two or three bites.

The companion seemed to realize that he was too reckless just now, but he still couldn't help asking: "You haven't gone to work in the palace today, how did you hear that?"

If you don't know the answer, make it clear that your companion will not let you go.The scholar shook his heart, took the copper coins to settle the bill, pulled his companion's arm, and walked away with him while biting his ear: "My uncle is working in the palace, unfortunately, no one has seen the appearance of the visitor except Miss Seventeen... …My uncle knew that I was going into the mansion today to help Mr. Accountant, so he specifically told me to do so."

As he spoke, he flicked his waist, as if there was a sound of gold and iron.

"Boss, pay the bill." An ordinary-looking rough man also paid the bill soon after, going to the same place as the scholar and his companion just now.

This person is Ji Zheng in disguise. He has dragon energy to protect his body, so he can hide his cultivation. After his trip last night, he is also confident that he can sneak into the palace for a while.

But he couldn't wait until night.

For some reason, when he found out that the storage bag was lost, he felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart.Not only for the various memories that person left him in the storage bag, but also...

There are more important things that he accidentally lost.

Ji Zheng desperately wants to get back the storage bag, even if it will cause more trouble.

He wandered around the front door, back door, side door, side door, etc. of the Wangfu early in the morning, just to wait for an opportunity to sneak into the Chengxi Wangfu, but it happened that he overheard such a conversation.

With his current cultivation level, the natural suppression of cultivation by merging the dragon energy, even he couldn't suppress the opponent, but was restrained everywhere.Who was that seventeen girl last night?Or what?

And his storage bag is probably in the hands of Shi Qi at this time.

Ji Zheng was still hesitating how to sneak into the palace during the day, but this scholar gave him an opportunity.He followed the path of the scholar and his friend all the way, and took advantage of the gap when they were looking at the girl, and took the badge from his waist.

He had already memorized the scholar's appearance, but luckily the two were also similar in stature.Ji Zheng changed his appearance, and with the token in his hand, the guards put him in without suspicion.

After Ji Zheng entered the mansion, he went straight to the courtyard where he met Shi Qi last night.