It’s a bit unaccustomed to be a supporting role for the first time [Quick Transmigration]

The news spread very quickly.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, many knights who participated in the martial arts conference heard the blockbuster event that "Hua and Lu came back from the dead and swaggered and ate breakfast at the Zouma Inn without fear".

At this moment, there was a slight sense of tension in the empty and somewhat deserted Shogunate Garden.

The atmosphere was a little depressing.

Mu Han sat beside him with his head down, holding that weird long sword in his hand.He stared coldly at the red lines that spread and floated from time to time on the sword, and said in a hoarse voice, "This sword is controlling me."

"Then you have to learn to resist it." Mu Yuntian stood in the dark, unable to see his expression clearly, "If you are controlled, it only means that you are too weak."

"Hua Buwen is not dead, the next battle will be tough."

Mu Yuntian came out and put a box on the table, the smile on his face was still so elegant, but his tone was a little cold, "This is the fire lin poisonous insect, if you smear its blood on the sword, it will be more beneficial for you to become a dragon." Yin Huo Xiao."

"Last time when the sundial was on its way, all the devil's ghost faces went to the Kyoto branch, so it was relatively easy to fight. Just now Li Ruo sent a message saying that Hua Buwen has reorganized his staff and is going to seize the sundial."

Mu Yuntian looked at the silent Mu Han, with a little anxiety and darkness in his eyes.

"Practice Juliu beads, you are the master of martial arts, no one can beat you." His voice lowered, "The devil's religion can be slaughtered, but if you don't smell the flowers, you will definitely die."

A huge dead tree planted in the courtyard, with its forked branches and dense crown, grew in mid-air and blocked the afternoon sun.

Mu Han hid in the shadow under the tree, with a cold expression on his face. He didn't have any emotional fluctuations in response to Mu Yuntian's words. He stretched out his hand to touch a ray of light squeezed from the cracks in the trees.

When they were about to meet each other, Mu Yuntian's voice sounded again, with a hint of creepy bewitchment.

"Once Hua Buwen dies, Lu Er, it will be yours."

Mu Han's previously relaxed back suddenly stiffened, and he slowly raised his head, revealing his eyes with pupils as black as night, which were filled with ice-cold.

The sun was overflowing, shining warmly on the street, there were very few pedestrians, and they all ran to the ring, waiting to watch the final final showdown.

Two men in red robes walked slowly on the path, and the warm wind blew up some fluffy white catkins.

"Little Er, let me ask you something." Hua Buwen touched Lu Er's finger and asked softly.

Lu Er suppressed a smile, always felt that Hua Buwen's little tricks were silly and cute, "What? You ask."

"Do you know what a wandering person is?" Hua Buwen's eyes were full of doubts.

"Liu Li? How should I say it?" Lu Er didn't understand.

Hua Buwen thought for a while, secretly hooked Lu Er's little finger, and then said with a satisfied face: "Chun Shisan and the others said that you are a wandering person who does not belong to this world."

"I don't know the specific meaning. They keep mentioning this, and they are always mysterious."

Lu Er was stunned, thinking a lot, as if he had caught a tail, he held Hua Buwen's hand tightly, and asked seriously, "What did they say?"

Hua Buwen twitched the corner of her mouth, raised the tightly clenched hands of the two, and said shamelessly, "You scratched me, don't worry, I'll tell you slowly."

Lu Er: ...God damn hurt you.

The title of "Wandering Man" was heard from Jiuli four years ago when he first met him.

The first time we met was in Yecheng.

Ye City is also called Gu City, and it is the capital where black wizards expelled from Miao Jiang gathered.

But it always looks like a thriving and beautiful place, and there are many women and children gathered in the rivers beside the city.

The women were talking and laughing while doing all kinds of gossip with each other while washing clothes.

The children chased and played and splashed water for fun, and their innocent faces were full of smiles.

There are all kinds of miscellaneous shops in the city, selling all kinds of weird gadgets.

The men stood at the door of the shop and yelled, hoping that the travelers from the past would come into their shop to cheer, and they were very enthusiastic about doing business.

Travelers who have been to Yecheng say that there are the most beautiful objects and the most enthusiastic and honest people here.

Finally, the tourists kept coming, and Yecheng seemed to have developed into a city of traveling on its own.

Many travelers who don't want to leave choose to stay for a few nights, but there are no inns here, only the residences of Yecheng people.

So they warmly invite visitors to live in their homes without charging a penny.

Let them experience the ultimate in caring and comfortable hospitality.

No one noticed that some of the solo travelers never left Yecheng after a night.

Jiuli is completely alone, with no worries, he doesn't know where he is going, and he doesn't know where he came from.

He walked aimlessly, and finally, he saw a huge gate in the city wall, with two words engraved on it, "Yecheng."

Jiuli walked in slowly, looking at the people passing by to say hello to him from time to time, the man's expression became more and more indifferent.

He was a little thirsty and happened to pass by a tea house.

The quaint store door is full of wood stains, full of the atmosphere of a long time.

Pushing open the door, there is a very spacious tea lounge, which is already full of people.

The woman who delivered the tea had a delicate appearance, and a long embroidered dress perfectly outlined her slender waist.

Jiuli walked in without paying attention, and sat on the stool a little tiredly.

The woman was a little dazed when she saw him, her cheeks were flushed, and her shy look was even more alluring.

"My lord, what kind of tea do you want to drink?"

Jiuli looked at the wooden sign hanging on the front table, on which were written the names of many teas in ink, such as oolong, red spring and Longjing, all of which were expensive teas.

"A pot of Huadiao." Jiuli cherished the words like gold, and shut up after finishing speaking.

woman:"......."

A man behind the desk raised his head, the corners of his mouth drooping, his expression was dejected, and there was a large birthmark over his eyes.

"We sell tea here, we don't have wine." His voice was hoarse and extremely gloomy.

The woman reacted and waved her hands again and again, with a shy face on her face, she said eagerly: "There are flower carvings! I'll get them for you right now."

Afraid that Jiuli would leave, she quickly walked into the back room.

After a while, he took a navy blue bottle and walked out.

She put the bottle on the table and took two small wine glasses.

Jiuli said lightly: "One wine glass is enough."

The woman was a little embarrassed and didn't wait to speak.

A few tables of big men sitting next to him watched the excitement and shouted: "Feng Niang! This son is a piece of wood! Why do you want to drink with him?! Come here! We will drink with you!"

Feng Niang frowned her delicate eyebrows and ignored them.

She leisurely stretched out her soft and white hands to smooth the hair hanging from her ears behind her ears, her voice was small and cute, "Is this your first time in Yecheng, sir?"

Jiuli looked at Fengniang as she talked and poured a glass of wine on her own, and she was determined to sit here and drink together.

He knocked on the table expressionlessly, and said slowly: "Since you also want to drink, I will only pay half of the price for the drink."

Feng Niang: "..."

The man on the side couldn't bear it any longer, he slammed the table and got up, "Young master! I think he is a beggar! You can say such a poor thing! I'm afraid you didn't steal this clothes?!"

Jiuli didn't say a word, he was really thirsty, and he needed to drink so he could go on the road.

Feng Niang cast her winking eyes at the man who was arguing against the injustice, and he immediately turned pale, and said in a slow tone: "Feng Niang, this kind of incomprehensible kid just needs to be dealt with..."

"Do you still want to drink tea here?"

"All right, all right, I won't talk anymore." The man sat down resentfully.

Feng Niang whispered, "My lord, don't worry. Most people in Yecheng are straightforward, so they speak impulsively."

Jiuli drank the wine very seriously, not slow, and wrote very straightforwardly, "I am here to drink to quench my thirst, not to chat."

He finally slowed down and looked at Feng Niang for the first time.

She became nervous for a moment, but his eyes were devoid of any emotion, so calm, as if he was a speck of dust.

She was both excited and disappointed.

"How much?" Jiuli took out the money bag.

Feng Niang breathed a sigh of relief, said with a smile: "This wine is my treat."

Jiuli took back the purse and said calmly, "Thank you very much."

Feng Niang: "..."

The man behind the desk suddenly said, "The sun has already set, and the night is full of dew, so it's definitely not safe to drive at night." He raised his head, with a friendly smile on his face, "Why don't you stay here tonight, brother. Let’s start again tomorrow.”

Feng Niang suddenly trembled, and the blushing on her face faded instantly. She looked at Jiuli, and her eyes were not anticipation, but fear.

Her voice trembled slightly, "There are already so many people staying tonight...Maybe there is no room..."

Jiuli took a sip of wine and interrupted Fengniang, "It's okay, just make me a utility room."

This Ye city is a bit interesting.

Night falls.

The bustling city suddenly calmed down, and the streets were empty.

Every household was lit with warm candles, but they were all very strange and didn't make any sound.

It's like an empty city.

Jiuli sat quietly at the table in a small room, and there was a strange stone in front of him, the color was dark blue like a starry sky, and it was dotted with stars, which was extremely beautiful.

This starry sky stone has been carried with me since I can remember, and its existence seems to remind me to do an extremely important thing.

He stared at the stone, and the spot that had been stagnant on it began to move slowly after entering this city of Ye.

What exactly does it want to express?

"Bang bang bang." There was a knock on the door.

Jiuli didn't respond, and was still concentrating on studying the stone.

It was quiet outside the door, and the footsteps suddenly disappeared.

Jiuli suddenly seemed to feel something, turned his head to look, and found a hole in the paper window behind him.

A brown wooden pipe protruded from the hole, and then exhaled a plume of smoke.

Nine Foxes: "..."

He watched the smoke slowly drifting over with a calm expression, and calmly sniffed.

A little choking, probably drugged.

But the quality may not be very good, and the effect is very slow.

Jiuli waited boredly for a long time before he began to feel a little overwhelmed.

He couldn't wait any longer, and slowly lay down on the bed, planning to fall asleep and pass out.

It was a good night's sleep, very comfortable.

It was the first time in a long time that I slept so deeply, and all the exhaustion in my body disappeared.

Jiuli was very satisfied, and suddenly had a better liking for such things as drugs, and planned to get some of them when he had the chance, so that he could sleep well every night.

When I opened my eyes, it was a huge empty house.

He was lying on the open space in the corner, and there were several people lying around.

A little further away was a young man sitting against the wall, an existence completely incompatible with this place.

The old peeling blue walls, the dirty and potholed ground, and the clean and noble indifferent young master.

Weird and contradictory.