After the battle to damage the Immortal Venerable to prove the ruthless way

Yongji made a 'buzz', as if it was about to fly over in the next second.

Xiang Jiurong subconsciously retracted his chrysanthemum, and hid his bald little tail tightly.

At this moment, the dilapidated vermilion city gate under the city wall slowly opened with a strange 'squeak' sound.

Make a gesture that welcomes everyone into the city.

The courteousness of the family was quite thoughtful, and they opened the door on their own initiative.

Xiang Jiurong is very satisfied with the treatment given to him by the mirror master, which shows that he respects his monster clan.

He had just lifted one foot, and out of the corner of his eye he saw that his golden thigh was motionless, and he retracted the bird leg again.

Keeping up with the golden thighs, you are right.

Over there, Lin Jiran pursed his lips tightly, as if someone owed him millions of spirit stones.

He walked in with a black face.

A few disciples from Taiwei Sect followed closely.

This is probably the legendary halo of the male lead, and everyone will follow the male lead closely.

So, why is the hero still looking unhappy?

Hard to understand.

Yan Zizhi held a twig in his mouth, and finally stepped into the city casually.

I thought I would see a city full of ruins, but I didn't.

The city is the most common long street. A string of red lanterns are hung every half a mile on both sides of the long street, which is very festive.

At first the long street was empty, but soon someone poked his head out.

One, two, three, one piece... seems to confirm that it is not the army that came in.

After the confirmation, it can almost be described as a crowd.

'People' ran out from their hiding places.

A middle-aged woman diligently handing over water.

Shy girl holding fruit with tears.

There is also the trembling old woman who is about to fall to her knees.

When the 'people' in the city saw them, they were so excited that they spoke incoherently.

However, they are all women, and they are all dressed in silk and satin.

It's either rich or expensive.

The group of injured and tiny disciples may have never seen so many 'women' being pushed and shoved in the middle, all of them blushing to compete with Little Apple.

Yan Zizhi was much calmer.

He took the kettle, carried the fruit in his hand, and bent down to help the tearful old lady.

The little disciples were dumbfounded:? ?Can this be done?

This group of 'people' doesn't look right at first glance.

Although living creatures may appear in each sealed environment,...not even a blade of grass can survive outside the city walls.

Across the wall, there are living people?

How weird.

And is this water really drinkable?

The younger brothers licked their chapped lips, each holding clay pots.

Like a puppy, it can drink water just waiting for an order from the Immortal Venerable or Senior Senior Brother.

Except for Lin Jiran, most of them are teenagers who have not established a foundation.

It is not easy to survive until now.

Suddenly the situation relaxed, and the vigilance of many people plummeted.

Apparently Lin Jiran is still putting on airs of the hero, as long as Ji Yunzhi does something, he will never follow suit.

then.

Yan Zizhi was thirsty after eating the barbecue, and drank the water from the earthen pot in 'ton ton ton'.

Lin Jiran took out the last bag of water from the storage bag, and asked the disciples to save everyone a sip.

Yan Zizhi peeled a banana and ate it up.

Lin Jiran sent the water bag again.

Yan Zizhi held the sweet and delicious big watermelon, divided it into small pieces with Xiang Jiurong's demon knife, and poked it into bite-by-bite bites.

Lin Jiran's water sac was completely empty, not a single drop of water could be squeezed out.

The little disciples who each only drank two sips of water looked at Yan Zizhi eagerly.

Envious, really envious!

System: [Killing and punishing, I think you should go to eat and broadcast. 】

Yan Zizhi spread his hands: What can I do, I am a devil.Can I still eat the food my family gave me?

After drinking and eating, Yan Zizhi took out a chair from the storage ring, laid it carelessly in the middle of the road, and started chatting with a few girls.

The dialect spoken by the 'common people' here is very difficult to understand, and everyone who heard it frowned.

But Yan Zizhi has an artifact, the system.

The system forced to act as a translation machine can only bite the bullet and translate for the big devil.

"They said they were the people of Daliang. After the kingdom of Liang was broken, they were beaten all the way to Yashan City by the rebels. The men all took up arms and went out of the city to resist."

No wonder, the group of soldiers outside the gate was in disarray, including hoes and kitchen knives, like a mob.

"They waited in the city for a long time, preparing all the welcome food, but they didn't dare to go out of the city to see it, so they kept waiting and waiting."

The story is very brief.

A group of rebel soldiers outside the Bone City.

With a bunch of women and children left behind in the city.

This realm of innocence is a city called Yashan City.

"Daliang happened more than 300 years ago. I have read history books. The history books say that Daliang was rebelled by the Xiao family and destroyed the country. It's just that the Xiao family didn't proclaim the emperor and disappeared for some reason."

"disappear?"

"That's right, before I became a member of Taiwei, Mr. Xiao also said about this period of history. The Xiao family disappeared after destroying Daliang. It was against the law of heaven, so it was punished."

Lin Jiran, who had always had a dark face, said, "After Daliang destroyed the country, the emperor's officials fled, and the last stop was Yashan."

As expected of the male protagonist, one word will determine the world.

Yan Zizhi patted the hero's little hands from the bottom of his heart.

It is confirmed that most of the people trapped in Wuwang Realm are the last people of Daliang.

So the group of old and weak women and children in front of us have been dead for more than 300 years.

Among the people in this circle, only Lin Yuan has the highest cultivation level.

I don't know if Linyuan was born 400 years ago?

"None of us know what happened 300 years ago. Even if the Immortal Venerable was in the realm of Huashen, it has only been more than [-] years." A young disciple sobbed, "The elder once taught me that to break through the realm, you must first be familiar with the realm master. We don’t know anything about his identity, how can we get out alive?”

"With Senior Brother and Immortal Venerable, nothing will happen."

Yan Zizhi involuntarily looked towards Linyuan.

It only takes 200 years to become a god of transformation?

He has also cultivated demons for more than 300 years, not to mention the righteous way.

In summary, Lin Yuan is a pervert.

And, it seems that the Ruthless Dao has some other uses besides not being able to ascend.

It's just that Yan Zizhi always felt that Linyuan was very strange today.

I can't tell why it's weird.

Obviously he was the Taiwei disciples under his sect, but he stood alone in the distance, as if drawing a line.

strangeness.

During this time of chatting, gradually a few young disciples couldn't hold on anymore and fainted without water or food.

Everyone discussed with each other to find a clean room for people to rest, relying on the eternal sword spirit to form an array to maintain the most basic life.

Lin Jiran was in charge of the group that went out to find food.

He wandered around outside for a few times, except for the enthusiastic 'people', he found a bunch of food, but it was a pity that it was weathered when he took it.

It's like I've waited 400 years and it's still not ashamed.

Only the food in the hands of those 'people' is as bright as ever.

This is even more afraid to eat.

Lin Jiran stood at the entrance of the alley with a dark face and a long sword, staring coldly at Yan Zizhi who was chatting with the 'common people' one after another.

And the half-eaten apple in his hand.

"Do you want to eat, Master Lin?" The latter shook the apple at him.

Lin Jiran continued to make a bad face.

Alright, you win with a black face.

Yan Zizhi gnawed on an apple.

In the distance, Lin Yuan stood outside the big room where he was resting, his eyes were so calm that he looked over here, and then retracted.

A little disciple murmured: "Why do I feel that the Immortal Venerable pays close attention to Ji Yunzhi?"

"Nonsense, Immortal Venerable must be looking at senior brother, afraid that something will happen to senior brother."

Here Lin Jiran lingered around the well for a long time, and felt that Lin Yuan seemed to be examining himself.

The attention from Master is usually very stressful.

Especially the master who has never communicated with him in private.

Lin Jiran straightened his back, and didn't want his master to think that he was not good enough.

He looked into the well.

Every city has underground water, and the underground rivers communicate with each other. The Wuwang Realm closes the above-ground passages, and it may not necessarily cut off the underground rivers at the same time.

So this well may still be a pool of running water.

So he grabbed the long rope.

'Snap' the rope weathered into sand.

Eldest brother's face turned even darker. If it wasn't for saving mana, he would never be so ashamed.

He quietly glanced at someone who was eating an apple.

Someone is not paying attention.

Lin Jiran breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, his face became darker and darker.

"..." Why does he care if that person sees him or not? ? ?

The elder brother decided to abandon all distracting thoughts, loosen the strap on his wrist and use it as a rope.

Fortunately, it was an iron bucket, so it didn't weather away.

The eldest brother threw the bucket down the well.

Yan Zizhi chatted with the 'common people': "Did any children go missing when you were being chased?"

The little girl in pink silk with a gold hairpin on her head glanced at the person in front of her shyly, then lowered her head and smiled silly, "Why not, there are too many lost children, and there are many people who only care about themselves at the moment of life and death."

The senior brother's wristband was not long enough, so he unscrewed the other wrist and fastened it.

Yan Zizhi smiled: "It's not that he didn't keep up or lost it on purpose. Is there such a thing that drowned? Especially a child who suddenly disappeared in places like water wells."

"..." The elder brother's iron bucket just hit the water.

A bucket full of clear, bright water.

His face darkened, getting darker.

Well, drowned, child.

Did Ji Yunzhi do it on purpose?

The little girl who was still shy at first did not know which two words she heard.

The whole person suddenly froze there without saying a word.

Youyou glanced at the well beside Lin Jiran, then turned around and left.

Lin Jiran fetched a bucket of water from the well, and it's not right to take it back at this time, or not to take it back.

He overturned the bucket in a dazed effort, and there were no straps on his sleeves, so the long sleeves that were flowing like the wind were wet, and he was very embarrassed.

The elder brother's face was darker than an iron bucket.

Eat melon system: [Are you doing something serious, are you sure you're not trying to scare the hero? 】

Yan Zizhi was serious: "I'm trying to attract his attention."

The system trembled: [The male lead can turn black, don't play it off! 】

The elder brother who wanted to blacken his face first blackened his face.

He poured a bucket of water again, this time he will definitely not care what Yan Zizhi is saying or doing!

no way!

When the back of the big brother disappeared at the entrance of the alley with the bucket in his hands, Yan Zizhi slowly threw away the apple core in his hand.

This male protagonist can't stand being teased.

Yan Zizhi shook his head, the apple core, which was originally light yellow and plump, turned into flying ash the moment it hit the ground.

He was alone in the alley.

Standing barefoot by the well.

wait.

Waiting for the sound of water droplets surrounding them at the beginning, to appear again.

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