So I went to Douluo

Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe said goodbye at the teahouse.

After Xue Qinghe watched Ning Feng Zhiyuan go, he waved to a waiter in the teahouse.

The waiter came up quickly and stood next to Xue Qinghe.

"Your Highness, what are your orders?" He said respectfully.

"Send someone to investigate Tang Liu. I want all his information. The speed must be fast." Xue Qinghe said calmly.

"Yes." The waiter responded, and then left.

Xue Qinghe stood there for a few seconds, then stopped a carriage and said to the driver, "Go to the palace."

"Okay, sir, please sit down."

The coachman, who was wearing a big scarf and a big felt hat that covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes outside, said in a muffled voice.

After Xue Qinghe sat in the carriage, he drove the horse pulling the carriage forward slowly.

Xue Qinghe closed his eyes and rested in the carriage. Then for some reason, he was hit by a sudden feeling of sleepiness, and then fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how much time passed before he suddenly woke up from his deep sleep again.

He opened the curtains of the carriage and looked outside.

There is still a lively street market scene.

"Master, haven't you arrived yet?"

Xue Qinghe looked out the window and spoke to the driver.

The coachman's muffled voice came in immediately, "Sir, we have only set off not long ago. How could we arrive at the palace so quickly?"

Not long?

Xue Qinghe frowned, looked at the scene outside, and then was startled.

Over the years, he couldn't be more familiar with Tiandou City.

He memorized what every street in Tiandou City looked like and what stores there were.

But in his memory, the road to the palace was definitely not the one now.

Xue Qinghe's eyes darkened slightly. Although he was secretly wary in his heart, his face remained calm, intending to see what was going on.

And what exactly does the "car driver" outside want to do.

However, the moment this idea arose in his mind, he suddenly realized that the bustling surroundings had turned silent in an instant.

His heart trembled, and he immediately stood up and stepped forward. While opening the carriage door curtain, he quietly released his martial spirit.

A pair of white wings spread out behind him, and at the same time, six soul rings, two yellow, two purple, and two black, also rose behind him.

The door curtain was opened, and the coachman was still sitting in front, concentrating on driving the horse.

As if he heard some noise, the coachman turned his head and saw Xue Qinghe, who only slightly poked his head out.

So he smiled and said: "My guest, don't be anxious, the palace will not arrive for a while."

Xue Qinghe's eyes silently scanned the empty streets around him, and then stopped at the coachman.

"Who are you?" Xue Qinghe asked after sizing the driver for a moment.

The coachman obviously did not expect that Xue Qinghe would suddenly ask him such a question, and was stunned.

But Xue Qinghe changed the question before he spoke, "Or, who sent you here?"

The driver was a little surprised and said, "Sir, what are you talking about? I'm just an ordinary cart driver."

Xue Qinghe sneered, raised his hand and held it empty, a long sword with golden light condensed in his hand, and then he stabbed the coachman decisively.

To his surprise and confusion, the coachman was stabbed through the heart by his sword and died.

It seems like he is indeed an ordinary person.

Xue Qinghe looked at the deserted streets around him and curled his lips.

Even if he is really just an ordinary person, there must be something wrong with him in this weird environment.

The long sword turned into light and dispersed in his hand, and then he walked out of the carriage and jumped out of the carriage.

There was a down-to-earth feeling beneath my feet.

He only felt his eyes blur, and then he found that he was sitting in that familiar carriage again.

He frowned and opened the window again.

Empty streets, silent environment.

Exactly the same as before.

Xue Qinghe immediately stood up and released his martial spirit.

With a swing of his sword, he cut off the door curtain of the carriage and strode out.

The coachman turned around and looked at him in surprise as he walked out. Then he smiled and said, "Don't be anxious, sir. The palace will not arrive for a while."

But Xue Qinghe put the sword directly on his neck, "What's going on? Does it have anything to do with you?"

The driver was surprised, "What are you talking about, sir? I'm just an ordinary driver."

Xue Qinghe directly beheaded the coachman without saying a word.

"Inexplicable." He said secretly, watched the coachman's body fall, and then jumped out of the carriage with his sword in hand.

Once again, he sat in the carriage.

Xue Qinghe frowned fiercely, and without thinking, he slashed open the roof of the carriage with his sword, and then jumped out from the hole in the roof.

He sat in the carriage again.

Even though he was extremely patient, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

So, as soon as he leaves the carriage, he will be stuffed back into the carriage, right?

So he stood up again, walked out of the carriage with his sword in hand, the tip of the sword reaching the driver's eyebrows.

Xue Qinghe said coldly, "Now, I say, you do it and turn the carriage around."

The coachman smiled, "Don't be anxious, sir, the palace will arrive in a while."

Xue Qinghe: "???"

He thrust the tip of the sword forward slightly, and the driver's brow immediately began to bleed.

"Now, turn the carriage around."

The driver was surprised, "What are you talking about, sir? I'm just an ordinary driver."

Xue Qinghe: "..."

He mercilessly stabbed the coachman between the eyebrows with his long sword, killing the coachman again.

Then, with a slight leap, he sat on the horse in front of him, holding the rope, intending to make it turn around.

He sat in the carriage again.

Xue Qinghe: "..."

very good.

The long sword in his hand burst out with bright light, and then directly smashed the entire carriage into pieces.

He sat in the carriage again.

He sat there, speechless for a while.

Then he walked out of the carriage and looked at the coachman, "How about we discuss it, as long as you don't get me back into the carriage again, I won't kill you?"

The coachman smiled, "Don't be anxious, sir, the palace will arrive in a while."

Xue Qinghe: "(╬◣д◢)!!!"

He cut the coachman in half with one sword strike, and then destroyed the carriage.

No accident, he was still sitting in the carriage.

Xue Qinghe: (╯‵□′)╯︵┴─┴

Just when he was about to blow up the carriage and destroy it, he felt the carriage begin to slow down, and then the coachman's voice rang out, "Sir, the palace has arrived."

Before the carriage stopped and the coachman finished speaking, Xue Qinghe rushed out quickly.

Then, he returned to the carriage.

The coachman's voice sounded, "Sir, the palace has arrived."

Xue Qinghe: "..."

Very good, he can't get off the carriage until it stops, right?

So he waited until the carriage came to a complete stop before rushing out of the carriage.

"Hey, sir, you haven't paid me yet!"

Xue Qinghe: "..." Giving you shitty money and not giving you a sword is the maximum tolerance I can tolerate!

Then he returned to the carriage.

Xue Qinghe:╰（‵□′）╯

As soon as the carriage stopped, he rushed to the coachman, resisting the urge to stab the coachman to death with a sword, and asked: "How much?"

The driver smiled, "One Gintama coin, sir."

After paying the money, Xue Qinghe hurriedly walked in the direction from which the carriage came.

Just after taking the tenth step, my eyes blurred, and the coachman appeared in front of me again.

The driver smiled, "One Gintama coin, sir."

Xue Qinghe felt that the only pair of smiling eyes that the other party showed were full of malice, and they were all aimed at him.

So he couldn't hold back and KOed the coachman again with one sword.

This time it was cut in half.

Xue Qinghe, who was sitting in the carriage again: "..." Damn it! ! !