New White Snake Asking Immortals

In the evening, people enjoy the cool air at the door after eating and chatting.

The blind man who sells and sings under the trees on the roadside all the year round plays the sanxian and babbles, and the old qin is shiny and shiny like an old object that has been cooked for three generations. Someday there is no oil and water in the pot. Put it in and cook it, maybe it will float. Oil flower.

The fat cat was leaning against the wall by the peasant, squinting to see the yellow dog barking under the wall.

The sun just went down and it wasn't completely dark yet. The people in the city started to have tea and dinner. After dinner, Li Jiaduan, the east parent, got together and danced happily, and the blind sang songs for free.

Maybe it was the blind man who couldn't see and didn't know it was already dark, so he shook his head and played and sang.

The silence was suddenly broken...

bang~ bang la la~

Suddenly, the window of an old shop on the street was smashed, and the neighbors who were enjoying the cool and resting to enhance the friendship between the neighbors were stunned. what wind.

"what……"

Neighbors can't sit still, this is a scream. Neighbors can't sit back and watch when something goes wrong!

Many neighbors, strong men, came outside the shop with wooden sticks and rice spoons in their hands. There were no oil lamps in the house. In the evening, the inside of the door was pitch-dark and could not be seen clearly. Neighbors hesitated whether to go in.

This is the shop of a craftsman from an old neighbor who is an ancestral maker of erhu.

Suddenly something flew out again.

Boom~Dingdong~

Something flew out of the dark room. After playing it twice, it made a bang and bang. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an erhu that had been damaged beyond recognition. The strings and strings were still there, and the special piano skin on the barrel was missing.

The erhu artisan suddenly appeared at the door with his hair disheveled, trying to escape, and when he saw many neighbors surrounding the door, he immediately called for help.

"Liu Blacksmith...rescue someone..."

In the end, after shouting a sentence, he was pulled back by something. Before the neighbors came forward, a strange and beautiful girl in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared at the door and grabbed the erhu craftsman and beat him violently, and the neighbors stopped.

Maybe after three breaths of silence, the neighbors resumed the noise with a bang and dispersed.

The one who should beat the child beats the child, the one who should teach the disciples to stir-fry the vegetables, the barber packs up the stall and packs the load and goes home, and the yellow dog continues to bark at the fat cat on the wall, as if the tranquility just now was just an illusion.

Originally, I wanted to go to the brothel to see the girl casually. Maybe it was fate. I followed the peculiar smell of snakes and found this shop selling erhu musical instruments.

You You Qi, the craftsman, was selling snake skins to the two snake demons.

"Did the two young ladies buy erhu? All I use are the finest snakeskins from the Southern Wilderness. I'm not bragging about it. Snakeskins can only retain their spirituality if they are skinned alive, and they have to be old snakes. The two girls... oh... oh oh..."

He didn't kill anyone, he just beat him up and reproduced the characteristics of a snake demon to scare him. It is estimated that he will sincerely change his career in the second half of his life.

The neighbors originally planned to help, but they found out that it was a young girl who did it. They turned around and left immediately and were too lazy to answer. If it was a man who beat someone, he would definitely help the neighbors to fight back. What kind of thing is a baby, it's not a joke to die when others know it.

The screams were quiet, and the girl in white and the girl in blue slammed the door shut and walked away.

The artisan cried heartbreakingly...

Tomorrow, we are going to meet to negotiate the alliance. In the evening, Bai Yujun and Qingling found a home to stay in a filthy inn, and they went to bed early in the morning.

On the other hand, the future emperor was soaked in Wenrou Township and completely forgot the purpose of coming to Dongcheng.

Inn.

Bai Yujun turned her head and looked out of the window in a certain direction. She saw a scene that no one else could see. She saw a yellow emperor's aura shining like a torch in the night sky.

Qingling sleeps on the bed and Bai Yujun sleeps on the soft couch, so she can't sleep together. Qingling likes to push on the quilt when she sleeps...

In the room, the fluorescent and translucent clones all over their bodies are patrolling silently with horizontal knives. They can be used as both an alert and a light. The clone technique is really good, and it can also eliminate mosquitoes.

Then, a mosquito flew towards a certain white.

hum...

"stop……"

Swish~! The blade just cut off the mosquito and stopped instantly, almost slashing a white belly with two fingers. The expressionless avatar who only followed the order put away the horizontal knife and continued to sway around the room.

Bai Yujun has a headache...

……

The two forces are about to form an ally.

The future Human Sovereign, who is still just a general at present, cannot represent the Central Plains Human Race, nor the Demon King Bai Yujun can represent the Southern Wilderness Demon Race, so it can only be regarded as an alliance between two forces, not between races. This move is bound to have an impact on the world. It is unclear whether there was an alliance in ancient times, and this is the first time in modern times.

An alliance is the most unreliable thing. There are countless examples of human races tearing up agreements in history.

Humans can't trust monsters, and monsters can't trust humans. It's just a situation that is limited by the situation. If you face greater interests in the future, you will inevitably turn your face. An agreement written on paper is a covenant when it is used, and a waste paper when it is useless. .

General Jiang came to Dongcheng with a team of 3,000 elites with bright armor and bright weapons. In addition to guarding safety, he could also take the opportunity to show his strength. He saved his mind to show off in front of the demon king. He did not believe that demon beasts would have well-trained Soldiers.

The elite soldiers set up a battle around the Dong Mansion as a guard of honor.

The gorgeous palace-like banquet hall in the Dong Mansion is properly furnished. From the style, it can be seen that the family has a deep heritage. The decoration is luxurious, elegant and noble. General Jiang is dressed in neat clothes and quietly sips tea. The newly received concubine is in charge of serving him.

At the gate, Wen Xu was anxiously waiting to see the shadow of the demon king.

Being bored at leisure, the future emperor waiting in the hall suddenly blindfolded on a whim and chased and played with his concubine...

The demon king is still waiting outside~www.wuxiamtl.com~ However, Bai Yujun and Qingling have already appeared outside the living room of the mansion. They didn't know where they were. Because a disciple of Zixu was standing at the door, it was concluded that the future emperor was here.

Pan Hongzu saw the white-clothed woman who suddenly appeared, with double horns on her forehead, no doubt it was Bai Jiao, the third disciple of Qingxu Sect, and signaled to the guards not to worry about tidying up her robes to greet her.

"Pan Hongzu, Zixu, I have met Elder Taishang."

Chen Jia next to him looked up at the sky and took small steps around the door, pretending to be deep...

Bai Yujun and Qingling have a keen sense of hearing. The hall seemed to be joking and joking, and there was a young girl listening to the voice. No wonder Chunyang disciples and Western monks were not waiting inside, but stood outside to blow air.

"It turned out to be Zixu's lineage, I wronged you."

Pan Hongzu was so grateful that he almost asked Bai Yujun for help and let him go back to the mountain.

Originally wanted to stand at the door and coughed twice to let the inside hear, but just after talking with Zixu's disciple, he suddenly saw Qingling standing at the door of the hall with his hand on the door...

With a slight push, the door opened.

The general, chasing his concubine, suddenly heard the door open, pulled up the cloth, and looked at each other with a dozen pairs of eyes outside the door.

Qing Ling smiled awkwardly, raised her hand and closed the door...

Bai Yujun felt that it was necessary to let him properly feel what a setback in life is.

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