Strange World Survival Manual

He just saw a person who looked like Yan Ling walking through the crowd, but the person was a little thin and did not match Yan Ling's figure.

"Maybe I got the wrong person." Li Si smiled at Zhang Yuan and continued to drink porridge, but he felt a little uneasy and thought about when to go to Wang's house to visit.

"Oh." Zhang Yuan nodded and continued to drink porridge.

"Are you the Little Sword Immortal?" At this time, a rough middle-aged man walked up to Li Si and looked at him with a smile.

"Little Sword Immortal?" Li Si looked at the strong man in astonishment. He didn't understand what he was talking about, so he shook his head: "I am not the Little Sword Immortal. You have recognized the wrong person."

"Aren't you?" Seeing Li Si say this, the middle-aged man frowned and looked at a thin young man at the table far away.

When the thin young man saw the middle-aged man looking over, he quickly ran to the middle-aged man, pointed at Li Sidao:

"This man is the Little Sword Immortal. Yesterday he defeated the only son of the Sword Master. Before the sword arrived, the sword's intention had already arrived. It directly killed the courage of the only son of the Sword Master and frightened him so much that he peed his pants."

Hearing the words of the middle-aged and thin man, Li Si immediately understood that this little sword fairy was a nickname given to him by people nearby after the news about what he did yesterday spread.

This made him dumbfounded, and he didn't know what sword intent the thin man was talking about, so how could he still spread it like a nose and an eye.

Zhang Yuan, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Since you are a young swordsman, why don't you admit it?" Seeing the attitude of the two people, the middle-aged man looked cruel and slapped the table with his hand, making a dull sound.

At this slap, all the porridge on the table fell.

Seeing the posture of this strong man, the faint smile on Li Si's face also faded.

This person has come with bad intentions.

As for why we do this, it's just for fame.

He had frightened the sword master's only son yesterday, and his reputation was spread among the people nearby. And when this man saw that he was just a weak scholar, he wanted to use his reputation to rise to the top.

At the same time, he can also please the sword master, so why not do it.

"You said what happened yesterday was done by me." Li Si said slowly.

Seeing Li Si's admission, the strong man showed joy and said: "Then you are the little sword fairy. Do you dare to compete with me, Black Wind Luo Wen?"

"Not interested." Li Si glanced at him lightly and prepared to ask Zhang Yuan to leave together.

He really has no interest in fighting this man. Unless he kills him, he won't get a soul point.

But now that he was in the city, he couldn't kill this strong man, so there was no point in fighting him.

"We are scholars, do you want to fight us?" Zhang Yuan stood up and looked at the strong man jokingly.

He was naturally dissatisfied with the strong man interrupting his breakfast, so he ridiculed the man to embarrass him.

When the strong man heard this, his face suddenly turned red, but he was really afraid and did not dare to take action.

And it was at this time that the thin middle-aged man came up to him and whispered in his ear.

When the strong man heard this, his face showed joy, and then a fierce look flashed in his eyes. He picked up the bench and threw it at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan had already stood up and was about to leave towards the door. He turned his back to him and did not react. However, Li Si on the side reacted. He fished his hand in the air and firmly caught the bench that was thrown in the air.

The onlookers saw it and immediately shouted "Hello".

"Give it back to you." Li Si snorted coldly, flicked his hand, and the bench flew towards the man with a sound of breaking through the air.

The bench was fast and urgent. When the strong man heard Li Si's shout, he only had time to protect himself with his hands, and there was no possibility of avoiding it.

The bench came and hit his hands hard. There was a clear sound of bone cracking, and the strong man screamed, and his face immediately turned pale.

Then he fell to the ground and started screaming and howling.

This is because Li Si didn't intend to kill him, otherwise he wouldn't have just cut off his arm.

"Let's go." After finishing this, Li Si took out a few coins from his sleeves and put them on the table, and prepared to leave with Zhang Yuan.

It looked like he had done something trivial.

"He just wanted to hit me with a stool, right?" Zhang Yuan suddenly asked Li Si at this time.

"Yeah." Hearing Zhang Yuan's words, Li Si didn't understand what he meant, but nodded anyway.

Seeing Li Si nodding, Zhang Yuan looked a little ugly and said in a deep voice: "You go first, I have to go to the government office."

"Okay." Li Si nodded slightly, understanding that Zhang Yuan was ready to retaliate.

He was not prepared to stop this. After all, if he hadn't stopped him, Zhang Yuan would have been seriously injured.

There is a cause, there is a result, it is natural.

And it was at this time that the thin young man got into the crowd and disappeared while no one was paying attention to him.

Li Si paid attention, but was too lazy to care about him. His opponents were never humans, but evil spirits, and he was unwilling to focus on these meaningless things.

Then Li Si walked towards Hu Mansion, but halfway there, he stopped and found someone on the road to ask for the way. After asking for the way, he thanked the person and walked in the other direction. Gone.

Not long after, he arrived in front of a mansion.

This mansion is the royal palace.

When Li Si went back before, he always thought that the person he saw while drinking porridge was Yan Ling.

This also made him feel very uneasy, and he always thought it would be better to come here for a visit.

At this time, a man walked out of an alley. As soon as he saw Li Si, he shouted in surprise: "Brother Li."

Hearing the sound, Li Si was startled, turned around and found that the person was Yan Ling.

It's just that Yan Ling's face is red, but she is not as thin as he thought.

"Brother Li, why are you here? Do you want to visit my lady?" At this time, Yan Ling came over and looked at Li Si with a smile.

"Oh... is this your lady's home?" Li Si pretended to be a little strange and looked at the palace beside him, then he said a little surprised and looked at Yan Ling: "I have something to do nearby, and I happened to walk there. Now, I didn’t expect this to be where you live.”

"Haha, it's fate that we met. Why don't you go in and have a sit? We always talk about you." Yan Ling walked over and said with a smile.

"No, no, I still have things to do. Let's visit another day." Li Si looked at Yan Ling apologetically.

Since Yan Ling was fine, there was no need for him to enter the palace to inquire. After all, the Nie family might still be watching him in Zetian Mansion, and he didn't want to bring trouble to them.

"This..." Yan Ling looked at Li Si helplessly. He didn't expect that he would go to this extent to avoid his young lady.

"Let's talk about it another day. By the way, bring this thing with you. Maybe you can use it." Li Si smiled and threw the dragon scale to Yan Ling.

"What is this?" Yan Ling took the thing thrown by Li Si and looked at the crystal scales, feeling a little strange.

Seeing that Yan Ling didn't change much, Li Si breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Yan Ling would encounter some evil spirit, but now it seemed that nothing was wrong.

Then when Yan Ling asked, he explained: "I was thinking, don't we always encounter strange things when we come here? I asked a master in the city to ask for some magic weapons. These are for you."

"This?" Yan Ling looked at the scales in her hand with some weirdness, and then smiled helplessly: "Then Brother Li will be more kind."

"Nothing, just remember to take it with you." Li Si smiled and went back in the direction he came from.

This dragon scale can only deal with low-level evil spirits and ghosts. It is useless to him. It is better to give it to Yan Ling for peace of mind.

Seeing Li Si's back, Yan Ling looked at the scales in his hand and shook his head and laughed. He didn't expect that Li Si, already a scholar, would still believe this.

Then he put the scales in his arms and walked into the palace. No matter what, this was Li Si's heart after all, and he was still prepared to accept it.