Getting stronger starts with owning the system

And the Zijian inserted in Yun Fan's body was also taken out by Mu Cangxun with magical powers, and finally shattered into the tiniest iron dust.

The man who claimed to be a kitchen repairer lifted the two of them back to the inn with divine thoughts. The same also had their weapons, floating in the air one by one, moving rhythmically with Mu Cangxun's steps.

It's just that the location of Huo Xuanlang's corpse had been changed.

The flame dissipated, revealing a small yellow paper man with a hole in his chest, and his body was charred.

The real Huo Xuanlang used the last bit of strength to activate the puppet to escape.

But Mu Cangxun's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care about it.

The footsteps faded away, and the heavy rain came again, and the little paper man was finally wetted and turned into pieces of paper on bluestone.

The rain before the stage continues until dawn.

The autumn rain is continuous and the autumn wind is miserable.

It seems that everything has become bleak and cold with the word Qiu.

"Tuk! Tuk!-Boom!"

"On the second shift, flooding the street, don't forget to collect your clothes before going to bed."

The watchman wore a rain hat and walked in the streets of the town, beating the bamboo clapper gong, and yelling at will. The sound was almost covered by the sound of rain, regardless of whether the surrounding residents could hear it or not.

This is an ancient profession.

It is said that in ancient times, people on the mainland had not yet mastered the power of cultivation. In order to drive away the sneaky souls who wandered in the dark night, there was born a man who beats the gong and holds the lantern.

Running in the dark, scaring the undead with the sound of clapper gongs, not only tells the time, but also keeps one side safe.

But nowadays, watchmen are nothing more than meager money, laborious and unthankful chores in the eyes of people, and only some elderly widows and widows choose to make a living.

Geng Lubo walked on Fulu Street, which is a veritable place for Fulu in the small town. Every household on this street is not wealthy and has many industries.

He walked through those high walls and deep courtyards and gates with vermilion lacquer, his eyes were full of envy and reminiscence, and he sighed, not knowing how much bitterness was hidden.

When he was young, he was also the elder brother of a gracious family.

Until one day, two practitioners flew over his yard from nowhere and fought.

In an instant, as if the end had come, the day fell into the deadly darkness, the birds, dogs and pheasants called desperately, running out like crazy, rolling clouds covering the sky, as if a storm that could tear everything down from the sky.

Uncle Lu still clearly remembers that at that moment, the sky rises up with a gorgeous ball of light, like the second sun above Qingming, the outer side of the giant ball is burning with flames, and the purple thunder is constantly shooting, and the space is all The bombardment was twisted and wrinkled.

Then, there were so few fierce and ferocious lightnings, aiming at his house and blasting down.

In the terrible loud noise, he felt his body extremely light, his whole body seemed to be flying, and the blood all over his body was flowing backwards, from hot to cold.

He completely lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he had just crawled out of the accumulated ruins after nine deaths. He saw the scorched earth and the corpses lying in the ruins. Hundreds of people in the Lu family died innocently overnight.

His home just disappeared.

Lucky Gou survived, only his head was hit hard.

From then on, he would always be unable to remember things clearly, and would suddenly become stupid, and gradually degenerate from a rich son to an ordinary watchman, but he always remembered the horror scene of his family’s destruction and the two practitioners’ It looks like this pain will repeat itself in the dream every day and night.

And because of their private grievances, the two practitioners who inadvertently affected hundreds of people did not give him a verbal apology, let alone expect any compensation.

It's like just walking on the road and stepping on a bunch of ants, raising their feet, frowning, and feeling dirty.

Uncle Lu, who pulled out of his memory, straightened the rain hat above his head with his hand, and continued to walk in the wind and rain, beating the clapper gong, his vicissitudes of life said those words that had been repeated for more than ten years.

At this moment, he walked to the side door of a big house, suddenly stopped, and looked at the pair of lanterns with the word "Jia" in it, a little confused.

Something seemed to be heard through the heavy rain curtain.

Very grumpy, fierce, and very gossiping desire.

He stepped forward and pressed his ear to the door.

"Trash thing! It's not my old lady who has managed this house these years, just what big things you can do!" This is the voice of the famous tigress in the town, Wang, "You were originally just a small owner of an ordinary restaurant, and you are destined to be poor. Fate, who has the property today! Don’t you know it in your heart!"

"Snapped!"

With a sharp, crisp sound, as if something had been broken, another man with a thick voice roared: "Then you take your money and let me go! Lao Tzu is not rare! Don't think that I am true. Don't dare to give you up, I have been holding you for the sake of my precious son!"

"Oh, the surname is Jia, since you have said so, let's open the skylight to speak up. Just look like your bed is soft and incompetent, and you seem to be really your seed? You have such a big face. !"

"What are you talking about! You bitch! How dare you steal a man! I killed you!"

There was another series of sharp and crisp noises, mixed with the screams of the two people, pushing and pushing, and the screams of the servants and servants.

This chaos continued for a while, only to hear Wang's angry voice: "Boom out this old thing! Originally, my old lady was a little scrupulous about outsiders' gossip. Now that she has torn her face, don't blame me for not talking Face it!"

Jia Baogen was still yelling, and the voice was getting closer and closer to the side door. Suddenly he heard a squeak, the side door was opened from the inside, and Lu Bo hurriedly hid aside, only to see a figure surrounded by several burly servants. I caught my body, dragged it out, and then fell into the rain.

"Master Jia, I'm sorry, we only listen to Mrs. Jia's words. The whole Jia mansion is up and down, and we only listen to her." The servant smiled and said to Jia Baogen who fell into the quagmire.

Immediately, with a slap, the side door of Jia's house was heavily closed.

"Open the door! Open the door! Why won't my home let me in!"

"Open the door, this is my home!"

Jia Baogen beat the door unwillingly and shouted hoarsely, but even if his voice became hoarse, his eyes were red and swollen, his fists were bleeding, and the pain was numb, there would never be a sound from him in this deep house.

"The surname Wang, you must not die, you must not die!"

"It's not that you don't report, the hour has not arrived!"

This honest man sat slumped on the muddy ground, tore off his luxurious brocade, stumbled up, and walked in the rainy night.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky at just the right moment, and the sky turned white. Under the shining light, his rickety figure looked helpless and miserable, not knowing where to drift with the autumn rain.

Uncle Lu sighed again, shook his head, retracted his neck into his clothes, and left.