Otherworldly Merchant

The first time I looked at Jiang Daqi, he gave me a look.

Though he didn't speak, I understood what he meant. He was a little worried about what Jiang Da Fish was really about!

Don't forget the identity of Jiang Da Fish. That's the elder of Longquan Mountain! Even Dragon Qing Qiu should be congratulated on shouting to Uncle Shi.

Why would he help us?

Is this really about saving a thousand miles from murder? Is it really to stop the autumn wind from going wild?

On one side were his decades-old brothers, who grew up in his eyes in the Qing Qing Qiu Dynasty, and even in the Dragon Springs Mountains, where he was effective.

On the other side are thousands of ordinary people who don't know each other, as well as our two enemies.

Will he really choose to be on our side?

What's he up to?

This old man is such a trick, and his steps are all calculations. Can you really trust him?

And I nodded firmly at the first glance.

I believe in the big fish!

Because Hatsukichi didn't know that Jiang Dayi and I had another identity.

We are all nine-Phantom disciples. He is my brother, and I am his doorman.

He tried to do it to me several times in the Usuri River, but eventually saved my life with the jade of the crown, and then I killed myself to bring him out.

On his knees in the small fishing village, accompanied by that long sigh, the four words of the Nine Phantoms Lord had become the only label he had put on me.

“Fenglin is the Lord” is not a play.

“There is no more summer” is not an empty phrase.

Since then, Xia Wushuang has ceased to exist, only Jiang Daqi has lived in the world!

Jiuyu disciple Jiang Daqi!

Don't look at him now, but in this great battle, if you really want to hurt us, it's easy.

Six Hidden Hall masters, three elders Autumn wind chopped...

He sends a random message, and we die all our lives.

Even if he doesn't do anything, he doesn't say anything. If we keep breaking in on our own, most of us won't be able to live. There's no need to play tricks at all.

Jiang Daqi stood up after knocking on the cigarette bag, pretending he didn't see some strange colour in the first place. “To destroy the Great Battle, you have to destroy at least five statues of the Happy God in a row. But before we go to the next level, let's go back and get rid of the tail. ”

“Tail?” I'm a little confused.

“What, you don't give a shit about that Asako face?” Jiang Daqi looked at me with Chu: “According to the time, Daoist Yellow Shirt will be back soon. Don't look at him holding the Lingyun sword like a good image, but he could be far off. ”

Oh, really?

Li Mazi was sent out by Jiang Daqi to stare at the Yellow Shirt Taoist on the Oiki Bridge.

If you really hit that guy right now, a few more Lee Ma Zi won't be enough!

Although Jiang Dayi said that the Yellow Shirt Daoist, apart from the Bu algorithm, was not very good at fixing things. But this is in his eyes, and judging by the hidden killing of others in the hall, but for Li Mazi, that is a master he has never seen before.

If this shipment doesn't know if it's alive or dead, with a sword in his hand, he attacks the Yellowshirt Taoist proactively...

“Let's go!” I dared not think down, hurrying up the stairs and rushing out of the temple.

Outside the red line in front of the door, the unconscious villagers still stood neatly, and those ‘men' who had their souls cut off by the seven inches of Buddha lay on the ground in chaos.

Fundamentally, they're long gone!

Whether or not you can completely destroy this Banyamu Dynasty, these zombie-shaped guys, along with that weird reincarnated village, don't need any more!

But I don't have time for this. Straight through the crowd, running all the way down the mountain.

“You guys, go ahead... I can't get my heels on this leg.” Jiang Daqi, who was dumped behind him, gasped and shouted, “Watch out for his crow! ”

“Got it! Don't worry, take your time.” I kept walking and echoed from afar.

Soon after, I and Hatsumomo went back to the uniwood bridge, which was filled with mutilated bodies.

Leftovers are guttered and smelly.

It was no different than when it came, but the green bamboo on the top was gone.

And there's no sign of Lee!

“Asako!” I immediately panicked and feared being overheard by the Daoist in yellow shirt, shouting down my voice.

“Asako...” Hatsumomo whispered with his hands covered in a trumpet.

Nobody answered.

Now that I am a little restless, I have taken a dozen steps backwards and am about to jump down the deep trench to find my way.

Hatsumomo stopped me: “Jiulin, don't worry, Asako should be fine. ”

“What do you mean?” I had some strange twists to ask.

“Look!” pointed to the groove: “The bamboo was cut from this side, and although the cut was very flat, it appeared to have been cut several times, which should be Li Mazi's fault. ”

I looked closely at it, and it did.

The flat cut indicates that the bamboo-cutting weapon is sharp and has been cut several times in a row, indicating that it is under-powered.

Even if the cultivation of the Yellowshirt Taoist is worse, it is still one of the members of the Hidden Church. It's not so hard to cut a bamboo, is it?

Without a doubt, this is what Mako Lee did!

But why did he cut bamboo? Didn't Jiang Daqi ask him to keep an eye on Taoist Yellow Shirt? As soon as he came back, he returned to deliver the letter? Now, if he chops bamboo, it's like telling someone what's going on here.

By then, the Yellowshirt Daoist ran away and sent out a message. Jiang Dayi's plan, my efforts and those of the first year can be completely soup.

What the hell is this guy doing?

Besides, let's keep an eye on you here. What about you? Where have you been?

When I think about it, my worries disappear half the time, and I'm angry.

Do you know what this place is?

Do you know how dangerous this place is?

Whatever you can't do to help, you can't keep messing around!

“Hmm? Coming!” Suddenly, Hatsumomo seemed to have noticed something, his eyes staring straight ahead, bending over and pressing his lower back to his voice.

Although I haven't seen anyone yet, I also know that he must be referring to the Yellow Shirt Taoist, and for the time being, I can't stand to complain about Li Mazi, shrinking away and looking forward.

Gaga!

There was a crow screaming across the street, followed by five or six fat big crows flying from afar.

These crows are both fat and fat, and they shake and shake, as if they would fall at any moment.

One after the other, he pounced into the cadaver ditch, and a large mouthful of peckers picked up the cadavers, but he also had a delicious taste for diamonds, especially eyeballs and guts.

Looks like these guys used to treat this place like a delicious cafeteria.

“The heavens are not deserted, the earth is not old, the little hands are just right. ”

“The sea does not wither, the stones do not rot. I have a long way to go...”

There was a humming noise on the distant highway.

Strange words come out of that drunken, ragged voice. It's as bad as it sounds.

But the guy seemed very proud, singing two words, laughing twice, and praising himself: “Wonderful, wonderful! Wonderful! Ha-ha-ha...”

Immediately after a yellow man appeared on a distant highway.

Closer and clearer.

It's a tall, skinny old way, with few hair on his head, but a long one, with a thin, ridiculous haircut over his head, dressed in an oily yellow robe. Hold the gourd with one hand, grab something with the other, take two steps, sip and sing a few more words.

It's supposed to be the Taoist in the Yellow Shirt.

Chu and I glanced at each other while holding the sword and staring closely at him.

A little closer, this guy actually had half an arm in his hand, and the meat on it had been drained by the blood he had eaten.

He wiped a drop of blood from his beard and sang drunkenly: "Tastes good, human flesh tastes good. It's a name, you can't do it without wine...”