Realms In The Firmament

Wan 'er and Xiu 'er muttered at the same time: "Ah? That's kind of weird. ”

“After this sentence, Zhao Pingtian suddenly collapsed?” The white man asked, “What was his expression like? What else did he say? Remember carefully and don't miss a thing! ”

The big man bowed his head and pondered once more, saying carefully that the more he said, the brighter the white boy's eyes became.

And just as he frowned and thought deeply, the wound on his face disappeared at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.

Gradually, the original white face was restored, the handsome face reproduced and the pig's head disappeared.

Finally, the white boy's eyes flashed and muttered: “This wind always amazes me... he has psychic eyes? It's fantastic that someone can possess these powers at these low levels! ”

Wan 'er and Xiu 'er turned their heads at the same time and looked: "Eye of psychic medium? How...”

The white man nodded softly: "Why not! Apart from that, there is no other rational explanation; do you think the killer, Zhao Pingtian, is the kind of infant who is scared or moved by one sentence? ”

Xiu said inexplicably: "The son's words naturally make sense, but the people with psychic eyes in the lower level mask are basically young children, and most of these children are unhealthy because they can see things outside the sun; and as they grow up, the psychic eye's abilities will gradually disappear... this Fengjun is also old, how can they retain it? ”

"If you can keep it, naturally there will be a way to retain it, and practise the Eye of the Spirit Gate. Although it has to be at least occasionally circulated at a very high level, and the number is extremely rare, if the wind comes by chance and has achieved some kind of such a way, then you can explain the so-called strange situation! ”

“Indeed, if the eyes of the spiritual medium can be cultivated and succeeded, not only can you see the things outside the Yang world, but you can even communicate between the two worlds of Yin and Yang, which is no surprise...” Xiu said: "As the general human eye sees it, the ghost word is purely nonsense; however, only those who have reached the level of cultivation will understand that the so-called revolution is real; since the soul really exists, then the ghost, naturally, also exists. ”

Wan 'er nodded and said, “That's good. In this way, the girl Zoe is afraid that Zhao Pingtian's biggest regret lies in her heart, which is also the root cause of his name" Born without love ". And the wind is taking advantage of that. Make Zhao Pingtian fall completely! ”

"I think it's more of a pity than a pity," said Xiu-er. "If it's Zhao Pingtian's favorite person in his life, the one he cares about most, his son, I'll go find out all the information about Zhao Pingtian later, investigate it carefully, and see if it pays off. ”

White said faintly: “In fact, now that we look into it again, it's no use. This Zhao Pingtian has at least 90% of the chance to become the iron pole of the wind. However, the dead sheep make up the prison, it still has its use. We know more about that Zhao Pingtian, and it will be easier to deal with it in the future. ”

Xiu 'er's orders are gone.

"" Since the son is certain that Zhao Pingtian will be the help of Feng Ling, "said Waner," we have another person on our side who can restrain Zhao Pingtian, so that the situation cannot be unbalanced. ”

The white man nodded lightly, endorsing the euphemism of the cloud.

……

Ye Xiao went along with Zhao Pingtian Shuangma, but only walked out seven or eight miles, actually encountered seven or eight waves of heartfelt people who wanted to take the head of Fengjun to collect the reward; but there was no need for Fengjun to personally do it, at this time more than Ye Xiao Xiao Ling's life is safe Zhao Pingbo opened a killing ring, directly killing the blood rolling people.

But it is obviously not the way to proceed, because there are too many people in Starling City who have this idea.

And there will only be more and more.

Zhao Pingtian is the supreme killer. He is still just a human being. Sometimes his manpower is poor. How can he resist the almost endless flow of people from one source?

Later, Ye laughed and simply wore a masked towel.

In the daytime covered with a masked towel, that's really weird, even silly... that sort of thing.

But in this very image, no one is looking for trouble... because no one will think that this big day wearing a masked towel, looks like someone with a neurological illness, is actually the wind throne of the Spirit Palace.

The countless people whose hearts desire the most.

Inspired by the smile of Ye, Zhao Pingtian also wore masked towels.

He is bloodstained at this moment, almost like a man of blood, most importantly, the name of 'Live without Love, the Third World' is so loud, it will definitely be recognized.

If Zhao Pingtian appeared somewhere on a weekday, it would be nothing. Would it be the impatience of living to make a fool of the killer supreme?

However, this moment is different. The previous series of killings has long formed the latest news. Today, as long as Zhao Pingtian is found, the wind throne is found. Such news must be known as long as there are hearts and minds.

Weird to wear a mask, though a little bit of that, but at least nobody recognizes it.

Especially since Ye Xiao has demonstrated before, Zhao Pingtian will follow suit!

So the two of them, in broad daylight, waved across the market in a masked towel for the night pedestrian, walking all the way in many eyes filled with ridicule, laughter, and even compassion.

Instead, he went into a small, remote tavern and finally ended his surprise tour of escort.

The two men rolled over and freely gave the two rides to a poor man on the side of the road and walked into the tavern.

Ye Xiao asked for an elegant room. He walked in with Zhao Pingbo. Even if he took his clothes out of the space ring and changed them, the two people did not stop. The diameter came out of the window between the elegants and the blink disappeared.

Ye chuckled and threw a thousand taels of silver tickets at another tavern not far from the other end of the tavern, wrapping the tavern for a day.

It is far from time to eat and drink, and there is not a single guest in the tavern.

Such a small tavern may not necessarily have a thousand taels of silver in turnover after six months. Today, he accidentally encountered such a large amount of dirt as Ye Jiao. A large fortune-producing master cabinet almost smiled into a daisy blossom. Without saying anything, he closed the door immediately and eventually hid out knowingly even himself.

Once on the doorstep, leave the two gods of wealth inside to talk and talk.

Two people sat opposite each other with a few small dishes in front of them and a few pots of wine beside them, within reach.