Return from the second dimension

At the end of a remote street in Snowman City, there is a shop that looks very humble.

Very few customers come and go here every day, it can be said that most of the day, here is in a state of leisure.

Even if one came by accident, he would come in and leave, but anyone who stayed for a long time was dressed up as a mysterious god.

The owner of the store never seems to worry about business matters. When there are customers, he will greet him. When there are no customers, he will sit at the door, chatting with neighbors or staring at the sky alone.

Today, as usual, the shop owner opened the door of the shop early, simply cleaned up the garbage at the door, and sat at the door watching.

It seems that it is quite fun for him to look at the passers-by.

A little bit of time passed, and when the sun finally shone on this remote street, the originally cold atmosphere was quickly dissipated.

After sitting at the door of the shop for a long time, he slowly stood up, preparing to return to his shop.

At this moment, a steady sound of footsteps came from the end of the street, reverberating continuously on the street.

When the boss who was about to enter the shop heard the sound of footsteps, he slowly turned his head and looked at the direction of the sound.

Under the sun, a shadow is slowly approaching.

Of course, this is not a real shadow, but a group of people when they are moving, but it looks like a black shadow, exuding a breath of palpitations.

They all wore black cloaks, covering their faces, and they could faintly see the black armors wearing them while walking.

For this style of battle armor, the residents of Xueman City are very familiar with it, because this is the standard equipment of the Demon Race outside the sky, very powerful and domineering.

Compared with ordinary Saint Dragon City fighters, these people who appeared in front of them were obviously higher-level existences!

The demons outside the sky call him the lord, and the native monks are more accustomed to call him "holy" or demigod!

Randomly picked one of them, all possessed quite strong strength, and could definitely dominate the mainland.

But in Holy Dragon City, they are just one of thousands of warriors, following the legion to fight in all directions!

The residents on the street felt a little strange to these Holy Dragon City monks who suddenly appeared, but no one dared to come forward and ask questions, just silently watching them with cold eyes.

The street wasn't long, and it didn't take long before these Holy Dragon City monks walked to a shop and stopped slowly.

This shop is the one where business is average on weekdays, and it can even be said to be quite deserted.

"What do these Holy Dragon City monks want to do?"

In the hearts of the onlookers, Qi Qi had such thoughts, wanting to see what happens next.

The owner of this shop, an old guy with a crooked face but a smile on his face, was turning his head and squinting at the monk of the Holy Dragon City standing at his door.

"You guys, I don't know what you want to buy. Did you go to the wrong door?"

Even in the face of a powerful lord master, this old man who looked no different from ordinary people did not have a trace of tension on his face, and his tone was the same in peace.

But in the eyes of others, this is the biggest difference, the difference from ordinary people!

Changing an ordinary person in the position of the shop owner, facing these powerful Holy Dragon City Lords, will become helpless, and the tone will not be so calm.

Those neighbors who claimed to be familiar with the shop owner in the past suddenly felt strange to each other, as if they did not know each other a bit!

A gust of wind didn't know where it came from, and it would roll the hood of the first Holy Dragon City lord, revealing a young man's face.

This is a resolute face, with slender eyebrows into the temples, cold and firm eyes, long hair tied into a ponytail showing a weird white color.

He looked up at the shop owner, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "When I came here, I naturally wanted to buy something!"

"But my vision is very high, and ordinary things won't fit into my eyes!"

The shop owner heard the words, nodded gently, and made a gesture of inviting in.

The Holy Dragon City monk headed by nodded and walked into the shop under the gaze of the onlookers.

A total of five people entered the shop, and the remaining lord monks were guarding outside, looking at the surrounding crowd indifferently.

Under their sharp eyes, those onlookers retreated one after another, or hid for secret observation.

In the shop, the leader of the Holy Dragon City lifted off his hat to reveal his true face, and he was the Qianlong who commanded the monk team.

It's just that his temperament has changed greatly compared to the past, it seems to be more calm, there is a lot of evil spirit between his eyebrows, and his hair has become a rare snow white.

After taking a look at the furnishings of the shop, Qianlong turned his head and looked at the shop owner who was still smiling.

"Ming people don't talk secretly. The purpose of my coming this time is to make a deal with the person behind you!"

Hearing Qianlong’s words, the shop owner nodded and said in a faint tone: "Since your Excellency can find this place, it makes no sense for me to conceal it. So please state your request and discuss whether this can be done. Transactions.

Your identities are extraordinary, and I am worried that I do not have such a big appetite!"

Qianlong nodded, picked up a statue of a god from the shelf of the shop, and twisted it twice.

"I want to know the entrance of His little world and the specific method of entering!"

The shop owner looked at the god statue in Qianlong's hand, with a gleam in his eyes, and then a wry smile.

"Your request is beyond the scope of my ability, I'm afraid I will disappoint you!"

The shop owner shook his head, showing an expression of helplessness.

Qianlong smiled coldly when he heard the words, walked to the shop owner, and said in a faint tone: "As a believer in the god of destruction, Alduin's messenger in Tamriel, you told me that you can't do this. thing!

It seems that you are very incompetent. Would you like me to clean up the door for your master and change to a more competent servant?"

A faint murderous aura radiated from Qianlong's body, causing cold sweat to ooze out of the shop owner's forehead.

He has no doubt about what the young man in front of him said. If he dared to refuse, he would definitely kill him without hesitation!

After the shop owner heard this sentence, the bitter smile on his face became more intense. He lowered his head and pondered for a while, then raised his head to Qianlong and said, "I can try to communicate with the owner. As for whether I can get a response, I will It’s not clear either."

Qianlong nodded and motioned to the other party to be free.

The shop owner took a deep breath and walked to the counter. From a hidden corner, he pulled out a metal-cast idol, resembling a giant dragon.

This is the god that the shop owner believes in, the devourer of the world whose mission is to destroy this world, the indigenous god Alduin!