Every day the puppet is playing dead

The two never mentioned what happened that night again.

Chongyu took off the uniform of Qing Yunzong's disciples and changed into a set of black clothes.

He and Yuan Wuxin walked in the direction of Lingxian Pavilion. At first glance, they were just ordinary casual cultivators.

Along the way, Chongyu said very little. He and Yuan Wuxin seemed to be back when he was pretending to be puppets. If Yuan Wuxin didn't ask him, Chongyu wouldn't say a word.

He and Yuan Wuxin are always separated by three or two steps, the two of them are in front of each other, and the rhythm of breathing and walking is extremely tacit.

Not far from Lingxian Pavilion is a city.

The scale of the city is small, and it belongs to Baihua Valley not far from Lingxian Pavilion.

Since most people came here, they hoped that Dao Lingxian Pavilion would seek medical advice, or divination about the future. Therefore, there was a mixed bag of fish and dragons in this city, and it was not very peaceful.

The guard at the gate of the city held a straw in his mouth, and looked the two of them up and down. After he glanced at Yuan Wuxin for a few times, he focused his gaze on Chongyu's face. After a few seconds, the guard looked Confuse:

"You look familiar."

Chong Yu stayed for a few seconds.

Then, he remembered that he died nearby, and there was quite a commotion before his death.

And because he made a lot of noise, the neighborhood was once covered with his portraits.

Of course, the portrait is to arrest him.

In the memory of looking for Chongyu, there were a lot of bonuses for arresting him at the beginning, which caused no matter where he went, as long as people saw him, they would all look like wolves who smelled blood, and each one was ugly and wanted to bite him down. A piece of his body.

It must have been that crazy experience back then that impressed the guards deeply on him.

For a moment, Chongyu didn't know what expression to make——

He has been dead for so long, and there are still so many people who remember him... He is inexplicably proud.

At the same time, Chongyu couldn't help but sweat in the current situation.

"It's just a puppet."

When Chongyu was in a daze, Yuan Wuxin gave the guard some money without changing his face, and then to prove his statement, he pulled Chongyu over and removed Chongyu's hand in front of the guard.

Chong Yu: "..."

This move was really unexpected. The guards gathered and stared bitterly at Chongyu's empty wrist for a long time. Finally, the guard who took the money sighed:

"Brother, your obsession is a bit strange."

Some monks in this world have weird personalities. They will make puppets or directly teach/teach human beings to satisfy their desires.

If it is a puppet, what the face looks like, what the body looks like, naturally adjust with the owner.

If it is not human... Some monks just like to challenge to pick off thorny wild roses.

In this city, there are all kinds of teachings and all kinds of things. The guards have seen people with eccentricities, and there are eight hundred if not one thousand, so he easily believed that Chongyu was just a "puppet" who had no sense and was controlled by Yuan Wuxin, without further questioning , Let the two of them enter the city.

After entering the city, Chongyu looked around in surprise:

The city is noisy and bustling, and there are various vendors on both sides of the road.

Some vendors have their own storefronts and sell things well;

Some vendors just spread a piece of cloth on the ground and start raising prices on the ground.

A peddler with a storefront dislikes a peddler who sells things casually on the ground, and occupies the position at his door. Therefore, on the street, two peddlers can often be seen standing at the door of the store and spraying each other, saliva splashing, cursing anxiously, the two People can still move.

When doing it, some vendors were smashed, so messy things flew everywhere.

And every time there was a quarrel, everyone next to them seemed to be familiar with it, and those who liked to watch the excitement would even bring melon seeds to eat.

When the quarreling two people have almost quarreled, or one of them is almost beaten, the guards of the city will be late, stir up the mud, and each of them will hit fifty big boards, and then leave in Shi Shiran .

In this way, even if a fight is over.

After there was nothing to look at, the crowd who were watching the excitement dispersed.

Chong Yu was taken aback for such a casual scene, he didn't understand why the city was still in chaos after all this happened.

No one beat the guards?

Chong Yu was too shocked and curious, he focused all his attention on both sides of the road along the way, so that he looked even more dazed, and almost stepped on Yuan Wuxin's heels several times.

Yuan Wuxin noticed Chongyu's absent-mindedness behind him, he turned his head and glanced, and asked:

"What are you thinking about?"

Chong Yu stood there dumbfounded, he stroked his thoughts for a long time, and then asked:

"This is where?"

He wants to ask a lot, such as who is the owner of this city, so capricious;

Also, why are there so many people coming to this city;

Why did this city give him the feeling of a black market.

Yuan Wuxin raised his eyebrows, but instead of answering Chongyu's question immediately, he stretched out a hand, pinched Chongyu's chin, and said:

"Yes, keep it like this, remember, you are here, just a puppet controlled by me."

Chong Yu: "..."

He moved his mouth, wanting to spit at Yuan Wuxin, but thinking about what happened at the gate of the city before, he became very obedient and nodded at Yuan Wuxin.

Playing a puppet is pretending to be dead and in a daze, which is what he is best at.

Yuan Wuxin withdrew his hand in satisfaction, then walked in one direction while explaining:

"In this city, there is someone from me who can directly provide the flowers in the Valley of Hundred Flowers...that is, the key to Lingxian Pavilion."

As a Demon Lord, Yuan Wuxin not only simply controls the Demon Realm, but he still has an eyeliner in the Human Realm.

This is the case in the other two worlds, and this is a rule that everyone defaults to.

As long as it is not too outrageous, all the leaders of the Three Realms will turn a blind eye to the eyeliner.

According to the rules of the Lingxian Pavilion, if you want to find the Lingxian Pavilion, you must either find a flower that interests the Lingxian Pavilion, or go to the Flower Valley to find the flower they designated.

Of these two options, the former option is difficult, and the latter is a little easier, thus giving birth to a kind of middleman——

"Flowers".

What Yuan Wuxin was looking for was the "flower seeker".

These are not mentioned for now.

After listening to Yuan Wuxin's explanation, Chongyu was full of doubts. After thinking about it for a while, he temporarily swallowed his doubts back.

After all, it is very strange for a puppet to suddenly crackle and speak in public.

The two walked silently for a long time. After walking through the bustling streets, Yuan Wuxin took Chongyu to the southeast.

After turning a corner, the surrounding atmosphere changed a lot.

Get ambiguous... and weird.

If the streets after entering the city are noisy and bustling, there is only a thick fragrance of powder and sticky sight left here.

There are flower buildings on both sides of the street. There are men and women in the flower buildings, drunk, charming voices one after another, and winking eyes like silk. They look at the two newcomers who have just entered here with malicious and curious eyes.

Chongyu had never experienced such a scene before, he silently quickened his pace, and followed Yuan Wuxin closely.

Yuan Wuxin didn't look sideways, her footsteps were firm, and it seemed that she was going straight to her destination.

"Help ah ah ah!"

There was a sudden shout not far away, and a figure suddenly ran out from the corner.

The man with disheveled hair and a frightened face ran straight towards Yuan Wuxin and Chongyu.

When Chong Yu saw that person running directly over, a strange feeling rose in his heart——

Someone escaped from Huajie. This seems to be a necessary plot in every movie, TV series and novel.

Yuan Wuxin stopped in his tracks, and he lazily glanced at the person running over. When the person was about to bump into him, he turned sideways, as if he didn't want to get involved;

Chongyu hesitated for a moment, and glanced at the group of strong men chasing after that person. As an exquisite egoist, he thought that he should not be involved in this turmoil from the perspective of maximizing his interests.

Just when Chongyu was about to follow Yuan Wuxin's sideways approach, the man ran in front of Chongyu, he glanced at Chongyu inadvertently, then his eyes lit up, and he stopped straight in front of Chongyu:

"Are you a player?"

Chongyu was stunned for a moment, and the foot that was about to step back stopped, and he groaned in doubt:

"Ok?"

"I? %575%..."

The man was agitated, he couldn't care about his own embarrassment, and there were pursuers behind him. After muttering a lot, he finally said clearly,

"Are you also a player who crossed into the game?"

Chong Yu was at a loss.

He seriously looked at the person in front of him——

To be honest, the person in front of him is a boy, very handsome, a head shorter than him, with round almond eyes, and looks very tender.

How should I put it... If you look at the posture of the group of people falling behind him, you might think that the one who fled is some stunning beauty.

Also, the "player" in his mouth?

How can this be discerned?

You know, the game Chong Yu played back then was a stand-alone game.

"Don't try to deny it, I saw it, you have a name frame on your head!"

Seeing that Chongyu was silent, the boy stomped his feet and grabbed Chongyu's hand, his little face turned pale with anxiety,

"You save me!"

"Player?"

After listening to the conversation between the two, Yuan Wuxin, who was standing aside, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Chongyu.

Chong Yu was silent for two seconds, and said sincerely to Yuan Wuxin:

"I don't know him, really."

While the three were talking, the group of strong men chasing the boy finally arrived.

Seeing the boy standing next to the two monks, the leading strong man hesitated for a moment, and decided to salute first and then fight.

He walked to Yuan Wuxin respectfully, and bowed his hands to Yuan Wuxin:

"My lord, can you return him to the little one?"

Hearing this, the boy immediately hid behind Chongyu.

Chong Yu frowned, he looked back at the boy hiding behind him, and then turned his head to look at the group of strong men in front of him.

Yuan Wuxin looked at the strong man in front of him playfully, and said:

"How much, I bought it."

The headed strong man showed a embarrassed expression, and he said:

"This... my lord, you misunderstood, he is not the young lady here."

"Oh?"

"He's a liar."

The leading strong man was very angry. He stared at the boy and said,

"He lied to our young master, saying that he has the blood of the gods on his body, and he sold the blood to our young master to make medicine, which ended up destroying a batch of elixir!"

"Hey, I didn't lie to you."

The boy stuck his head out from behind Chongyu and shouted,

"I do have the blood of the Protoss."

"Then why don't you say that you are a mixed blood! The other blood is the demon race!"

A vein popped out of the strong man's forehead.

"You didn't ask."

The boy is confident.

After saying this, the angry brawny man rolled up his sleeves and prepared to retreat, but Yuan Wuxin's words interrupted them——

Yuan Wuxin's tone was somewhat dangerous:

"Now refining medicine, you need to find different bloodlines, and use bloodlines as medicine?"