Everyone has a strait in their hearts. Mo Ruhui has been in Wangdan Tower for so many years. Although his status in Wangdan Tower is not high, he admires Zhuge Yunmi very much.

In order to protect Wangdan Tower, Mo Ruhui had already planned to kneel down in his heart, but when Nie Wushuang was humiliated and Zhuge Yunmie, Mo Ruhui went out of his way. Even if he died, he could not allow Nie Wushuang to insult the poster.

Nie Wushuang suddenly felt Mo Ruhui's spiritual energy surge, and they were too close to each other.

The third level of the Dan, and the ninth level of Nie Wushuang's foundation building, had an overwhelming advantage. Moreover, Zhuge Yunmio took anger and was determined to kill with one blow.

While Nie Wushuang was slapped in the chest by Mo Ruhui's palm wind, more than a dozen Jiedan monks standing behind him took action at the same time.

Mo Ruhui was knocked away.

Nie Wushuang was also knocked away.

Mo Ruhui hit the counter and shattered, spitting blood in his mouth, and said with a ferocious face: "Those who dare to insult the poster will die!"

Nie Wushuang hit the counter and sprayed two mouthfuls of blood, falling heavily on the wood chips. He saw that there was only incoming air, but no more outgoing air.

Hundreds of monks of Kalpa rush forward together.

The scene suddenly became a mess.

"Your grandma, you are so close, don't you know how to block it?" "Hurry, who has healing pills?" "No, this pill is too bad, who can get the best pills." "Master, don't make any trouble."

A group of black-clothed masked monks began to argue.

Someone cursed: "You just look at Danlou and you will be so proud of your face. A few nonsense will make you laugh?" "Wangdanlou, you don't know how to endure at all? What exactly is Mo Ruhui? How can you climb to the position of your Wangdanlou guardian?"

Someone said again: "Nie Wushuang is too fucking unethical. I am not from Wangdan Tower and can't help it." "Yes, Nie Wushuang is too much this time."

Someone else said: "If you want to blame, you are too stupid. Who doesn't know that Nie Wushuang did it on purpose? Ah?"

Someone shouted: "Hurry, hurry, stop fucking arguing, it's really impossible."

...

Nie Wushuang turned his breath from outside to inside, trying hard to feel whether there were strong people coming outside. He tried his best to pretend to be dying just to paralyze these gangs of Jindan monks.

"Mo Ruhui, this palm is so beautiful. I will scold you next time, so I will pay attention." Nie Wushuang thought in his heart.

A group of people are in chaos, but the sect's strict orders are not a joke. These people have been restraining each other for so long, who dares to steal people easily?

Nie Wushuang woke up, and he didn't dare not wake up because he found that these elixirs were really human spirits. It was obvious that someone could see that his injuries were not serious. After a pile of pills was poured in, handfuls of spirit stones were stuffed into his mouth. In the end, what was even more terrifying was that a bunch of people were scrambling to transport spiritual energy to Nie Wushuang.

The key is that these people seem to have done it on purpose, and they have been tossing endlessly.

The spirit stone was stuffed into his mouth directly, and Nie Wushuang felt that his mouth was full of salty smell. How could he give people such a spirit stone?

Alas, there was no fight like this. Nie Wushuang knew that his level of scolding still needs to be strengthened; but now it is not useful, there is no one to respond to the outside, and there is no fight inside.

So Nie Wushuang woke up. He pretended to look confused at the man in black around him and said, "Where am I? Who am I? Who are you?"

Someone shouted: "It's bad, Nie Wushuang was beaten and lost his memory."

Many people stepped forward, and the spiritual energy rushed into Nie Wushuang's body.

"His grandpa is nothing, I'm pretending." "Wu Shuang, you can't do this. Look at us, it's really not easy. Don't pretend. If you have so many skills in the Killing Pills, don't play these tricks."

Nie Wushuang had enough fun. To be precise, Nie Wushuang felt it was boring. The main reason was that the man in black just now made him completely lose his confidence in escape. In addition, the responder had not appeared, which made Nie Wushuang feel confused: Who is the responder?

Lying in the arms of a bunch of black-clothed Jiedan monks, Nie Wushuang felt a little disgusted, suddenly stood up, swept around Jiedan monks who gathered together three layers inside and three layers inside and three layers inside and three layers inside and sighed, "What are you doing around me?"

The monks in black-clothed Jedan made way out.

Nie Wushuang was no longer interested in staying in Wangdan Tower for a while, and walked out in despair.

The group of black-clad Jedan monks looked at each other and followed each other, no one paid attention to Wangdan Tower anymore.

Walking on the wide street, many people looked at Nie Wushuang and the densely packed black-clothed masked monks behind him, and they all gave way with fear.

Nie Wushuang felt more and more annoyed as he walked. He saw a small stall on the side of the road. The stall owner was an old white-bearded man, followed by a little girl of seven or eight years old. Although they were coarsely clothed and linen, they were clean all over. After walking over, Nie Wushuang looked at the stall and found that it was a seller of sweet powder. Nie Wushuang had seen this thing when he was a beggar when he was a child. At that time, he would often stop by someone's stall for half a day, and the greed in his belly moved, but he had no money to buy it.

Now that there is no limit on money, Nie Wushuang smiled at the old man and said, "Master, I'll give you a bowl of sweet powder."

The white-bearded old man looked at Nie Wushuang, then looked at the masked man in black standing behind Nie Wushuang. He was a little scared on his face and asked with trembling, "Young Master... what are you saying? The little old man... I can't hear it... clearly."

Nie Wushuang pointed to the wooden barrel containing sweet powder, and then pointed to his mouth.

The old man nodded quickly and quickly took the porcelain bowl to the wooden barrel containing sweet powder to start stirring, while trembling with his hands: "Young Master... wait a moment."

When the old man went to serve sweet noodles, the little girl beside him looked at Nie Wushuang with curiosity. Her red face looked very cute. She glanced at the old man and whispered: "Brother, you have so many people, can you buy a few more bowls?"

Nie Wushuang looked behind, and a group of black-clothed masked monks, who stood still about ten steps away from him, staring at him, so he ignored the masters and turned his head and smiled and said, "Little sister, they are not humans, so they don't eat this."

The group of Jiedan monks behind him did not speak or became angry; these people now know Nie Wushuang's tricks. In short, no matter what you scold, everyone pretended not to hear it, so as not to cause trouble again.

The little girl looked at Nie Wushuang with watery eyes open and said, "The sweet powder made by Grandpa is delicious."

Nie Wushuang shook his head and did not answer.

The little girl suddenly winked at Nie Wushuang, then waved to Nie Wushuang, signaling him to get closer.

Nie Wushuang saw the old man stirring ice powder in the wooden barrel with his hands trembling, so he bent down and turned his ears over. He only heard the little girl say, "Big brother, you... buy a few more bowls, I think we can go home early..."

Before Nie Wushuang could speak, she heard the little girl say again: "Grandma is sick, she is alone at home... Xiaoyu misses her grandma."

Nie Wushuang looked at the little girl and suddenly turned his head and said, "You have followed me Nie Wushuang for so long, and have not eaten well, and have not slept well, and have been playing with me and accompanying me crazy. Wushuang feels guilty. Come on, I invite you to eat this ordinary thing. I believe you have never tasted this kind of delicious food in the world."

All these masters are very clear-headed and naturally hear the conversation between Nie Wushuang and the little girl. Dozens of people rushed forward, but no one spoke.

Nie Wushuang patted the shoulder of the old man who was stirring the sweet powder, pointed to the dozens of men in black behind him, pointed to his mouth, and shouted: "Master, give each of them a bowl."

Looking at the old man's fearful eyes, Nie Wushuang smiled at the old man kindly and said, "Uncle, it's okay, these guys are just dressed strangely, they are all normal people, they all have to eat and drink, just look at Sheng, I'll check the bill later." Nie Wushuang said, ignoring the reaction of the crowd behind him, leaning over and asking the little girl, "Little sister, what's your name?"

The little girl leaned against the old man and said, "Qin Yu." She was frightened by the sudden surge of so many masked men in black, and her thin body kept shrinking back.

Nie Wushuang smiled at Qin Yu and said, "Little sister, don't be afraid, they are hiding and seeking with you."

While speaking, the old man had already started to dress up sweet powder and brought it to Nie Wushuang. Nie Wushuang took the porcelain bowl and looked at the white and transparent jelly, with mung beans and peanut powder sprinkled on it, drowned in the light red sugar water. He smiled at Qin Yu beside him, raised his neck and drank it all, and praised: "It's delicious!"

After drinking the sweet powder, Nie Wushuang handed the porcelain bowl in his hand back to the old man, took out a medium-grade spirit stone from the storage ring, handed it to the old man, and laughed and said, "Take it."

The old man quickly refused and said in a trembling voice: "This glowing stone, does the young master have any money..."

Nie Wushuang pretended to be deaf, handed the medium-grade spirit stone forward, and smiled and said, "Sold out early and go home early. Your little granddaughter wants to go back to see grandma."

After Nie Wushuang finished speaking, he ignored the old man's reaction and stuffed the medium-grade spirit stone into the old man's hand, smiled at the little girl, turned around and walked to the side.

When the old man was quickly preparing to serve sweet powder, he saw that the masked men in black had no intention of eating sweet powder. They walked to the side with Nie Wushuang's steps. Looking at Nie Wushuang's back, the white-haired old man looked at the middle-grade spirit stone in his hand, sighed helplessly and said, "Just treat it as giving this young master a bowl..."

The little girl heard the old man's words and asked, "Grandpa, what is this glowing stone? It's so beautiful."

The old man sighed and handed the stone to Qin Yu, but said nothing.

Qin Yu looked at the middle-grade spirit stone that she could hold in one hand and sighed, "Oh, it looks so good." After saying that, she shouted to Nie Wushuang's back in a sweet voice: "Thank you little brother."

Nie Wushuang heard the little girl's voice and turned her head to smile at the little girl, but her body kept moving away.

"Old Qin, what the hell is this?" "What a broken stone, it's still shining?" "It seems to be a spirit stone. My family has a relative who is a servant who opens the Yemen. I have seen this..." "This...thing can be exchanged for a lot of gold..."

Unfortunately, Lao Qin's ears were not good, and a group of people were talking nonsense, and he couldn't hear what the group of people were saying.
Chapter completed!