Tang Jiaren woke up with a slight shaking. She reached out and rubbed the back of her head and felt a bag.

She raised her head, looked at Zhan Cangqiong who was holding her, and sent her fist directly to her face.

Zhan Cangqiong suffered this and was unable to stop him.

Tang Jiaren was particularly unhappy and was about to continue to use force to reason, but saw Zhan Cangqiong's nose bleeding flowing down, and immediately turned his eyes and fainted.

Zhan Cangqiong put down the beauty, wiped the bleeding from the nose, and sat down to rest. However, he froze as soon as he sat down. He frowned, stood up, glanced at the beauty, lifted his robe, pulled his pants to see if his pants were poked. Fortunately, the pants still protected his anus. However, they were not protected properly.

Zhan Cangqiong put down his robe, put his hands on his chest, leaned on the trunk, and slept.

The wind blew, making the leaves rustle. The sun gradually swayed westward, but it always gently stroked the face.

Tang Jiaren opened her eyes and did not move. She first glanced from side to side with great alertness. At one glance, she saw the annoying dog skin plaster.

She knew that he had always been alert, and as long as he moved, he would wake up. In this way, her sneak-out became a joke that she would never get tired of.

The beauty was angry and grabbed a stone and smashed it to Zhan Cangqiu.

Zhan Cangqiong caught the stone and opened his eyes.

The beauty got up from the ground, rubbed the back of her head, glared at Zhan Cangkong, and strideed forward.

Zhan Cangqiong followed closely behind, without saying a word.

The two walked out of this deserted land one after another and came to the brilliance of life.

Tang Jiaren stopped, looked at Zhan Cangqiong, looked him up and down, feeling that even if his mother jumped out of the grave, she would recognize that this was her son. Of course, the premise was to put away the axe.

Tang Jiaren fought against Cangqiong and said, "Tug on some cloth and wrap the axe around."

Zhan Cangkong knew that the beauty was unhappy, so he obediently pulled her underwear and wrapped it in an axe.

Tang Jiaren knew that Tang Buxi had offended many people. As a female hero in the world, she should be low-key in her work. For example, it is also good to give herself a simple and easy appearance.

She pulled some grass with a lot of moisture, mixed it with some yellow mud, applied it to her face, then burned a small piece of wooden stick, drew her eyebrows thicker, and then tapped a black mole on the corner of her mouth, and then continued to set off.

The first stop is naturally a lively market.

The beauty has long been so hungry that she put her chest on her back. She missed the free days of pretending to be the Sixth Prince to cheat her food and drink. If she could, she really wanted to stay in the sedan chair, hold various delicacies, and eat in the comfortable ups and downs. Tsk tsk... When she thought of the life of trying to feed herself to fat, she couldn't help but yearn for it.

The beauty thought of a little rabbit and jumped happily into the garden full of carrots, almost screaming twice.

Zhan Cangqiong infected Tang Jiaren's joy and even felt hungry.

The six masters of the Zhan Demon Palace were searching for Zhan Cangqiu everywhere. When they fought far away, they saw a majestic man who looked very similar to Zhan Cangqiu. They rushed over immediately, but stopped and could only retreat to hide and peep quietly.

Xu Maoniang whispered: "That's the palace master, right?"

Duan Qingyue nodded and replied: "Yes. I personally choose the clothes of the palace master, so I will not admit my mistake."

Yuan Luye said, "Look at the back, it looks like it; but when it looks like it, why doesn't it look like it? Could it be that the palace master was poisoned? Tsk tsk... It doesn't look like it's poisoned."

He Zilang opened the fan, shook it, and said, "The Palace Master's hairstyle is quite unique."

Fang Heizi said impatiently: "What are you doing? Just ask, just ask!"

Chen Baizhi was more calm and said, "No hurry. Let's take a look first. Have you seen it? Did you see that the palace master kept following the little woman?"

Fang Heizi said, "Yes! Who is that little girl? Why does it look familiar?"

Xu Maoniang nodded and said, "Not to say, it really looks familiar."

Yuan Luye smiled and said, "After the palace master had a problem with his mind, he actually started chasing the woman. Tsk tsk...but this vision is very different from before."

Duan Qingyue glared at Yuan Luye and scolded: "Shut up!"

Yuan Luye kept silent, but his eyes were still smiling.

Tang Jiaren came to the cake stall, touched her body, and only found the private seal given to her by the moon and white. There was nothing valuable to exchange for the cake. She put away the private seal, stared at the cake and swallowed her saliva.

The stall owner saw that she was dressed well and thought she had money, but when he looked, he thought that this was someone's silly girl. The stall owner thought she was dirty, so he glanced at her and prepared to drive him away.

Zhan Cangkong stood behind the beauty, took out the battle soul axe, grabbed the cloth, and sneered at the boss.

By the way, Zhan Cangkong's usual sneer is enough to scare people, not to mention that his face is swollen and deformed at this moment, but his eyes are as fierce as a wolf.

The stall owner was so scared that his legs became weak and immediately wrapped two cakes for Tang Jiaren.

Tang Jiaren took the cake, took a big bite, swallowed it, and then said vaguely: "I have no money."

The stall owner shook his head and smiled: "No, don't have money. Girl eat whatever you want."

Tang Jiaren touched her face and said to herself: Unexpectedly, such a face can cheat food and drink, which is born to be beautiful and difficult to give up. She directly packed more than ten cakes by herself, and then said sweetly: "Thank you."

Holding the cake, twisting his waist, happily walked to the stall of Pear Buying Street, and laughed at the stall owner.

The stall owner's eyes slid from Tang Jiaren to Zhan Cangkong, but he saw him weighing the axe in his hand and smiling at him.

The stall owner said intimately: Where did Ersha come from? He actually ran to Qiucheng to tie pears to eat?! Is this life-threatening?!

The six hall masters and collective petrochemicals who had been secretly following each other stood stupidly on the street and watched Zhan Cangkong threaten the stall owner with the War Soul Axe in order to eat pears.

Is it fake? They are all fake?! This scene is so exciting!

The stall owner didn't want to pay attention to Zhan Cangqiong, but saw Zhan Cangqiong grab a pear, throw it up, raise the Battle Soul Axe in his hand, and swayed the pear quickly for several rounds. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the pear's tail. The thin pear skin fell off the pear's body, revealing the pear's small body.

Tang Jiaren cheered and praised loudly: "Okay, okay! That's great! I didn't expect that this axe used to kill people and rob people would be so sharp when peeling the pear skin!" After grabbing the pear, he stuffed it into his mouth and bit it hard, revealing an expression of enjoyment, exaggeratingly, "This pear full of human blood is really unique, and it will be endless aftertaste!" He looked at the stall owner with a squinted eye, and smiled.

The stall owner hurriedly packed a small basket of pears and sent them respectfully to Tang Jiaren.

Tang Jiaren was very satisfied and gave Zhan Cangqiong a pear as a reward.

Zhan Cangqiong bit the pear and felt it was quite sweet.

The two continued to move forward.

The six petrified hall masters finally came to their senses, closed their open mouths, and followed them sly.

The two of them came to a stall selling fried quails and stopped.

Tang Jiaren whispered to the stall owner: "The person behind me has a bad temper. You can skew him ten fried quails, just think that they want to ask for peace for yourself."

The stall owner sneered and ignored Tang Jiaren.

Zhan Cangqiong held the Battle Soul Axe and moved his shoulders.

The stall owner instantly took out a sharp kitchen knife and chopped a freshly fried quail into minced meat at a speed that was so dazzling.

Tang Jiaren silently withdrew her hand to catch the quail.

The six hall masters felt distressed when they saw that their palace master wanted to eat a quail and they all needed a big battle. They immediately tied their faces with cloth, set off their posture, lined up behind Zhan Cangkong, and shouted in unison: "If you don't give quails, you will kill your whole family!"

Well, it’s embarrassing, but this matter is embarrassing. If it weren’t for shame, everyone wouldn’t have been acting masked. The palace master didn’t pay for quails. They owed him money. When the palace master woke up, he couldn’t deal with them to death?! Why? He won’t pay the monthly salary of the War Demon Palace than the palace master?!

Only by being strong to the end is the right thing to do in this matter!

The stall owner was frightened when he saw so many people pulling out weapons in one after another to steal their quails. He immediately threw down his kitchen knife and started throwing quails into the oil pan. While throwing them, he said, "Everyone, calm down. Are you just going to eat quails? No hurry, don't you hurry, let's fry it for you to eat. The taste must be the best, the ingredients must be enough, put down the weapons in the main seat, wait a moment, wait..."

People have said this, but if they still scare people with swords, hooks, claws, axes, rakes, it would be really unreasonable.

Zhan Cangqiong glanced at the six hall masters with the end of his eyes and whispered to Tang Jiaren: "What else do you want to eat? There are so many people now, so it's easy to grab it."

Tang Jiaren bit the cake and shook her head, and replied in a low voice: "We will conquer people with virtue."

Zhan Cangqiong nodded, pointed at the stall owner with an axe, and said, "We will conquer people with virtue. You can blow twenty of them."

The stall owner replied in a stack of voices: "Okay, okay, twenty..." There was a crying voice in his voice.

Zhan Cangqiong wrapped the war soul axe with his underwear and pinned it behind him.

When the six hall masters of the War Demon Palace saw that the palace master had put away their weapons, they all glared at the stall owner fiercely and warned him to be honest with each other with their eyes. Then they put away their weapons and put down their shapes.

In order to please the palace master, Yuan Luye shouted to the stall owner: "The palace masters must be twenty, twenty, one more, one more, one less, one less, one more, one less, one more, one more, one more, one less, your feet! Do you know?!"

The stall owner was in tears and could only nod and said carefully: "I know..."

Tang Jiaren glanced at Yuan Luye and fought against Cangqiong and said, "Do you know much?"

Zhan Cangqiong heard the sound of the strings and knew the elegance. He glanced at Yuan Luye coldly, looked at the stall owner, and said, "One more will not be chopped off your hands."

The stall owner felt that his mind was a little confused, so he looked at Tang Jiaren tremblingly.

Tang Jiaren bit the cake and explained: "Twenty-one, you are safe."

The stall owner nodded repeatedly. Twenty-one, twenty-one, twenty-one, twenty-one.

After the twenty-one quails were prepared, the stall owner put them on bamboo sticks and handed them to Tang Jiaren.

Zhan Cangqiong took away ten and gave them to Yuan Luye.
Chapter completed!