"Where is the Lord of Qiantang City?"
From the time the two caught up to now, Qingya has not found the figures of Qiantang City Lord and Xia Ci. At this moment, facing the Huanghuo cult members who have lost their resistance, Qingya questions them again.
"The Lord of Qiantang City? Isn't the Lord of Qiantang City right in front of you?"
The elder half knelt on the ground, leaning on the ground with his sword, and made a dismissive mocking sound.
"I think you two came here late at night just for the money. It's a pity that Zhong Yan and the others came at the wrong time. Otherwise, how could you have found the opportunity?"
At this moment, the elder's voice was no longer the same as before, but became richer, and as he smeared his face with his hands, he suddenly looked like the Lord of Qiantang City.
All this time, the Lord of Qiantang City turned out to be this person in disguise.
"What about the city lord himself? What did you do to him?" The sword in Qingya's hand moved forward again and was already touching the elder's chest.
"What do you think?" The sneer on the elder's face deepened.
"Also, what you are asking for is not the stereotype of the banknote. Do you really think that I will carry it with me? Let me tell you, the stereotype is not on this ship, nor in the city lord's palace. There are many saints in Qiantang City. Disciple, do you think you can really save these thousands of people? Hahaha!
Yes, that's the expression. Get angry, get angry. You two defeated Jin Dan with foundation building. I admit that you are indeed capable, but so what. When it comes to strategies and calculations, you two are just inexperienced people. You little kid, what are you trying to fight with me for? "
The elder's tone could not help but rise a bit, and the wanton smile on his face became even wider, almost crazy.
"Is this what you are talking about?" A voice as clear as a nightingale interrupted his laughter.
The voice came from the dark cabin, getting closer and closer. Under the moonlight, two beautiful figures slowly walked towards them.
One person is not wearing pink and white, her waist is flowing and she has cold arms. Her moon-white dress seems to blend with the moonlight. She is like the morning dew when she wakes up in the morning, and even the night glows softly around her. . There is a person with willow eyebrows and cloud hair, a bright moon bell in his ear, a fragrant skirt and jade hairpin, and a feathered coat swaying with the lotus steps. It is Xia Ci and Wuyou.
At this time, Xia Ci was holding a bronze printing plate in his arms, with the year number and face value engraved on it. This thing was the silver stamp that caused this commotion.
"Xiao Ci, you have been deceived by them. Come to dad quickly. They are very dangerous."
When he saw Xia Ci, the elder immediately adopted the tone of a city lord. At first glance, he sounded like a kind father who cares about his daughter's comfort.
"Shut up, you old monster. You've been pretending to be my father for more than a year. I wish I could kill you with a sword."
"I have been watching your every move this year. I have known this stereotypical hiding place for a long time."
Xia Ci looked at the stereotype in his hand. As the surface of the stereotype flipped over, all the imprinted surfaces of different denominations were revealed.
Seeing that his identity was exposed, the elder turned to Wuyou on the other side and asked, "Are you also a part of it, saint?" The word "saint" was emphasized particularly hard.
"You locked such a delicate little beauty on this ship. I couldn't bear it, so I let her out."
There was uncontrollable excitement hidden in Wuyou's words.
"Xiao Ci, although I pretended to be your father, I have treated you as my own daughter for more than a year. Why do you doubt me? I will take you to Jinling, Luoyang, and Chang'an. When we make enough With the money, I will let you enjoy a lifetime of glory and wealth, and we will be like real father and daughter, okay?
Holy girl, the Wild Fire Holy Cult has raised you for more than ten years. You are the proud son of heaven who has emerged from the cruel elimination. When our religion is revived in the future, you will have the supreme status. Why do you want to betray the Holy Cult? "
Facing the elder's question, Wuyou walked up to her and answered word for word: "Once, I did think that the Holy Church was our home, but you used that isolated island to take away my companions, and used Mingyu to break them. Yuanhua has taken away my health, taken away my freedom with its dark fragrance, and even trampled my dignity under its feet. I can't wait to eat your flesh!" Wuyou was biting the last few words. Teeth, spit out with red eyes.
Perhaps because he still felt that he was not relieved enough, Wuyou stood up, walked to the Holy Spirit, looked down at the person whom he once needed to look up to, and then stepped on his face.
Qing Ya looked at the pointed heels on her boots, raised his hand and touched his cheek, and couldn't help but feel a chill. It seemed that it would be better not to offend her in the future.
There was a little bit of light on the eastern horizon, and before I knew it, a long night passed.
On the roof of the attic of the City Lord's Mansion, Qingya and Hua Qing'er sat side by side, watching the golden light rising from the sky dispel the darkness. Qingya looked to the northwest sky. There was still a vast sky in the distance, and the place they were going to next, Chang'an City, was under that sky.
There was a "click" sound, and there was a sound of falling to the ground from the tiles behind him. The visitor walked quietly to Qingya and sat down against him.
Wuyou changed out of her fluttering feather coat and wore a water-blue floor-length fairy dress. A white jade hairpin held up her long hair. After washing off her makeup, she was still as gorgeous as the morning glow.
"I don't know how many days they dug a secret tunnel underground in the city lord's mansion. We found the city lord himself inside. Fortunately, he was not in danger of his life, but he was just too weak. Xia Ci was taking care of her father. "Wuyou told Qingya the following situation,
Fortunately, everything caught up and the worst result was not caused. No, it seems like I missed something.
"Where is the Holy Spirit, take me to him quickly."
Qingya stood up in a hurry and was about to jump off the attic, but was pulled back by Wuyou.
"Okay, okay, by the time you think about it, the day lilies are already cold, No, look."
Wuyou waved her palm towards Qingya. There was a piece of dead wood-like object between her slender fingertips. Qingya took a closer look and saw that it was a dark white branch with black bright lines interlaced on the surface. There is a special fragrance of grass and trees, which is the secret fragrance that Wuyou carries.
"So you've already got it. I'm really sorry. I was only focused on fighting last night and forgot about such an important thing. Qingya lowered his head in shame.
"Fortunately, your little sister was careful and shot down the Holy Spirit's hair crown. I picked it up now,"
Wuyou lowered his head sideways and looked at Qingya's face from bottom to top: "Hey, is this a very important thing to you? It obviously has nothing to do with you whether I live or die."
"A gentleman's promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Since I promised the girl, it is a very important thing in my heart. I have broken my promise this time, and I hope the girl will forgive me."
"Haha, your stupid look is so funny. Is this a disciple of Xuanmen?" Wuyou said, and stretched out his right hand to pinch Qingya's face, but was stopped by Hua Qing'er on the other side. It fell down with a snap.
"Don't pinch his face."
