It's obviously a life skill, but you developed it into a magical skill

To be honest, Zhou An really didn't do anything. The glance he gave him just now was just an ordinary glance, because he felt that Deng Song was not normal.

But he really just glanced at it. He never expected that Deng Song would spit out blood after just one glance.

Could it be that this thing is fake?

Are there people in Da Chu who are trying to get porcelain?

Zhou An thought in his mind, and then pulled out the cold crystal knife.

Yan Sifu on the side was shocked when he saw this. He hurriedly lifted Zhou An's arm and said, "Brother Zhou, don't be impulsive. It's just vomiting blood. This is normal. Who doesn't vomit some blood these days, don't you think so?"

To be honest, Yan Sifu understands Zhou An's temper best.

This dear man actually drew a knife when he had a disagreement, and drawing a knife was not a threat, it was really about chopping people into mincemeat.

Think about it, how many whole corpses have there been since Zhou An's debut?

If one day, someone is able to keep a complete corpse in Zhou An's hands, he will probably be praised by others if word spreads about it.

After all, it's either minced meat or powder, and it's pretty good to be able to keep the whole corpse.

He was really afraid that Zhou An would kill the Taoist priest with a knife.

The key is that the Taoist priest didn't do anything. If he really wanted to chop it, it wouldn't be easy for him to do it.

Zhou An was pulled by Yan Sifu, thought for a moment, pointed at Deng Song with his left hand, and said: "You Taoist priest, don't even think about touching porcelain with me. I just glanced at you. If you really want to touch porcelain, I will Give you a knife."

Deng Song, who was still vomiting blood, finally calmed down a little. When he heard Zhou An say this, his eyes darkened and he almost fainted.

Touch porcelain, touch porcelain?

How could I become such a loser?

Deng Song showed a bitter smile and said helplessly: "Master Zhou misunderstood. I didn't touch porcelain. I just did something and suffered backlash."

After hearing this, Zhou An put away the cold crystal knife. After all, people are unpredictable, so they have to be careful these days.

Back then, even if my aunt turned into a weirdo, she still wanted her own money.

No one wants your money.

Zhou An touched his chin and asked, "What did you mean by what you just said about a person without form?"

Everyone present could hear clearly that these words indeed came from Deng Song's mouth.

Hearing this, the bitterness on Deng Song's face became even stronger: "I just used Qingyun Temple's best physiognomy to show Lord Zhou, but I ended up asking for trouble."

In fact, Deng Song has always been very curious, because from the first time he met Zhou An until now, the entire town has been very respectful to Zhou An, and even the Yan Si Mansion has called Zhou An a brother-in-law.

This made him even more curious.

Either Zhou An has a profound background, or he has profound strength.

But if he really is such a person, it is impossible for him to have no reputation in the world.

Deng Song usually has nothing to do in the Taoist temple, and he often hears various rumors in the world.

For example, if someone in a certain industry does something, he feels that it is impossible for a master to be without any troubles.

So out of curiosity, I used Qingyun Temple's unique skill and took a look at Zhou An's face.

But at this moment, he saw something terrifying that he would never forget in his life.

He saw a mist on Zhou An's face. The mist was like a terrifying monster, swallowing up everything around him.

And his gaze fell on the fog, which was impossible to penetrate.

This feeling had never happened before, and then a dark and cold arm grew out of the mist, grabbing him tightly.

It seemed to pull his soul into the fog.

At that moment, Deng Song knew that if he was really caught, his soul would be destroyed and he would become a corpse.

At that moment, Deng Song risked injury to cut off this connection. After cutting off, the backlash immediately appeared.

He had been seriously injured.

But he didn't regret it at all, but was very happy.

Because at that time, if it were just one moment at night, he would probably have turned into a corpse.

Zhou An's situation has been recorded in the ancient books of Qingyun Temple.

This kind of appearance is called a formless person.

And it's just a guess made by the founder of the Qingyun Temple, and he hasn't even seen this appearance.

According to the description in the classics of the founder of Kaipai, if you have this kind of appearance, there will be countless possibilities.

People with this kind of appearance will also have countless unimaginable futures.

Every slight change will take the person's future to another place, so it is extremely terrifying for people with formlessness.

After Deng Song said this, before Zhou An could express anything, Yan Sifu on the side spoke first.

Yan Sifu's face became extremely serious, and he waved to the two members of the Zhensi Si next to him.

Two members of the Suppression Division immediately stepped forward and restrained Deng Song.

Zhou An raised his eyebrows and said, "Master Yan, what does this mean?"

Yan Sifu turned his head and said seriously: "There is a rule among those in our profession, especially for those in the branch of fortune telling."

"The fortune teller is a branch of the Taoist sect. This sect pays attention to reading faces and knowing destiny. However, there is a strict rule. They must not use it on everyone in the profession at will, otherwise they will be dealt with by the Suppressor."

Hearing this, Zhou An was quite surprised.

"Can it still be so strict?"

Yan Sifu nodded: "There once was a great fortune-teller who looked at your Majesty's face without your permission. As a result, the great fortune-teller's meridians were severed and died. Your Majesty was furious because of this. This rule was promulgated.”

"That's what fortune tellers do. They look at everyone they meet. If it wasn't for His Majesty's strict orders, they would look at any dog ​​passing by. It's an old habit."

Hearing this, Zhou An suddenly realized.

It turns out that the rules were set by the emperor, so it makes sense.

The great fortune teller committed suicide to see the emperor's face.

How can he be allowed to watch casually when he becomes emperor these days?

Therefore, the emperor was offended and issued this order.

Yan Sifu continued: "And it is very rude and shameful to use it to people in the industry."

At this time, Yan Sifu's attitude had changed. He looked at Deng Song with a cold look in his eyes: "According to the laws of the Great Chu State, the first violation will result in a fifty-fifty rod."

Two members of the Suppression Division dragged Deng Song away.

Deng Song seemed to know this law, but he didn't resist at all and allowed the members of the Suppression Division to drag him along like this.

Reading a face without permission is equivalent to investigating other people's family background without their permission. Deng Song admitted it, but felt it was worth it.

Being able to see the formless person is very cost-effective, just a beating.

Who among the fortune tellers has never been beaten?

Zhou An touched his chin and said, "Really?"

Yan Sifu nodded: "One thing comes to another, brother Zhou, since I have seen this matter, I will never let him pass it by like this."

Zhou An also knew that Yan Sifu, who looked fat and kind, was actually a person who strictly abided by the rules.

Moreover, it is important to have a person who is in his position to do his own thing, so Deng Song should not be able to escape from this.

However, before that, Zhou An wanted to ask.

Thinking of this, he looked at Deng Song and said.

"Are you specific about the formless person you're talking about?"

Deng Song raised his head, his face pale because he had vomited blood.

He told everything he knew.

After Zhou An heard this, he continued to ask: "Have you ever said whether this kind of importance is important?"

Deng Song shook his head: "Actually, it was because I met him for the first time, so I was surprised. The ancestor's books at that time didn't say whether the person without form is important or not. They just said that the future will be changeable."

Zhou An nodded: "Get it down and fight."

Deng Song was dejected and was pulled down by two members of the Suppression and Rebellion.

Soon, screams came from somewhere in Zhenguisi.

Zhou An let go and put the cold crystal knife into the pink money bag.

In fact, when he asked just now, he already had an idea.

If the Taoist priest in front of me says that the formless person is a particularly important existence, or that he has some secrets, or that he causes some trouble.

He probably had to find an opportunity to remove this hidden danger.

But now that he heard that the appearanceless person was only because he had never discovered it before, Deng Song was so surprised, so he gave up on this idea.

As for the future that is said to be subject to many changes, who can say for sure about the future?

"This fifty-year plan is not very pleasant." Zhou An said with a smile as he listened to Deng Song's screams.

Yan Sifu nodded: "Using a special board, even people in the industry can't stand it. This is already the first time, and it needs to be kept for records. If it is discovered again the second time, it will be locked up directly." In the dungeon, if you let it out after a while, the third discovery will gradually deepen.”

Zhou An felt that this was reasonable, as he didn't kill anyone with a single blow.

"In that case, I'll leave first."

Now that he has figured out what happened, Zhou An plans to go back and work on his skills for a while.

Anyway, I have nothing to do recently. Since some scheming gathering has appeared and I have been stared at, I will talk about it when I can go in.

The most important thing is to seize the time and improve your liver proficiency.

Yan Sifu nodded and said there was no problem.

Only then did Zhou An leave Zhenguisi.

After Zhou An left, Deng Song, who had been beaten fifty times, limped up.

When Deng Song came up, he grabbed Yan Sifu excitedly and asked, "Master Yan, where is Master Zhou?"

Yan Sifu frowned.

To be honest, if Deng Song hadn't acted bravely and rescued the girl, Yan Si Mansion would have kicked him out.

After all, it is really rude for you to use physiognomy to see others without permission.

"What else do you want to do with Mr. Zhou?" Yan Sifu asked.

"I would like to ask Mr. Zhou to help me. I would like to record the characteristics of the phaseless person in detail. After all, there are no ancient books left by the ancestors. If it can be recorded, it will definitely leave a rich and colorful mark in our ancient books. One stroke.”

Before Deng Song could finish his words, he fell to the ground and started twitching.

Yan Sifu retracted his right foot and said calmly: "I'm warning you, if you mess with Brother Zhou, be careful of turning into a pile of meat one day. This is my last warning. If something happens, don't blame me. I didn’t give you a reminder.”

In fact, the reason why Yan Sifu pulled Deng Song down so quickly was to protect him.

He knew Zhou An's temper very well. He was afraid that Zhou An would cause trouble and he would not be able to act accordingly.

After all, from the bottom of his heart, he and Zhou An had experienced life and death.

It took Deng Song a while to recover. After getting up from the ground, he said with a resentful face: "But I really want to..."

He didn't finish his words because he saw Yan Sifu raising his feet again and quickly suppressed his words.

However, Deng Song's eyes flickered.

The terror of the fog frightened him.

He suddenly had a feeling that maybe he wasn't a formless person.

But he didn't dare to say it, because he knew that there was definitely a big secret in that fog.

The physiognomist who keeps his mouth shut is the one who will live the longest.

…

The dark night was like ink, the moonlight was like water, and the whole night passed like this.

The next day, Zhou An got up early, had breakfast, and ran to the street to heal his eyes as usual.

This skill is not far away from level four, and he estimates that he will be able to reach his goal in a while.

If the Guild of Guilds hadn't come by then, he thought about raising this skill to level five.

At this time, people were already coming and going on the streets, and there were lively scenes everywhere.

Zhou An also discovered that there was something different about the streets today.

In addition to ordinary people, there are also some people who are obviously different from the people of Tingyun Mansion in terms of dress.

Some people even carry a variety of weapons, and you can tell at a glance that they are people in the industry.

These people were all tired of life, and they were walking in the direction of the inn in Tingyun Mansion. They obviously wanted to stay there.

Seeing this scene, Zhou An touched his chin and started thinking: "It seems that this gathering of ghosts has indeed attracted a lot of people."

After all, this is an opportunity, and it is a great opportunity for people in the industry, especially martial arts masters.

These days, the skills are really well hidden.

Even those who are masters of skills will come to the Gui Gathering. If they can remember one or two skills, they may be able to use them one day.

For example, when you need to exchange these good skills for something.

Therefore, in the eyes of people in the industry, although there is danger, the opportunities outweigh the danger.

Some things are like this. When the benefits reach a certain level, although the so-called risks are not weakened, in the eyes of those who pursue benefits, these risks are no longer called risks.

Zhou An feels that as there are more and more people in the industry, the governance will become more and more chaotic.

Maybe something will go wrong by then.

Moreover, there are not only people walking around in the streets, but also police officers.

He estimated that the government office was also cooperating with Suppressing Guisi and carrying out corresponding prevention and control measures.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Zhou An. He honestly focused on his proficiency and ate as usual.

It was late at night before I returned home.

After returning home, Zhou An maintained this routine for many days.

One day.

Zhou An squatted on the corner of the street and watched a common man passing by. After observing the common man's expression, everything in front of him finally changed.

The smoke slowly appeared in front of my eyes, and finally a line of text condensed.

[Eye of Breaking Illusions lv.4 (Detection +2, Breaking Illusions +2): 1/60000]

"It's done again." Zhou An stretched out and sighed.

Before his eyes, the surrounding scenery became more detailed.

Some corners that could not be seen before are now invisible under the eyes of Deliang, and everything becomes clear.

Zhou An thought, now he still has to continue to improve.

After this skill reaches level five, its attributes will be doubled, and those who play dirty tricks will have no way to hide.

But now the weather is getting darker again and there are obviously fewer people on the streets.

Zhou An thought about it for a while, and after having dinner, he returned home temporarily.

He still has to think carefully about how to upgrade.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the people have gone home.

Zhao Si is an ordinary citizen in Tingyun Mansion. He is carrying a burden and heading home at the moment.

The way he makes a living in Tingyun Mansion is by selling noodles.

Stalls are set up every day.

A stove and a pot maintain a family's livelihood.

There is a good wife and a son at home.

At this time, Zhao Si was tired for a day and was ready to take a rest.

"Today that young master came to my noodle stall again to eat noodles, and even gave me two more rewards. Mr. Zhou is really a good man."

On the way back, Zhao Si was thinking while carrying the burden.

In that street, everyone knows Mr. Zhou An.

After all, a young man who is very rich and has good temperament can still chat. How could such a person not be remembered by the people?

Zhao Si's stall on that street is the easiest stall for Zhou An to visit.

So Zhao Si and Zhou An met many times.

In Zhao Si's eyes, he knew that Zhou An's status must be high, because he saw some people from the Hengtong Chamber of Commerce often running around on the street where Zhou An was.

Anyone who can be related to the Hengtong Chamber of Commerce is definitely not an ordinary person.

Zhao Si was very emotional, because this Mr. Zhou looked like an ordinary person, and he didn't even have any airs about ordinary people like them.

"If one day I can become a person like Mr. Zhou, I will also be like Mr. Zhou." Zhao Si thought this and had already arrived at the door.

He pushed the door open very skillfully, picked up the load, and placed it in the corner.

The oil lamp was already lit in the room, and as soon as Zhao Si came in, he smelled a familiar fragrance.

Zhao Si's favorite thing is to be able to have a hot meal after returning home from a busy day.

Especially his six or seven-year-old son was Zhao Si's heartthrob.

"I'm sorry that I came back a little late today, but I made a lot of money. Mr. Zhou still gave me more as usual." Zhao Si closed the door and babbled.

The oil lamp flickered in the room, and there were rice and several plates of food on the dining table next to it.

They are all simple side dishes.

Sitting next to the dining table was a middle-aged woman and a seven or eight-year-old child.

Under the trance of the oil lamp, the faces of the middle-aged woman and the child flickered.

They stared at the food on the table without saying a word.

Zhao Si talked for a long time, but no one agreed. He thought it was nothing, so he went to the basin to wash his hands, wiped them with an old rag, and then came to the dining table.

"Are you a little unhappy because I came back late? You have no choice but to make money. Otherwise, how will this family live?" Zhao Si said to himself, and finally came to sit down where he had placed the bowl. .

As soon as he sat down, he felt a cold wind blowing over him.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Si subconsciously looked in the direction of the cold wind, and saw his wife and son, both looking straight at him.

Under the illumination of the oil lamp, his eyes seemed to be looking at a piece of wood. Along with the cold wind that had just appeared, Zhao Si felt an inexplicable chill on his back.

He noticed something was wrong.

When I went home in the past, although my wife would complain a few words, it was just a complaint. She never said a word.

And every time he goes home, his little cub will happily come up and hug his lap and call him daddy.

It's different now.

The look in the eyes of the mother and daughter in front of him made him feel butterflies in his heart.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Zhao Si didn't realize that his voice was trembling.

"Eat vegetables, eat vegetables..."

The middle-aged woman suddenly spoke, her voice hoarse, like wood rubbing against the ground.

The six or seven-year-old child next to him picked up the bowl and chopsticks and picked up a plate of food on the table.

Zhao Si looked over.

It was a plate of vegetables, but when the child put his chopsticks on it, the vegetables twisted a little.

Zhao Si was very sure that he had read it correctly.

This green vegetable is really twisting.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously and tried to stand up.

But his legs became weak and he sat down directly on the ground.

The scene in front of him was so weird that Zhao Si couldn't bear it.

Just when he fell, he hit his head on the ground and saw a pair of feet appearing next to him.

The feet were in tattered shoes and tattered socks.

Zhao Si turned his head subconsciously and saw a familiar face staring at him from top to bottom.

Zhao Si was slightly stunned. The thing staring at him in front of him looked exactly like him.

It's just that face, so dull that he seems to have no emotion.

He was filled with fear and couldn't help shouting.

Here only the oil lamp came into the house, sharp and frightening.

The other self standing on the ground heard his shout and suddenly opened his mouth, filled with foul-smelling sewage.

This self reached out to him.

Looking at the hands getting closer and closer, Zhao Si rolled his eyes and fainted.

Just as the hands were getting closer and closer to him, suddenly, the sound of breaking the door was heard, and several members of the Suppression Division broke in from outside. With random swords, they split the standing Zhao Si into several pieces.

At the dinner table, a middle-aged woman and a child of six or seven years old rolled their eyes and fainted on the table.

The leading member of the Suppression Division said seriously: "Take a look and see if there are any casualties among the people."

Several members nodded, checked it over, and then said: "Fortunately, the yin energy entered the body, but it was not very deep. We arrived in time, and nothing happened."

The leading member nodded and suddenly asked: "What time is this?"

"It's the third time."

When the leading member of the Zhengui Division heard this, his face was solemn: "Deal with the aftermath, and then continue patrolling quickly."

There have been scheming gatherings in other places before, so they are naturally experienced in handling them.

Several members successively took care of the aftermath and brought everything back to its original track.

After doing all this, the members of the Zhenzhiji exited the room.

They plan to continue patrolling.

Recently, all the members of the Suppression Division, including some of the Yamen's police officers, have been seconded and patrolled every place in turn.

Because a lot of strange things will appear before the spooks appear, so they must be careful.

A few people did not stop and continued to patrol.

While they were patrolling, they found Zhou An's room in a remote alleyway not far from this street.

At this time, Zhou An stuck the knife on the ground, looked at the strange thing that turned into a pile of ashes in front of him, and yawned.

"It's truly a gathering of conspirators. There's been so much noise before it even started, right?"

The last words were spoken to the front.

Not far in front of him, stood a man dressed in black.

The man is very young, about twenty-four or five years old. He has an ordinary appearance, but he has a different temperament.

He is not tall, but because he is standing on the roof at this time, he cannot see his height from this angle.

The most eye-catching thing was the black knife inserted between the young man's arms when he folded his hands.

Tonight, Zhou An was originally thinking about how to improve the Eye of Delusion. Unexpectedly, before he could figure it out, he felt something was wrong.

He felt a cold breath in the yard, and then, when he arrived at the yard, he saw a strange and strange thing staring at him.

Zhou An thought, there will definitely be something strange happening in the gathering of ghosts, and Yan Sifu also said before that this thing will happen from time to time before the gathering of ghosts appears.

So Zhou An didn't take it seriously, prepared to draw his sword, and killed him easily.

Before he could pull out the knife and take action, suddenly, the young man holding the black knife jumped up from the wall, and then solved the mystery.

Due to the recent gathering of ghosts, Tingyun Mansion has also become the focus.

There are also many people in the industry coming and going.

Zhou An knew that this person must be a person in the industry. He might have noticed something strange along the way and came to solve it.

He didn't think there was anything wrong at first. Once it was solved, it was solved. It didn't matter if he didn't take action, so he planned to go back to the room to continue.

As a result, the young man holding the black knife stood on the wall in a very pretentious manner, with his arms folded, looking at him with a very serious look.

Zhou An didn't understand the situation, but he felt like he couldn't go home. After all, something happened.

So Zhou An turned the cold crystal knife in his hand and asked, "What do you want, sir?"

He is a low-key person who just wants to improve his liver proficiency silently, so if nothing happens, Zhou An doesn't want to cause any conflict. He just wants to go back and think carefully about how to improve the Eye of Deception.

After these words were spoken, the young man who had been holding the black knife looked back.

But it still lingered on Zhou An's right hand.

On his right hand is the cold crystal knife.

The young man with the black sword spoke slowly, speaking at a very slow speed, which sounded extremely pretentious to Zhou An: "I am Chen Zhufeng in the Tiandao Pavilion. I have not asked for your name."

"I don't have a big name, and I don't have any lords. I'm just an ordinary person. It's getting late, so go back quickly." Zhou An waved his hand and turned around to leave.

But before he could finish this action, Chen Zhufeng, who was standing on the wall, suddenly fell down from the wall and lay upright in the garden.

The whole process happens very quickly.

Chen Zhufeng's eyes were closed tightly, but he still held the black knife on his chest and lay on the ground.

From Zhou An's perspective, Chen Zhufeng's face was extremely pale.

The Qi in Zhou An's body flowed for a while, and the skill of Medical Gu Seed was activated.

"Loss of Qi and blood, excessive blood loss."

In an instant, Zhou An saw Chen Zhufeng's problem, stepped forward, and turned Chen Zhufeng over.

When he turned Chen Zhufeng over, he discovered that there was a long wound on Chen Zhufeng's back, from his right shoulder to his waist.

This wound was extremely neat, scratched by a sharp instrument, and the bone was visible deep inside.

There is also a special layer of Qi wrapped around the wound, which prevents the wound from healing while still seeping inside.

If this Qi penetrates into Chen Zhufeng's wound, Chen Zhufeng's internal organs will be swallowed clean by this Qi in an instant.

"This is a knife wound, and the energy is caused by a swing of the knife." Zhou An could tell the difference just by looking at it.

The reason is very simple. He has reached the sixth level of Pao Dingding's sword skills, and he is already outstanding in sword skills.

If he couldn't tell at a glance, then his liver's proficiency would have been in vain.

At this time, although Chen Zhufeng was unconscious, he relied on instinct and used the Qi in his body to resist.

But in Zhou An's eyes, all this is just a way to delay death.

Because Chen Zhufeng's Qi couldn't resist it at all, and was slowly being devoured by the Qi from the wound.

Zhou An touched his chin, looked at the dark night sky, and then dragged Chen Zhufeng by his collar and walked toward the house.

This person didn't have any evil intentions, and he didn't show any murderous intent towards him.

Zhou An could clearly feel this. This feeling came from living and dying all the way from Anding County to here. Zhou An believed it very much.

Besides, this kind of thing happened in the middle of the night, and the recent conspiracy gathering was about to start. Zhou An felt that he had to pay attention to everything.

If there is a problem with this person, just chop him off with a knife.

After pulling Chen Zhufeng into the house, Zhou An closed the door.

Inside the room, the flame of the oil lamp flickered.

Zhou An turned Chen Zhufeng over and let him lie on the ground, then used the cold crystal knife as a bridge to ferry Qi in.

The Qi in Zhou An's body became extremely violent, swallowing up all the Qi in the wound.

After a while, Zhou An found a chair and sat on it, waiting patiently.

Although the wound on the back is so terrifying, it is actually not difficult for people in the industry to recover.

As long as the remaining things on it are removed, Chen Zhufeng's life will not be in danger.

As expected, Zhou An even poured a cup of tea and drank it slowly.

When the cup of tea bottomed out, Chen Zhufeng woke up leisurely.

As soon as he woke up, he jumped up from the ground, put his hand on the handle of the black knife, and looked around with a wary expression.

"Don't be so nervous, I saved you." Zhou An put down the tea cup and smashed his mouth.

Chen Zhufeng was relieved when he saw Zhou An, but his hand was still on the knife handle.

Zhou An raised his eyebrows: "Who hurt you?"

Although it is the time of the guild gathering, the people in the industry are just looking for resources and will not cause trouble.

Zhou An has a suspicion, but has not confirmed it.

Chen Zhufeng fell into deep thought and didn't know whether he should tell Zhou An.

At this moment, Zhou An stood up.

This movement was a bit large, and Chen Zhufeng instantly pulled out the black knife.

Zhou An frowned: "Is this how you treat your savior?"

Chen Zhufeng took a deep breath, knowing that he had overreacted, and apologized quickly: "Sorry, I have been chased by someone, so I am very nervous. I have some troubles. Can you tell me where Zhenguisi is? ?”

To suppress the evil spirits?

Zhou An touched his chin, then pointed in the direction: "It's at that location."

Chen Zhufeng clasped his fists again and wanted to leave.

But before he could take two steps, Zhou An's words came out.

"Is it permissive?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Zhufeng turned his head with a look of surprise on his face.

Zhou An showed a true expression.

He had just thought that even if there was a gathering of scheming people, people in the industry would not dare to come and cause trouble.

Everyone is here to make a fortune.

To put it more casually, harmony is valued, and harmony brings wealth.

Who is going to pick things up?

At this rhythm point, there is no one else but Zong Xing who dares to make trouble.

Zhou An has always felt a little crazy about this organization, and now it seems that he is planning to cause trouble again.

Chen Zhufeng said: "Have you ever had any confrontations with a manipulative person?"

Zhou An nodded and said, "Tell me, who's coming, I'm quite interested."

This time, I will also enter the guild gathering. To be honest, it may cause some unnecessary troubles with the perverts.

It’s also a good thing to know about it in advance.

Chen Zhufeng thought for a moment, and his face became a little angry: "He is a traitor from Tiandao Pavilion, and is known as a sword madman in the world!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a blood-red sword energy appeared from outside the door and shot towards Chen Zhufeng.

The next plot will start soon. Many people have gone to fever clinics recently. Everyone must take care of themselves. I was also hit, with a sore throat and cough, but I was fine. It didn’t affect my coding, so I continued to persevere.