Prehistoric life

Although all he saw was his back, he was covered in messy things and had hair like a porcupine. Zhou Cheng didn't believe there was another person in the world who could pose in such a cool pose.

After being cheated out of fifty taels of gold by this unscrupulous old man that day, Zhou Cheng wished he could skin him, but at this moment he was so moved that his eyes almost filled with tears. He just wished he could look up to the sky and scream: There is hope for my illness.

I should have contracted the problem of kidney deficiency by practicing that deceptive last-ditch magic skill. To untie the bell, you have to tie the bell. This cheap master must know the solution.

Seeing that the back figure was about to walk away, Zhou Cheng hurriedly got up and ran downstairs. After running a few steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned back, and pulled a piece of curtain to wrap the eternal wealth on the table.

This old man is the reincarnation of a starving ghost. If you want him to solve the problem, you must first feed him.

Worried that the old man had disappeared, Zhou Cheng stopped taking the stairs and directly used the light body technique to jump off the second floor. Looking carefully, he saw that the sloppy old man had indeed walked far away.

Fortunately, his appearance was so weird and so disgustingly dirty that when he saw him coming, everyone who was coming towards him automatically moved away, making way for the old man to open a road to the sky. For a moment, that incomparable figure was like a shadow in the night.

A bright light is generally eye-catching.

Zhou Cheng stood firm and hurriedly chased after him.

"Teacher..." After shouting one word, Zhou Cheng immediately stopped what he said and secretly said that it was very dangerous.

Recalling my experience in Kyoto that day, it was definitely not a wise thing to recognize this old man as my master in public.

The sloppy old man was walking leisurely in front, constantly looking around, as if he was looking for something. Suddenly he paused, as if he had discovered something, and then he started running.

Zhou Cheng was stunned. He was about to catch up, but he didn't expect the old man to run away.

Could it be that he knew that he was looking for trouble? He couldn't help but curse in his heart, and he ran after him.

The old man's speed could be said to be fast or slow, and he always kept a certain distance from Zhou Cheng. The two of them wandered through the streets and alleys, and after a while they no longer knew where they were.

After rounding a corner, a tall wall appeared in front of him, and inside was a very beautiful building. The sloppy old man looked left and right beside the wall, his nose kept twitching, as if he was sniffing something.

Finally stopping, Zhou Cheng ran forward, panting and shouted: "Master..."

Before he could finish speaking, the sloppy old man suddenly pointed at his mouth, and his lips wriggled, but no sound came out. Zhou Cheng became even more depressed, but before he could say anything else, the sloppy old man

Grabbing his arm, he lifted his energy and easily flew over the tall wall, flying directly into the courtyard.

After a few more clicks from the trees and beams and tiles, the two of them entered a magnificent room directly from a window.

What does this mean? Zhou Cheng was puzzled and wanted to ask, but saw the old man turned around and made a silent gesture for him. This time he saw his appearance clearly, and it turned out to be his cheap master.

"Good disciple, what delicious food have you brought for Master?" the old man said with a smile, his lips moved slightly, and he used the secret technique of sound transmission.

Many people know this secret skill. It is not a difficult secret skill, but it requires a certain level of cultivation. Even Lin Shuqun cannot do it. However, Zhou Cheng is not surprised. This old man must have an unusual background. He has such cultivation.

is very normal.

Zhou Cheng immediately handed the ten thousand years of wealth he was carrying to the old man. As he ran all the way, the oil and water inside got all over his back, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Zhou Cheng wanted to ask again, but the old man made a silent gesture to him again, then pointed to the next door, and then pointed to his ear, as if to let him listen.

Zhou Cheng immediately raised his ears, but there was no sound. He was very puzzled.

The sloppy old man patted his forehead, as if remembering something, and pointed at Zhou Cheng's ear. In an instant, a sound came over, very clear.

"Do you think it's too bold for us to discuss this matter in a place like this?" Someone said with a slightly thick voice.

"This is fun. We discuss how to divide the spoils with the disciples of the Baiyun Sect in their restaurant. Don't you think this will give you a greater sense of accomplishment?" Another person chuckled, with a rather cynical tone in his voice.

Why did the old man let himself listen to these two people talking? Zhou Cheng was puzzled, and what made him even more surprised was that the voices of these two people seemed to be quite familiar.

"It doesn't matter to me. Anyway, my reputation as Master Sun is much better than your name of Jade Butterfly. If I really want to be discovered, I just need to show that I am incompatible with you, a treacherous thief. Maybe I can win some applause."

." The deep voice said again.

Another voice suddenly became very serious and said: "Be serious, who is the thief? I am the flower thief."

Sun Tianshi, the flower-picking thief, Zhou Cheng was stunned. At this moment, he could not tell who the person over there was. One was the flower-picking thief Liu Xiaofei, and the other was Sun Tianshi, who was upright but seemed to have a secret.

These two guys actually knew each other? That day...

Recalling that Su Yuexin had said something was wrong with Sun Jiuyang, and at this moment, Zhou Cheng naturally knew that his group was afraid of falling into the trap of the two of them.

After Liu Xiaofei gave a serious reminder, he chuckled again: "But you guys have a really good idea. You asked me to catch them and be a good person to rescue them. A group of fledgling guys were indeed fooled."

Sun Jiuyang said calmly: "I have no choice but to do this for the rewards offered by those forces in the Tianqin Kingdom. Although it is easy to deal with those monsters, it is not worth the gain to let the Jiuyin Sect hold a grudge. I am playing in the Five Mountains Divine State.

I'm very happy, but I don't want to leave just like that."

"That's right, there are a lot of girls here waiting for my favor. Now the Jiuyin Sect can only be regarded as the work of the Baiyun Sect, and there is no doubt about others. It would not be in vain that I spent all my efforts to lure those guys away. If not

I have used so many methods to lure away the disciples of the Nine Yin Sect of the Tian Qin Kingdom. I am afraid that it will not be so easy to succeed this time. Should I be more careful? Besides, I am also injured, should you show some respect?"

Liu Xiaofei seemed to be thinking of the injury, and his tone was quite unhappy.

Sun Jiuyang smiled faintly: "It's boring to talk about this. We always only talk about interests and not feelings. If you get hurt, you can only say that you didn't do things well. It's good that I don't blame you. Besides, you think it's easy for me.

, keep your cultivation level at the level of an immortal, and make sure every monster is killed by a disciple of the Baiyun Sect, leaving as few traces as possible. It was almost exposed several times, so I should have done more."

The more Zhou Cheng heard about these two shameless people raised by old rabbits, the angrier he became. He couldn't help but want to rush over, but was stopped by the sloppy old man, who told him not to rush and wait.

ps: When I got home, I suddenly saw a piece of news. The author of Ten Years of Xueluo died suddenly from overwork. I couldn’t help but feel heart palpitations when I felt sad. After all, I often stayed up late to type. I hope that Ten Years of Snow Luo will go well in heaven, and I also wish you the best.

I and all my friends are in good health. There is nothing a street writer can do but help promote this book. Ten years of snowfall

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