The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng glanced at the young cultivator beside him. It was not appropriate to call him a young man, but apart from his appearance, Dugu Jiujian's mood was the same as that of a young man.

From this point, it can be seen that Dugu Jiujian was indeed well protected by his family and sect.

Apart from cultivation, he did not need to think too much.

This time he followed me, just for the sake of freshness, or perhaps because of the spirit of youth.

He had never seen the truest appearance of the immortal sect, and now he must have been greatly stimulated.

Qin Feng did not want to criticize him at this time, at least he had begun to see where the "common people" were.

"Okay, don't think so much." Qin Feng patted his shoulder and changed the subject: "Let's think about where to get some food for this child."

Looking down, the child of Xuanyuan clan was nestled in Qin Feng's chest, playing with his long white hair boredly.

Feeling Qin Feng's sight, the child immediately stretched out his pair of broken hands happily towards Qin Feng.

The child didn't have many clothes on him, and they were even a little thin.

But along the way, Qin Feng didn't need to take too much care of him.

Perhaps because he was of the Xuanyuan family's bloodline, he had long been accustomed to the ice and snow of the Extreme Cold Abyss, so even if there was snow outside, it didn't affect him at all.

The child's skin was very white, just like the snow around him.

He was still a baby, and his face was a little round.

The cinnabar mole in the center of his eyebrows, representing the Xuanyuan family's bloodline, was particularly conspicuous, and his eyes were also a beautiful aqua blue.

He should have been born not long ago, only three or four months old, and he couldn't speak yet.

But he seemed to have his own emotions and was particularly intimate with Qin Feng.

Seeing the child, no matter whose child he was, Qin Feng's heart softened unconsciously and reached out.

Seeing this, the child grabbed his fingers, his little hands were fat, his fingers were short and thick, but they were particularly cute.

This was treating Qin Feng's fingers as toys.

Seeing this scene, even Dugu Jiujian, who was just complaining, couldn't help scratching his head: "Why is this child so close to you?"

"You don't know, before you woke up, except for Grandpa Lin, Lin Shen and I would cry loudly no matter who touched him."

"And he is worthy of being the child of Xuanyuan family. He is born with pure spiritual bones, and even his crying is particularly loud."

In fact, what Dugu Jiujian wanted to say was that the crying of this child was about to cause an avalanche, but it didn't wake Qin Feng up.

Qin Feng teased the child in his arms and smiled and replied: "Maybe it's fate."

Before Qin Feng woke up, the way they fed this child was to use the dry food brought by the Lin family's grandparents, boil it into rice porridge and feed it to him.

But this child is strange, he will eat anything he is fed, but he won't cry if you don't give him anything.

The premise is that Dugu Jiujian and Lin Shen don't hug him.

"I'm wondering if this child doesn't need to eat at all? Think about it, the Xuanyuan clan has been guarding the Extreme Cold Abyss for thousands of years, what do they eat?"

Dugu Jiujian's conjecture makes some sense. The people of the Xuanyuan clan are born with spiritual bones and are gifted. They are very different from birth.

Qin Feng thinks it is possible that their children don't eat since birth.

But in Qin Feng's eyes, this is just a child, and children need to eat.

At least before confirming that the child does not need to be fed, he will not let a baby starve in front of him.

"Let's take a look first. Grandpa Lin still has some rice and flour on him, so he can hold on."

If it really doesn't work, he can only add the fasting pill to the child's food.

Of course, the best solution now is to find a way out first, and the first thing is to leave this nightmare.

Qin Feng and Dugu Jiujian both know that nightmares will not appear out of thin air. Whose nightmare is this and what it is, they still need to figure out.

The two walked around the streets, which were bustling with people. Just as the waiter said, it was very lively.

Especially when they entered the most central streets, the spacious streets were crowded.

And when they first entered the city, some local residents looked at them with scrutiny and scrutiny, after all, the clothes they wore were out of place here.

Especially Qin Feng's white hair, no matter where he stood, was very conspicuous.

But when they arrived at the central street, no one noticed them.

Because among the people coming and going, many people were dressed even stranger than them.

Not to mention white-haired people, there were many red-haired people along the way, and many Western faces.

These people had different accents, but they were all trying hard to shout and sell.The items for sale were all rare items outside this city.

Some of them were even things that Dugu Jiujian had never seen, such as colored glaze and Persian carpets.

He stayed in the sword tomb all year round and rarely went down the mountain, so he didn't have much contact with these things.

He was a teenager, and he was quickly attracted by these things.

"It turns out that there are so many novel things in the mortal world..." Dugu Jiujian widened his eyes, as if his eyes were not enough to see.

This dazzling street really exceeded his imagination.

He knew it was a nightmare, but this nightmare was too real, making people linger.

As long as he doesn't eat the things here and goes too deep into it, it's okay to just look at it, so Qin Feng didn't stop him, but teased him: "Why, in your eyes, what should the mortal world look like?"

Dugu Jiujian scratched his head: "I rarely go to the mortal world, and most of the time I practice swordsmanship in the sword tomb. I have been there a few times when I was training, but the places I went to... Anyway, they are not as good as here, but they are similar to the town in the north."

Qin Feng can understand, after all, it is a training, and most of the places Dugu Jiujian went to are places where monsters appear, most of them are sparsely populated, not so prosperous.

After all, according to his understanding, there are special Tianjiansi guarding in any prosperous capital.

The composition of Tianjiansi is also relatively complex, there are casual cultivators, and there are cultivators invited from the immortal gate.

However, most of the cultivators who can be invited from the immortal gate are of ordinary strength. After all, as long as there is hope of ascending, who would be willing to work for others in the mortal world?

He just knew that he would become a casual cultivator sooner or later, so he was paving the way for himself in advance.

And where the Heavenly Supervisor was, most of the time, there was no need for sect disciples to go there for training, and there was no such opportunity for them.

Dugu Jiujian was in such a place for the first time, and even if it was just an illusion, Qin Feng let him feast his eyes.

However, after walking all the way, Qin Feng began to wonder: This place is so real, is it really just a fiction?