Chapter 900: Two hundred and four

Chapter 900, Chapter 204: Holy City
"Isn't it dead?"
The young man turned his head in horror, trying to verify if what he saw was an illusion, but found the black and thin boy's equally shocked face.
One after another, Chen Heng's corpses on the ground got up one after another, but they all crawled humblely on the ground like the two young men. They didn't even dare to lift their heads. They were fainted by the spiritual pressure, and they naturally understood their faces. What a horrible existence.
The tall and thin man wearing a Gouchen mask leaned back on the wooden chair and looked up and down at the young black and thin boy.
It can be vaguely seen that the five sense organs of this child are still a little different from the aboriginal people of Vimalakirti. The dark skin is more like sun than natural. Most of the eyes here are brown, while the young people’s eyes are brown. But his eyes were bright black, which made Tang Luo somewhat kind.
"Are you from Zhongzhou?"
The hoarse voice sounded, and the black skinny boy was so excited that he hurriedly replied, "The little man's mother is from Zhongzhou."
It turned out to be a mixed race, no wonder he could speak standard Mandarin.
Tang Luo suddenly realized that he moved his gaze to the boy's right arm. With his eyesight and martial arts accomplishments, he had already seen from the young man entering the tavern that this kid was a master with a knife, and at least he was very hard. For those who have practiced swordsmanship, the cocoon of the tiger's mouth in his right hand extends straight to the tip of the index finger. This is caused by long-term use of the sword (xin2).
The lower arm is strong and strong, but the upper arm is soft and soft, and with a machete stuck in the waist, it is conceivable that the young man must be good at a sharp knife, especially the first cut after drawing the knife. It must be as fast as the wind, and kneeling side by side. The young man with only a few rough hands formed a sharp contrast.
With a guide who can speak Mandarin, he finally doesn't need to be like a deaf-mute person. Tang Luo was very satisfied, stood up and said: "If this is the case, just let me go."
Hearing this, the black thin boy's face changed suddenly, and he raised his head and asked with a trembling voice: "Where to go?"
"Ned."
The tall and thin man in the star robe got closer and closer, and the pressure in the black and thin boy's heart became greater, but he still resisted his fear and asked, "Go now?"
"of course."
The man wearing the mask has already walked to the black thin boy, looking up, he can only see the two Gujing Wubo eyes on the Gouchen mask. The cold storage area is like the Nine Netherworld Pluto, like a steel knife scraping on the pig iron. The hoarse voice sounded: "Stand up."
The thin black boy stood up with his legs swayed, and was put on his shoulders by a big hand. The palm of the man in the mask was so big that his fingers were so large that he caught his armpit and clasped his entire arm.
The black-robed man who grabbed the thin black boy's arm casually threw a bag of coins into the tavern, turned around and left the tavern, giving the life in the tavern some surviving happiness.
As soon as Tang Luo, who was holding the black thin boy, walked outside the house, he rose from the sky and flew in the direction of Ned City, at an astonishing speed.
After the black and thin boy in his hand had just been flying for a while, he suddenly struggled violently: "Let go of me, let me go, let me go down, I can't go! I can't go now!"
But no matter how he struggled, the palm of his right arm was still motionless, like an iron yoke. Tang Luo turned to look at the black and thin boy, hoarsely said: "Let go now, you will fall to death."
At this time, the two of them were thousands of feet above the ground, and the little ghosts of the mortal realm cultivation base would only fall into flesh when falling from such a height.
But the black and thin boy seemed to have something more important than his life. He actually overcame the fear of Tang Luo, and roared: "It's my business to fall to death. You let me go, I won't be your guide, you let me go!"
Tang Luo held his figure in the air, brought the thin black boy in front of him, curiously said: "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Do not"
"Woo~"
"Ah~~~~~~~~"
After the masked man really let go, the fast-falling black thin boy still yelled in fear, falling faster and faster, and the cold wind was blowing on his face and body like a steel knife. As he got closer to the ground, his fear became greater. Come bigger.
Fear, hesitation, and helplessness, he did not expect that the masked man in the cold storage would really say let it go, and a trace of regret rose in his heart.
He did not regret the decision to let the masked man let go, but hated himself for being stupid. When he went out, he put on several big locks. There was only one door to the door. The food and water hidden in the room could make people live for up to ten days. The girl didn't know she was dead, so she waited at home stupidly. She ran out of food and water, but there was really no way to survive!
Dongzhi closed his eyes in pain and waited quietly for death. Perhaps this was the punishment given to him by the gods. He was a robber in his previous life. He should be a pariah in this life and give his money to Hyderabad. Everything, but I was not reconciled. I secretly practiced the forbidden technique and turned away from the gods and committed a lot of killings. Perhaps my life was not enough to pay for the sins, so I wanted to harm my innocent sister.
"Almighty and compassionate Asura God, please listen to my humble request, and I am willing to exchange the body of the ninth untouchable for a way of life for Amei!"
The black and thin boy who died on his head couldn't help but pray silently in his heart, hoping that the gods would hear his prayer, but after he finished his prayer, he found that his body really became lighter, as light as a feather, rippling with the wind. .
"Does God Asura actually hear my prayers?"
The thin black boy opened his eyes in surprise, but he was surprised.
There is no Asura god, there is only one weird man wearing a gouchen mask in front of him, and his body is floating with eight azure blue falling Yuyuan magnetic beads, they are all over and four, and they are equal in length. A square light curtain, and I floated in the light curtain, as if weightless.
Looking down, he was less than ten feet off the ground at this time. This strange feeling made him feel strange. Suddenly, his own weight suddenly returned. It turned out that the eight yuan magnetic beads spread out and the light curtain disappeared. He cried out strangely. His fell into the snow and let out a muffled snort.
After climbing up from the snow with difficulty, I saw the masked stranger land safely, and a hoarse voice sounded: "You are about to fall into the mud and you don't call for help. It seems that you are really not afraid of death."
Regardless of wiping off the snow from his collar, the thin black boy knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "My lord, there are people who understand Mandarin in the tavern. I will point it out to you. Would you let them be your guide, boy? I really can't go to Ned today!"
The black and thin boy who escaped from the dead is completely no longer brave just now, because when he fell, he suddenly thought of what tragic way Sang Lu would die if he really died. He must not die, he must go to Amei Open the door!
Tang Luo looked down at the black and thin boy, and said lightly: "The only one who can speak Mandarin in the tavern is you."
(End of this chapter)