Chapter 1686: First thousand six hundred eighty six

Chapter 1686 The first thousand six hundred and sixty-six chapters of the dead city
Ning Qi’s eyes changed slightly, and he took a step at a glance.
What is the store selling?

Step by step, the wind looked at the shop, and there was a hint of disgust in his eyes.

Predecessors, the monks here have a variety of disgusting hobbies. The shopkeepers in this store are doing a good job in catering to this group of monks, but the monks in this place are quite ordinary, those brains. All of them are from the one-year-old children of one to two years old. The shopkeeper controls at least thousands of Terran women, and they give birth to many children every year..."
Step by step and whisper.
"Predecessors, there have been many monks who passed through the city of the dead, they couldn't see the eye, they wanted to help those poor women. As a result, these monks were all without exception. All of them were missing in the city of the dead. They couldn't see anyone, and they couldn't see the dead!"
Step by step, the poems flashed with big eyes and looked at Ning Qi, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
In the shop, not only the care of the foreign monks, but also the care of the human race monks, when they eat, the expression is very enjoyable, as if to taste the delicious food.
Ning Qi’s thoughts swept through the entire city of the dead. In addition to the scene in front of him, there were basically all kinds of horrible things happening in the dead city. Those ordinary mortals who did not cultivate were in the city of the dead. In the eyes of the monks, like a pig, you want to kill and kill.
"It’s a city of the dead, this name is really not wrong, but there is a name that should be more suitable for this place... This place should be called on earth."
Ning Qi faintly whispered, then lifted his foot and walked toward the shop, and the two brothers and sisters of Xiaofeng were slightly stunned, and a hint of hunch rose in their hearts.
There was a hint of hesitation in the eyes, and the step of the wind has not kept up. Step by step poetry has taken the lead in keeping up with Ning Qi.
"But it..."
Step by step, the wind smiled slightly and followed.
"This son, today's ‘child brain soup’ has been sold out, please come early tomorrow.

The owner thought that Ning Qi was planning to try the fresh, and then smiled and smiled.
"These, but I am the brain of a child?"
Ning Qi looked at the owner, faintly pointing at the cleaned brains of the beggars.
The owner heard the words, his face changed slightly, and his eyes flashed a cold color. He looked at Ning Qi with a smile and smiled. He said, "Who is my way? It turns out that this is a guy who doesn't open his eyes. Kid, you are the first. Come to the city of the dead once? I feel that these children’s brain soups are so devastating that I have to go for the heavens? Hahaha, don’t forget, here is the place! Today I am very compassionate, reminding you, come to the dead The city must guard the rules of the dead city. If you see the 'live roasting feast', you will know that this small business in this store is counted in the dead city?"
After a pause, he suddenly stepped forward to take a child brain soup in front of a monk. The monk showed a hint of anger on his face and looked at the owner and Ning Qi coldly.
Snapped!
The shopkeeper took Tong Tong Tang in front of Ning Qi and looked at Ning Qi with a cold mock: "Come, drink it, you will keep the rules of the dead city, I will forgive you this time, otherwise, someone will To clean up your unruly monk, the dead king in the dead city, more than one?"
Speaking of this, the owner's mouth is slightly raised, and the look is ridiculous.
A monk in the Buldan territory dared to ridicule the three people of Ningqi. It is conceivable that the so-called rules of the dead city in his mouth made him full of confidence.
"This place should not exist."
Ning Qi smirked, and the knives flashed past. The shopkeeper and the monk who was in the store who had a taste of sucking the brain soup, was instantly smashed into several sections. The owner did not die on the spot, and the broken head just rolled off. At the foot of Ning Qi, he looked at Ning Qi with anger and anger, and made a leaky embarrassment: "You dare to kill me in the dead city! I am a native! Kill me, you can't escape!"
Hey, countless gaze casts over Ningqi, and the monks who are walking on the road have stopped and looked at Ningqi.
Among these monks, the indigenous people accounted for the majority, but there were also some of them who were the monks who passed through the area. They looked at Ning Qi’s eyes, which was a little weird. In their view, although the dead city was tyrannical, some things were very Disgusting, but what is the life of an ordinary mortal in the district?
There are countless tens of thousands of mortals in the Central Plains. It is unwise to destroy the rules of the dead city for such mortals who are raised as pigs and sheep.
"I don't know which child is the child. The newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger."
"It’s just a act, it won’t last long!

"Everything has to think twice, but this one is quite pleasing to the eye. Wait for him to say two good words and save him a life!"
An old man who exuded the spirit of the four robbing creatures, some of them admired Ning Qi, and there was a group of young monks around him. The strength was generally between the creator and the lord.
"Which guy who doesn't open his eyes, dare to rule the rules of my dead city?"
A roar came, and the monks on the road shunned away. The whole street was centered on the three people of Ningqi, and within a hundred square feet, there was no one!
"I can't escape, use you to worry about it?"
Ning Qi looked at the head of the foot with a sneer, and gently stepped on it, then gaze at a black robe who had just fallen in front of him.
The black robe monk exudes a faint scent of the creator, and after landing, his eyes are locked in Ningqi.
"Hey, Chen Jiu-xiong, is that you? You can still remember the old man? Haha, this is a misunderstanding. Looking at the face of the old man, is it better?"
The old man saw the arrival, and immediately laughed and greeted him.
"Pu Yan? Is this monk also a child of your Pu family?"
After the black robe monk saw the old man, his brow was slightly wrinkled, and his eyes flashed a hint of jealous color.
"The death is nothing but a shopkeeper in Doo Dan. Hey, those diners have been accidentally affected, but their cultivation is also very low. In your eyes and eyes, there is an ant-like existence. There are some remedies in it. Also ask Chen Jiuxiao to smile."
The old man smiled slightly and did not answer the words of the black robe monk. Instead, he handed a leather bag to his hand.
Chen Ji quietly picked up the leather bag, and then swept Ning Qi coldly. "I am taking a misunderstanding of this matter today, but you can't stay in the dead city, get out."
"Little brothers, people have to bow their heads under the roof."
The old man’s voice rang in Ningqi’s ear.
Ning Qi smiled at him and then waved his hand.
Jiuyan is a big man!
The staunch palms fell directly on Chen Jiu’s body. Under the eyes of the public, Chen Ji, who was still full of arrogance, turned into a ash.
"The old man, today I want to wash the dead city. If you are not related to the city of the dead, please watch the movie behind you..."
Ning Qi’s mouth is slightly raised.