Chapter 13:

The Blizzard Mercenary Group is the strongest mercenary team in Spring City.
Although the number of them is small, due to the arrogant and domineering character of Tuan Changjiang Xiaojie, he just occupied a large piece of land in the crowded Spring City as the team's resident.
The lord of Spring City, Huan Shengjie, came out angrily from the gate bearing the Blizzard logo. He thought of the arrogant look of the blizzard Xiaojie Yangtze River that didn't give himself a face, his face was blue, and his forehead jumped straight.
"Encircle and suppress Ye Peitian? Lord City Lord is really courageous. Although the holy blood is easy to use, but it also depends on whether there is a life to get it. I will not mix up such great achievements."
Just now, Jiang Xiaojie sat in his luxurious living room decorated like a nouveau riche, put his legs on the large desk in front of him without any politeness, and said this sentence mockingly.
The pros and cons who followed Huan Shengjie whispered comfortingly: "City Lord, you don’t have to be familiar with Captain Jiang, he is just a stupid man who can reach the end with one stick. Now, you hold the Tier 9 Demon Seed, waiting for you After the rank, you will be the number one master of Spring City. If you can get the Holy Blood again, where do you still need to look at this boy's face in the future?"
"But, if Blizzard doesn't make a move..." Huan Shengjie stopped, hesitating in his heart.
That human demon is a more terrifying existence than a Tier 9 monster. He is afraid that if one is not careful, he will end up like a goose city. The whole city turns into a desert, and there is no trace of the old days.
The love of God is also because of being bitten by this devil, it has changed from a large group that was once at its peak to its downright appearance.
He loves to listen to the compliments of his subordinates, but he is also very clear in his heart that although he and Jiang Xiaojie are both Tier 8 saints, Jiang Xiaojie's powerful offensive ability is actually tempered on the battlefield.
But he used the power and wealth of being the city lord to pile up the ranks with a lot of magic seeds, which is very imaginary.
If he had the ability to fight alone, even if he succeeded in reaching Tier 9, he would not be Jiang Xiaojie's opponent. Without the help of Blizzard, even if he gathered all the power he could use, he didn't dare to touch the famous Emperor Huangsha.
But at the same time, it is precisely because of the powerful armed forces of the Blizzard Mercenary Group in Spring City that he, the city owner, always has a sense of crisis on his back, that he was inspired by a word and decided to arrest Ye Peitian.
"Blizzard is unwilling to take action, we can also invite another person." The lame man leaned over.
Huan Shengjie's eyes rolled over.
"I heard that the head of the Qilin Mercenary Group happened to be in the southern capital not far from us. That is a Tier 9 spiritual master. The city owner can invite him."
"Xin Ziming, can he be willing?"
"I still have some understanding of the team leader. He is a profit-seeking man. As long as the price is sufficient, he will take any business."
"Don't be careful, according to my quiet observation these past few days, that Ye Peitian..."

Ye Peitian lived in the black street for a few days, and gradually got used to life here.
In the pavement of the streets and alleys, he took some hard work, and every day earning a few first-order magic seeds that he usually dismissed with interest.
When the setting sun was in the evening, a young man tainted with the smell of fireworks, wearing his iconic mask, holding a paper bag of steaming buns, walked slowly in the muddy alley.
The eyes of the child curled up in the corner lit up, and he quickly crawled out of the dark shack, looking at him eagerly.
The tall and thin men walked past them without squinting. Three white and fat big buns fell on the dirty dress of the child's mother.
"Thank you, thank you so much. May God bless you."
Behind Ye Peitian came a choked voice of thanks.
"I'm back, you. The vegetable porridge just out of the pot, packed for you, you take it." The owner of the snack bar saw Ye Peitian coming over, greeted him graciously, and handed a can of packed cans. Vegetable porridge, with a smile on his face, took a magic seed from Ye Peitian's hand.
Ye Peitian was carrying vegetable porridge in his hand, with a paper bag containing buns under his arm. Freeing a hand to help Granny Wu who was passing by, dragged a handful of the scraps he bought back. He easily raised his hand and lifted the heavy object as high as a hill up the steps.
"Thank you Nong."
Granny Wu's loud voice spread far and wide.
Ye Peitian raised his head and saw Xiao Chai, who was waiting for him to go back together every day, standing in front of him.
He took out the two buns left in the paper bag and handed it to him.
This little boy who is always noisy, his face is pale today, his eyes are evasive, and he is uncharacteristically quiet. The fingers of the buns even trembled.
"What's the matter?" Ye Peitian's deep voice sounded.
He said few things. Xiao Zhui lived with him for several days. This was one of the few words Ye Peitian said. If he changed the usual time, Xiao Zhui would jump up excitedly, and catch a lot of words like a cannon.
But at this moment he bowed his head, stuttering a bit,
"No, nothing. I have something to do today, let's take a small road."
The two slowly walked side by side in a sparsely-traveled alley.
There was dripping sewage under the boots, piled up everywhere on the road, countless mosquitoes buzzed in the air, and mice suddenly passed under the feet.
The golden age of street lights no longer exists.
In the dim shadows, there are many shack built with waste, and the shadows inside have human eyes looking outward.
A man appeared at the other end of the alley. His figure was weak and not strong. He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of glasses on his face. His appearance was gentle. The collar was slightly separated, showing a black scale. Neck.
Xiao Chai lowered his head and looked at the muddy water on the ground, and his fists trembling violently.
He suddenly grabbed Ye Peitian's clothes corner, "Don't go there, go, you go."
The man at the entrance of the alley pushed his glasses, and the glass lenses reflected light in the dim shadow.
A huge silver-white eye totem, strangely suspended in the air above his head.
The air in the alley seemed to be slightly distorted.
The scene in front of Ye Peitian suddenly changed. The darkened streets, a small chasing face with horror, and the men with glasses disappeared.
There is a bright, tidy and clean street in front of us, the passing cars, the sound of car horns, the sound of running water from the tap, and the sound of TV playing, all large and small are mixed together.
To his left is a familiar building, the factory dormitory where he grew up.
The neighbor's uncle came out wearing a ripped white vest, with his hands in his wide pants, and mumbled downstairs, took a look at him, and took a sputum on the floor.
A fat aunt downstairs passed by with a vegetable and greeted him with a smile.
"Pei Tian, ​​school is over."
A young boy ran by, grabbing the corner of his clothes,
"Brother, back."
That is his younger brother Ye Peiquan.
Ye Peitian stood there and saw Xiao Xiao put his schoolbag to his chest, carried his brother on his back, and walked upstairs.
There was no one in the room, so he turned on the light in the room, put down his schoolbag and his noisy brother. Bring a small chair, cushion it under the feet, and stand on the edge of the platform to start washing and cooking rice.
His stomach is very hungry, so he can't help speeding up his hands, wanting to cook the food before his parents get off work.
The younger brother from kindergarten made a noise around his feet. He accidentally fell off the chair, and the things on the stove were scattered all over the floor. Instead, the younger brother laughed.
The door was pushed open, and a woman pushed in, as if she hadn't seen him as a person in her eyes, stepped over his side, smiled gently and stretched out her hands to hug her younger brother who was sitting on the ground.
A tall, sweaty man followed in, tightening his brows and looking at the messy kitchen.
"I can't do a small thing, it's messed up. Go, go to the street and buy a case of beer for your father."
The little boy was scolded and pushed out the door. He did not cry or said any extra words. He stood silently in the corner of the street downstairs, looking up at the lamp upstairs.
Ye Peitian and the little one stood together, looking at the warm yellow light upstairs, the mother in the light picked up his younger brother, and the tall silhouette of his father cast into the window.
The window opened in their expectant eyes, and the mother, father and younger brother reached out to him together.
Come in, Pei Tian, ​​mom has cooked the meal, and eat with mom and dad.
The family smiled brilliantly, showing a smile he had never seen before, but had been longing for it, and reached out to him.
Ye Peitian raised his pale hand and grabbed it with his fingers without nostalgia.
The ground began to shake, the blocks cracked, and the familiar houses shook in front of them.
The roads of yellow dragons composed of yellow sand, gushing from the ground,
Cover the sky and the sun and the earth.
Don't bait.
Brother, brother, don't do this.
The faces of his family were twisted in front of him, Ye Peitian remained indifferent, tightened his fingers, the bright street scene was gone, and what he saw was still the dim and dirty street with sewage flowing.
Countless silhouettes of people in ambush on the street flashed quickly.
Xiao Chai sat paralyzed on the ground, shivering back, looking at him in horror.
"You, you are really the... the human demon they said."
Ye Peitian glanced at him blankly and cast his gaze to the man in the white shirt standing on the street.
"Spiritual, good." He slowly pulled down the black mask on his face, cracked his mouth and smiled, and his cold words whirled in the dark street, like a bloodthirsty devil in the abyss.

When Chu Qianxun returned to the house, he was surprised to find that there were a few plump and white meat buns on the table.
Pick up one with your hands, it's soft and fragrant.
She carefully checked the table top and the windowsill, and found no trace of sand left.
The table on which the steamed buns were placed was excessively spotless, almost reaching the level of insight.
The man who is good at controlling sand probably doesn't know how messy and dusty this table is usually. Chu Qianxun laughed, took a bun and took a bite in his mouth.
The scent of the cabbage steamed bun filled her mouth and filled her heart, causing her to uncontrollably breed an emotion, a feeling of happiness that she had not experienced for many years.
Chu Qianxun sat on the window sill, leisurely gnawing on the bun with his feet on his feet, and his eyes fell on the sycamore tree not far downstairs.
The lush tree looked at Chu Qianxun quietly, and there was no figure under the tree that she missed in her heart.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang from the distant street, and the simple tube building was even slightly trembling by the loud noise.
The strong light of the supernatural power flashed one after another at the top of the distant city.
The people in the tube building poked their heads out and looked into the distance nervously.
Chu Qianxun's downstairs window was pushed open with a crash. The freckled crazy woman stretched out her head.
"What's the situation? That location is a black street? How many people will have to die if you fight like this in the city?" Chu Qianxun asked.
"Who knows, looking at this ability, they are all high-ranking bosses. How can those people care about the life and death of ordinary people." The mad woman complained, retracted into the house, reached out and closed the window, "Don't look. As long as we don’t call here, it’s none of our business."
Chu Qianxun looked at the distant place where huge roars continued to sound. Various abilities and different colors of light repeatedly hit her face.
I don't know why, there is a faint uneasiness in her heart.