"ah!!!!"
A pitiful scream spread far and wide, and the entire tavern could hear it clearly. The fat man's expression changed, and he quickly turned around and rushed towards the source of the scream, because that voice clearly belonged to his "best friend" Charles.
The door opened with a bang, and Zi'er was still huddled at the foot of the bed, holding a blood-stained wire in her trembling little hand. Charles squatted on the ground holding his head, moaning in pain.
"Charles, Charles... tell me, what happened?"
Charles let go of the hand covering his forehead, and an irregular wound several centimeters wide was exposed. Although the scratches were not deep, they were still shocking and oozing with blood.
The fat on the fat man's face twitched a few times, and he quickly comforted Charles. Then he got up angrily, picked up a thick stick at hand, walked a few steps, but stopped again, his eyes flashing fiercely. Looking at her dead.
He can't hurt this intact future "number one", otherwise her price may drop as a result.
"Uncle...Uncle, please let Zi'er go... Zi'er will repay you when she grows up."
She cried and begged, and the still trembling wire in her hand was held tightly by her, as if it had become her last life-saving straw.
"I like conquering scenes with a little excitement, which will make people more excited. I can feel my blood boiling, which will make the conquest full of passion."
Charles stood up, with a band of plaster on his head that he didn't know where to look for. His voice was still calm, but the fierce look in his eyes was much more terrifying than the fat man's. It had been countless years since he had suffered such a physical injury. The beast's blood, mixed with evil, boiled violently like a gunpowder explosion.
The fat man was startled by his gaze. He hesitated to speak, and finally smiled apologetically and said nothing. I can only pray that in this state, he can be as "soft" as possible in his roughness, so as not to damage this girl who can bring him a lot of money in the future.
"Uncle, please let Zi'er go... Zi'er will really repay you when she grows up. Zi'er, Zi'er never lies."
As she begged, she had stopped crying. The evil of human nature can easily shatter the world she knows. At this time, she seemed to be standing in a dead gray world of despair. Pleading was her last struggle for that slim hope. Like the last cry of a drowning man.
In front of these two humans whose humanity has been extinct, her pleas can only further stimulate their ferocity.
"Dear Charles, this was my mistake. I will definitely give you a satisfactory compensation for the loss you have suffered." The fat man quickly ran to him and said with a smile.
Ignoring the fat man, Charles smiled more and more dangerously. He grinned and breathed heavily: "My dear little angel, don't be afraid. I can only blame you for being too perfect. Tearing perfection to pieces is always the greatest enjoyment in life." .Although you offended me, your perfection can make me forget everything just now... "
He once again approached step by step. Only this time, he won't be scratched by the sudden appearance of the wire.
The fat man quickly bowed his waist and opened the door knowingly to go out.
Perfect…
Two words that were originally beautiful but now had thick shadows echoed in her mind, and Zi'er's eyes became hollow.
My mother said that I am the best and most perfect daughter in the world... But why would my mother treat me like this... Is perfection a sin
Because of perfection... Will I be as pitiful as those poor ladies...
If it is not perfect... everything will change and return to the past.
She took the wire and slashed it hard on her face... again and again...
The blood blurred her vision, blurring her originally delicate face. One after another, the ferocious blood-colored ravines destroyed the perfect face that God had spent countless efforts on... The pain paralyzed her nerves, and she waved her hands mechanically. The iron wire soaked red with blood was harder every time.
Unprepared, Charles opened his eyes wide with fear. He screamed strangely and rushed out of the room, leaving behind the angel that was torn apart by his own hands.
…
Next to the blacksmith shop was the appraisal shop. Feng Xiao glanced at the big sign with the word "Jian", took out the Unbounded Twin Stones again, and returned to Novice Village.
Coming out of the mysterious map, Feng Xiao immediately saw the old village chief standing in the center of Xinshou Village like a stone sculpture. He smiled and walked over, "Hello, Grandpa Village Chief."
The sleepy old man opened his eyes, and then asked with some surprise: "Brother Fenghun, have you been killed again?"
Three black lines appeared on Feng Xiao's head, and then he grabbed the old man's arm without any explanation: "Let's go! Take you to a fun place."
"Where?"
"You can choose yes!"
The village chief vaguely chose "Allow", and then his eyes were suddenly covered with blue light. After the blue light dissipated, what appeared in front of him was a completely unfamiliar scene.
"What is this place?" the village chief asked with wide eyes.
"You'll know soon." Afraid that the village chief wouldn't follow him if he asked questions, Feng Xiao directly used "Jue Ying", grabbing him and rushing towards the commercial street like the wind.
The village chief's body was blown to pieces by the extremely strong wind. After an unknown amount of time, the scenery in front of him finally became still, and what appeared in front of him was an elegant but somewhat empty hut.
"Grandpa Village Chief, this is the first appraisal shop of Wind Soul City, one of the main cities of Tianlong Continent. It is also where you will work in the future... Ahem, no need to thank me, that's it... Bye!!"
Before the village chief could react, Feng Xiao ran away. The only appraisers serving players in the entire Tianlong Continent are those from Tianlong Imperial City, which is equivalent to the complete monopoly of the appraisal industry by Tianlong Imperial City. In Feng Xiao's eyes, this is an industry with no capital and huge profits. How could he not be willing to install one in Feng City? Firstly, you can make huge profits, and secondly, you can better attract players to stay in Windy City. Among the people Feng Xiao knew, apart from the old man at the appraisal shop in Tianlong Imperial City, the only ones he knew were Feng Yao and the head of Novice Village No. 99999. Naturally, he would not be willing to let Feng Yao become an appraiser, so... he took the idea to the head of Novice Village.
They captured him without any explanation and left him helpless in this strange place without fear that he would not obey.
The sound of "The Lord of Wind Soul City has appointed you as the first appraiser of Wind City, do you accept?" sounded in his ears. The head of Novice Village stood blankly at the door of the appraiser shop, unable to turn his mind around.
City of Wind Soul... City Lord! ? The first appraiser…
"Accept." He replied with a dull look on his face.
Nowadays, all novice players will only be sent to the first 1,000 novice villages. No. 99999 novice villages have long been lifeless, and they may have to stand in the same place forever until they turn into mummies and disappear.
Destiny has undergone such a dramatic change in just one minute, and this change does not seem to be a bad thing, but a huge good thing... At most, I am used to silence and loneliness, and it is difficult to accept the noise and prosperity for the time being. .
When Feng Xiao returned to the palace, there were already more than a dozen people waiting for him in the main hall. Those who can be directly allowed to enter by the Thunder Emperor are naturally those who played a decisive role in the previous city defense battle.
"Haha, Feng Emperor! This title is incredible. When can I have an emperor-level title?" As soon as Feng Xiao stepped in the door, he heard Xiao Tian's admiring laughter. As he spoke, he said to him wink.
"Only the title of emperor is worthy of Brother Shura. In my heart, Brother Shura has always been like an emperor." Maple Leaf Kuanglan said quickly.
Feng Xiao glanced at everyone—Xiao Tian, Chen Bing'er, Fengye Haoran, Fengye Kuanglan, Chiyan Fentian, Chiyan Mohuo, Xiaoyue, Rainbow Nishang... and the unhappy-looking Nangong sisters and the little girl Maple Leaf Blue Star.
Feng Xiao's head ached for a moment, and he did not sit down on the throne. He walked directly from the door and said seriously: "Thank you all for helping me defend the City of Wind Soul some time ago. Without your help, there would be no Wind Soul today." City. You can set up gang branches in Windy City at will, and there are no restrictions on area or number of people, and there is no need to get a gang building token or anything. In addition, you can feel free to put forward any requests you have."
Maple Leaf Kuanglan quickly stood up and waved his hand: "Brother Shura, please don't be so polite. These are what we should do...should be."
Among these people, except for a few clueless little girls, almost all of them knew what this "should" meant.
"Since we are all our own, there is no need for Xiaolan to be polite to me. Fengcheng will still need your help in many places in the future. By the way, what is the purpose of you coming to me today?"
Fengye Haoran said with a smile: "We have no special purpose for coming this time. We just came to visit the 'Wind Emperor' who showed up for the first time. Haha, brother Shura, now you are already the world in all aspects." No. 1, no one can match it.”
Feng Xiao shook his head with a smile, and turned his gaze to Chiyan Fentian and Chiyan Mohuo: "I will remember your Chiyan Gang's heroic actions."
"No! We should feel lucky. Facts have proved that our original choice was correct." Red Flame Demon Fire smiled calmly. Chi Yan Fentian took two steps forward and took out his flaming sword that had been broken into two parts: "I have no other request, I just hope that you can help me repair this sword as they said, I will be grateful. .”
He is another person who is crazy about swords and swords no matter in the world of reincarnation or in the real world. Unlike Xiao Tian's nimbleness, he is good at the fierce route of opening and closing. Feng Xiao took the flame sword and said something that puzzled Chi Yan Fentian: "In three minutes, I will give you a surprise."
Directly passed the broken flame sword to Tie Wuya in the demon refining pot, and used his mind to send a message: "Master Tie Wuya, can you repair this sword?"
A few seconds later, a voice full of disdain sounded: "It's just a high-level fairy weapon. I can completely repair it in two minutes, no, one minute."
"Yeah. By the way, I have a lot of gems with fire attributes there. Try to set as many of them as possible on them."
"no problem!!"
He didn't know that his casual words would become a magical weapon. Things like gems that enhance attributes have no effect on Feng Xiao. There are a lot of fairy-level and spiritual-level ones, and they are accumulating more and more. Tie Wuya, the super god-level old pervert, smashed all the high-grade fire attribute gems in the demon refining pot. The whole process was extremely easy, and he even easily broke the restriction that the flame sword could only be inlaid with three gems. A total of twelve.
We can only blame Feng Xiaoduo for saying "as much as possible". Tie Wuya definitely followed his words as an imperial edict.