Tolstoy said happily, "I didn't expect that our operation would actually go wrong and cause so much trouble to Xie Zun Sheng Xuanruo. I don't even know what to say. In the end, it should be considered luck." . Mr. Yi, please don’t raise your tail, our road ahead will be difficult."
Yi Jing patted the shoulders of the two good brothers on the left and right, and said with a smile, "Master Tuo, Brother Ba, you can rest assured. The Luo City of today is no longer the Luo City of the past. The Luo City of the past is just It is just a storehouse of fish and rice for the entire Wuhun Continent. And now Luo City is not only very rich, but also equipped with both offense and defense. The city is high and the pool is deep. Any foreign enemy who wants to capture Luo City must ask us to do it. Only the war sword and long sword can be used. Haha."
Yi Jing stood up, turned over with a beautiful kite, and flew to the top of the precious gourd of the pagoda dozens of meters high. One leg is independent, in the shape of a capital hanging upside down. Looking up and down at Tolstoy and Ba Fengnan who were lying on the back of the tower, "Brothers, stop being lazy. Get up and practice."
Tolstoy calmed down, stretched, rubbed his shoulders, which were still a little sore from the confrontation with Evil Lord Sheng Zhixuan, and greeted Ba Fengnan, and the two of them stood up.
Whizzing! Two phantoms flew down. When Tolstoy left the top of the tower with the magic of Tiangang, he smiled at Yi Jing, who was standing upside down on the golden rooster, "Master Yi, just practice slowly. We have been fighting all day. . I have to go back and have a good sleep to replenish my energy."
Yi Jing laughed, stood up happily, and immediately followed behind them, leaping towards the main palace in the city.
The three of them used all their strength to perform Tiangang magic, and like phantoms, they were escaping on the originally bustling street in the high moon and dark wind.
The eight martial soul soldiers at the gate of the city lord's mansion saw the three of them arriving, and at first they thought they were enemies.
When the three people flashed to the door in an instant, they recognized that it was the city lord and two other adults who had arrived.
"Sir, you are back."
The three of them nodded slightly and entered the city lord's palace at a fast pace.
A few moments later, when Tolstoy was the last one to finish bathing and walked into the hall, he saw Yi Jing and Ba Fengnan, both wrapped in nightgowns, already lying carelessly on the Grand Master's chair. A mountain of nasal noises could be heard.
"Aha, it seems that these two guys are really tired from fighting, and they fell asleep so quickly."
The chief deacon of the city lord's palace reminded him cautiously, "Mr. Tolstoy, it's almost the second watch now. Do you want to go back to your room and rest?"
Tolstoy said in surprise, "What, it's the second watch so soon? Oh my god, no wonder these two guys sleep like dead pigs. Someone, help them to the room to rest quickly." "
"No, come on, Brother Bafeng, let's continue drinking."
"Well, we'll never get home until we're drunk. We'll drink until the end of the world, and the sea will dry up and the rocks will rot."
Thor angrily snatched the wine bottles from their hands, put them on the coffee table aside, and said to the Chief Deacon of the City Lord's Mansion, "Hurry up and get two bowls of sobering soup. I think these two guys are drunk. He must be a little unconscious."
After drinking two bowls of hangover soup, Yi Jing felt that the visibility in front of him suddenly improved a lot. With two crimson clouds on his face, he laughed and said to Tolstoy, "Master Tolstoy, when did you become so beautiful?" Yes, haha."
Thor smiled and cursed, "Screw you, it seems you are still drunk and you think I am the Witch Lotus."
When Yi Jing heard about Witch Lotus, he suddenly felt so sad that he wanted to cry.
He stretched out his body and sat on the edge of the bed, getting close to Tolstoy and pulling his sleeve to wipe his tears.
Tolstoy was stunned and looked at him and said, "What's wrong with you? You're not really in love with the witch. Is it possible that my nonsense like this can hit your mind?"
Yi Jing said slyly, "What are you talking about? There is sand in my eyes. That's why I shed tears."
Ba Fengnan also woke up at this moment and heard Yi Jing and Tolstoy talking. He opened his hazy drunken eyes and pointed at Yi Jing and said, "Young Master Yi, you are lying. You are obviously in love with the witch. Otherwise, why didn't you strike her with that sword when you were at Foguang Temple?"
Yi Jing said in surprise, "How do you know that I have been merciful to her? Oh my god, it's like you witnessed it with your own eyes. The fact is that you helped me entangle the evil Lord Sheng Zhixuan from the outside. You have never entered the Buddha's light at all. The main hall.”
Tolstoy pursed his lips, "You haven't eaten pork, and you haven't seen pigs running. We heard the noise outside. We can make a rough guess about the situation in Foguang Temple at that time. We still have this ability. Yes. Mr. Yi, tell the truth! Tonight is your last chance to be honest. Don’t wait until later."
"Brothers, please stop teasing me. I've told you long ago that Witch Lotus is not my cup of tea."
Ba Fengnan said quietly, "It seems that this boy is still not very honest. Well, in that case. Next time we see Witch Lotus, I will give you a chance to prove that she is not your cup of tea."
Tolstoy also immediately made a knife-clicking action in cooperation.
Yi Jing felt a chill on his neck, chuckled playfully, and immediately fell asleep.
"This kid." Tolstoy pointed at Yi Jing and shrugged helplessly at Ba Fengnan.
Ba Fengnan laughed and said, "You are my lover. My heart is as iron as iron, and my heart is as bright as the moon. You are bright and clear."
His singing made Yi Jing burst into laughter, and a palm filled with the power of the martial soul immediately hit Ba Fengnan.
Unexpectedly, Bafengnan had been prepared for it. He warned Tolstoy, "This kid is not asking for trouble. It seems that he has really fallen in love with the Witch Lotus."
Two fingers turned into scissors and counterattacked Yi Jing. The two exchanged blows, but neither one took advantage and rolled back into bed. Yi Jing got up and flicked out the candle in the room with another flick of his finger. The whole room finally fell into complete darkness.
After a while, the sound of sleep began, like the croaking of frogs. Even and dense.
"Good morning, Lord City Lord."
"Morning, eh, where are Mr. Tolstoy and Mr. Ba Fengnan."
In the city lord's mansion and the martial arts courtyard, several servants were doing chores. The courtyard was busy inside and outside, with people coming in and out. It shows a busy and lively scene.
The deacon said hello to Yi Jing, and when he asked about it, he immediately replied, "The two adults went to inspect the city gate. They said they might not come back for lunch. Please decide what to eat for lunch, Mr. Yi Jing." Also, Mr. Tolstoy said that they encountered a mysterious visitor last night. Mr. City Lord, you must be on full alert even during the day."
Yi Jing stared blankly for a while, "Mysterious visitor? Oh, I understand."
Yi Jing returned to the hall, thinking about finding Tolstoy and discussing what he and Ba Fengnan had discovered last night.
What kind of mysterious visitor is visiting us late at night? Unless it's him!
In Yi Jing's mind, he immediately thought of a person, and only Xie Zun Sheng Zhixuan had such motivation and courage. Dare to go to the city lord's mansion in Luo City to assassinate them.
However, due to the immature time and the always vigilant Tolstoy waiting nearby, Sheng Laomo did not find the opportunity to attack him.
Yi Jing suddenly felt a chill running down his back, secretly wondering if Tolstoy and Ba Fengnan hadn't been alert. Maybe he had already been killed by the Evil Lord.
"Hot porridge, roasted chicken legs, and your favorite meat-stuffed hand cakes, Lord City Lord. This is today's lunch, Lord City Lord."
Yi Jing practiced the Wuhun Magic Skills in the courtyard and performed several sets of magic skills. The power of the Wuhun Immortality Technique was operating in the soul veins throughout his body, and he felt extremely smooth. Pleasure like never before.
Unknowingly, it was lunch time. Yi Jing took a handkerchief handed over by the deacon of the mansion and wiped his sweat. Subconsciously, he said, "Go and invite Mr. Tolstoy and Mr. Ba Fengnan."
The chief deacon was stunned for a moment, "Lord City Lord, just now..."
"Oh, I almost forgot, they went to patrol the city. Well, I can eat this meal by myself."
When Yi Jing was walking towards the hall, a delicate voice called to Yi Jing, "Since your two good brothers can't accompany you, can you consider letting the slave family accompany you to finish this sumptuous lunch. "
Yi Jing never dreamed that Witch Lian would swagger into his city lord's palace. The chief deacon was startled and immediately shouted to the spirit guard next to him, "There are assassins."
With Witch Lian's skills, plus the fact that he inherited Demon Queen Zhu Yuyan's "Back-Yang Magic Code", even all the spirit guards in the city lord's mansion combined. It may not be possible to intercept her, so Yi Jing immediately stopped her and said, "Everyone, get back."
Turning to the witch who was dressed as pretty as before and with a beauty knot on her temples, "Since Sister Lian is here, I will prepare this meal for you. Anyway, I am just sending you a favor. I didn't cook the meal."
Witch Lotus showed a sweet expression of surprise, "Don't take your politeness as a worthless loan of flowers to offer to the Buddha, okay? At least I care about you and sincerely appreciate you inviting me to dinner."
Yi Jing couldn't help but said with a wry smile, "Then what are you waiting for? Please."
Yi Jing personally served a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, cut the hand cake into small pieces with a knife, put it on a beautiful plate, and brought it to Witch Lotus.
He himself took a bite of fragrant porridge and a bite of cake, which were extremely sweet and delicious.
The situation in the hall was very strange at the moment. For those who didn’t know better, they thought it was a couple having lunch together. Who would have thought that this pair of extremely charming and heroic men and women would actually be enemies of life and death.
Witch Lotus was just like a well-behaved kitten, gently moving her little cherry mouth and eating a little bit of hand cake, but she finished the fragrant porridge Yi Jing served him. Touching his belly, he said with satisfaction, "This is the most heartwarming lunch I have ever had."