The popular eyes on the roof of the Land Temple were wide open. He wanted to slap the managers to death, and also wanted to kill the arrogant beggar. His anger spread in his heart.

But he resisted this idea and told him rationally that he still had a task.

The Count did not relax after those people left, and there was no safety here.

Who wants to poison these two people and find someone to try to catch him.

He did not walk around the world of immortal cultivation, only these two times appeared in the world of immortal cultivation, so there should be no enemies.

The Count knew that this man was framed once, and he might frame him again. If he left this time, he might kill those two people.

Those two people were just beggars, and being killed was not pitiful. But if they were killed and wrongly accused him of the same, this was a cause of trouble for their hamlets. It is possible that the government would take advantage of this reason to attack their hamlets or encircle them.

If you want to inflict a crime, there is no need to worry about it. This sentence can also be used between officials and the people.

The Count's caution was not unreasonable. The man who was observing him was thinking that he would walk away and kill the two beggars.

After the beggar laughed, he found that they still had buns on their hands. The buns were no longer hot. They felt a little cold and hard, but they didn't have the smell of rotten rice and leftovers they asked for.

"Eat buns...hehe."

"Thank you, thank you, young man for the buns you gave."

The two of them ate the bag in their hands in two or three strokes. They felt that they were not full enough to look at the count, wanting him to divide it a little more.

The Count had eaten two buns. He originally wanted to buy more storage bags for the buns to put on his body so that he could eat them on the way back.

Seeing these two people looking at him pitifully, they could only give them four buns from the storage bag.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The two of them ate buns and forgot about their unhappiness before. Their dirty buns were held and the white buns were taken out with a fingerprint.

But I didn't feel like I continued to eat, and there was no such thing as the bad bowl that I wanted the count to give them money and accompany them.

Subconsciously, I felt that this young man was extraordinary. No matter how stupid they were, they knew that they must have been poisoned before.

The young man in front of him was so kind to heal them. The beggar also wanted to live without a heart of evil or grateful, but he was not the kind of person who did not distinguish between gratitude and grudge.

The young man in front of him disrupted their food to save them. At this moment, they gave them such delicious buns to eat.

The Count sat in a corner and did not fall asleep. He did not dare to sleep what happened tonight, and he was always on guard against attacks.

Although he was sitting, his hand was already lying in his arms. If the other party attacked the three of them, he would use the magic wand as soon as possible.

The two beggars sat on the other side after eating their fill of the buns. They didn't dare to sleep at first, but gradually they fell asleep and snored again.

The man on the roof used his spiritual sense to explore the three people from the Land Temple. The beggar lay on the ground in the Land Temple, spread straw on the ground, and fell asleep on it.

The young man seemed to be asleep, and the shopkeeper asked him to follow this person. Could it be that this person has a treasure?

In order to find out if this person had a treasure on him, he took out the drug from the storage bag.

When he gave medicine to the people of the Land Temple, he felt that this young man had no spiritual energy, he looked like a mortal, and he looked like a foreigner.

This person must have a secret. Is it because the individual has a secret or the family has a secret?

If you are fascinated by him and capture him, making him worse than death, just search his body and you will know?

The count felt another odor in the air, and the magic wand in his hand could not be placed in his arms, giving out a little light.

In fact, he was using it secretly, trying to use a magic wand to clean up the enemy's things.

"Who, come out sneakily."

The Count did not sit and waited for death, so he flew out of the land temple, looked at the roof and jumped onto the roof.

The plotter was guilty. When he heard the count's words, he actually flew into the sky with his flying sword. In the dark night, the count only saw a black shadow flying into the sky.

I can't see the person's appearance clearly, I only know that I am a cultivator wearing black clothes.

The Land Temple attacked people twice in a row, using low-level methods.

The Count stood here quietly and did not go back to the land temple.

He had already noticed that the two men were snoring while asleep, but now they were sleeping as hard as a dead person.

Even a fool can guess that this person is using a pill this time.

The Count stood at the entrance of the Land Temple for one night. When it was light dawn, he was about to rush.

While rushing to the road, prevent the person from following him back to the village. He walked a long way, not the way back to the village.

This time he walked through the town, he would not be reluctant to spend money to sleep outside and rent a house in a shop.

The person who followed the count followed him for another day, and felt that this person was always rushing, but he seemed to have no purpose. He did not contact anyone during this day, and he had no other actions or purposes.

He even doubted the purpose of the shopkeeper. What secret would such an ordinary person have to follow him?

I was following this person to stay in a hotel, and he would not sleep with this person like yesterday, and he also secretly found a room in this inn.

He was like a mysterious person. When he entered the inn, he did not need to ask the inn for water to take a bath, nor did he ask the inn for food and drink.

After entering the room, he always covered the inn with his spiritual sense. As long as the young man left, he would definitely know.

The Count came to stay in the inn and had no good food, so he asked the inn owner for buns.

As the young master of the copycat, even if the copycat is very poor, he still has some money on it, but he saves a little bit.

"Customer, your buns, today's meat buns are very fragrant."

The one who sent the buns to the guest room was not the boss, but the boss's wife. She was dressed very charmingly and didn't look like an ordinary woman.

The Count felt a strange thing about this woman, not like a serious woman from a good family.

"Okay, let it go!"

"Customer, if you have any instructions, just say it, the little girl can do anything! You can also ask for other services."

The boss's wife looked at the count's handsome face, which was different from their immortal cultivation world. This was the same. She was so handsome and elegant. Such a young man was really tempting.

"No need..." The Count looked at this woman vigilantly, and always felt like he was living in a black store.

"Okay! Guests, you have a pleasant stay."

The boss's wife laughed temptingly, and blinked at the young man, and closed the door for him when she went out with a smile on her face.

The count looked at the bun in front of him. He always felt that there was something wrong with the bun, but he didn't dare to eat it when he looked at the bun.

The count looked at the bun quietly, wondering if the bun was poisonous or there were other medicines.

I couldn't smell other scents from the buns, but it had a smell that didn't look like pork.

He felt that this bun was definitely not what the boss called pork bun.

He might not have noticed the buns he had sent from the boss's wife.

The boss's wife left the count to come to the room, and the opponent's waiter winked at the shop outside.

The waiter was secretly staring at the only two guests in the inn.

The boss lady returned to her room. The boss who was very serious just now was now facing the boss lady.

"Master, are they fat sheep? Are they going to kill them with chopped meat and buns?"

"No, these are two fat sheep. One of them can't come out of the room. You can tell from his voice that this person has a strong ability to cultivate immortals, and is higher than ours, so it's not easy to start. That young man is easier to start. I don't want him to die. I want him to be my pet, hahahaha."

"Yes..." The boss is just a subordinate of the boss's wife.

This black shop was run by the boss's wife, and specializes in catching those passing people. They are old and weak and useless. They will be killed and chopped into meat sauce later and cooked for passing guests.

A handsome and handsome person like the Count locked them in a dungeon and became her male favorite.

The boss’s cultivation level is in the Jindan stage. Those who come and go through this town will not live in their shops at all.

They have been doing this for many years. Those once young male lovers are tired of being played with by her. After being miserable, they don’t even care about love at all, killing people and chopping them into meat sauce.

More people went crazy after being played with by her, and those who went crazy died faster.

There was something strange in the inn. The person who did not appear in the room had already noticed something was wrong and did not come out.

As long as these people don't mess with him and stay here at night, they can keep them alive.

He believes that people like you have low cultivation and dare not provoke him.

But unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, sneaky people began to move out.

Someone sprayed smoke into the room of the young man who was afraid of following him.

The man who sprayed the smoke was the waiter who had been sneaking outside.

The waiter sprayed the mist and did not open the room immediately. When the person in the room was probably confused by the mist, he left.

The man in black was a little confused. What else would the waiter do if he sprayed the fog?

There was no movement anymore. Could it be that this young man was able to sleep better?

No, things are not that simple.

The man in black entered the room from outside the door of the room and observed that the man seemed to be asleep.

The waiter was sprayed with smoke and fell asleep, but he was still asleep.

"Hehe!"
To be continued...