When the cannon fodder meets the villain boss

Chapter 70

It is indeed a good method, and it is very easy for a cultivator to hide something with a blindfold.

Yan Ming looked at Yan Wu again with a very complicated look, and then said with a smile: "Since the tattoo is gone, then this person is no longer the dead man of my Yan Pavilion."

Yan Wu, who seemed to have lost his soul at first, felt as if he was struck by five thunders when he heard this sentence, Nangong Weiran found it interesting, it seems that this defected dead man did not hate and have no nostalgia for Yan Ge as he thought.

"Pavilion Master, if this is the case, then I will not keep the Pavilion Master." Nangong Weiran said.Originally, it was a very happy thing for me to go out to the lake with my senior brother. Anyone would be upset if an outsider disturbed You Xing.

"For the sake of the two of you, this bottle of medicine is here to stay." Yan Ming took out a bottle from his sleeve and put it on the table next to him, then cupped his hands, "I'm sorry to bother you, please leave."

Then he turned and left.Soon the strong men guarding the various places of the painting boat quickly returned to the various fishing boats and scattered away as if they had come.

These people came and went quickly, Nangong Weiran glanced at the medicine bottle that Yan Ming put on the table, no need to ask, this is the antidote for the poison on Yan Wu's body, to be honest, it is amazing that Yan Ming can send this antidote Unexpectedly, but it is unusual for the Pavilion Master of Yan Pavilion to come in person. It is estimated that there are some stories between Yan Wu and Yan Ming.

But since he cared so much, why did he send people to chase and kill Yan Wu?

He waved his hand to make the dancing girl and singing girl who was scared to the side because of the siege of the boat retreat outside, and returned to her seat again, but this time Nangong Weiran sat at Situ Cang's table.

Glancing at the distraught Yan Wu, Nangong Weiran picked up the wine glass that Situ Cang had casually handed aside, and didn't mind that it was Situ Cang's drink. After taking a sip, he frowned: "It's not as good as senior brother's wine. "

Situ Cang couldn't help smiling, and blocked his right with his left hand, then took out a bottle of spirit wine from the Naxu Jie, opened it, poured a glass for Nangong Weiran, and signaled Nangong Weiran to taste it again.

Nangong Weiran took a sip, and his eyes narrowed into a line.The mellow and soft wine stimulates the taste buds, and the rich spiritual power penetrates into every part of the body as soon as you drink it. The spiritual power is so soft that Nangong Weiran can absorb and refine it immediately.

"Good wine!" Nangong Weiran exclaimed when he opened his eyes.Sure enough, in front of the spiritual wine of the cultivator, if the wine of ordinary people is not the best wine, or the wine is not very distinctive, it will be overshadowed.

Situ Cang put the wine bottle away again, the spirit power of this spirit wine is very strong, although Nangong has formed alchemy, it is not suitable to drink too much at one time.

"Brother, how about we go shopping at the night market tonight?" Nangong Weiran finished his glass of wine, and then suggested enthusiastically.The city they are in now is the city in the north of the Yong Kingdom, Wancheng, which is very prosperous because of the canal passing by.And because Yong Kingdom attaches great importance to business, the nightlife is also very lively.

"Okay, it's just junior brother, don't you think we should solve this first?" Situ Cang pointed to Yan Wu who hadn't recovered yet.Nangong Weiran turned to Yan Wu, and couldn't help frowning.

With a flick of a finger, a wave of spiritual power penetrated into Yan Wu's body, instantly making Yan Wu recover, blinked, quickly pulled up his clothes, walked silently in front of Nangong Weiran, and knelt down on one knee.

"Son."

Nangong Weiran sat upright, staring at him with a very sharp gaze, Yan Wu felt that he had been seen through for a moment.

"Yan Wu."

"Yes."

"I don't ask why you defected from Yan Pavilion, and I don't ask what relationship you have with that Yan Ming. But, since you have made a decision, don't regret it." Nangong Weiran narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Yan Wu, and said in a cold tone.

"Yes." Yan Wu seemed to have made up his mind, and there was a trace of determination in his eyes.

On the other side, Yan Ming led people out of the lake, abandoned the boat and got into the carriage. After a while, a pigeon flew into the carriage and stopped on the window. He took down the letter from the pigeon's feet. Feeling gloomy, he squeezed his palms together, and the note instantly turned into powder.

"Damn!"

Yan Ming glanced out the window, the lake was still vaguely visible, Yan Ming couldn't help but sighed, he never thought that he and Yan Wu would come to this day.

Closing his eyes, Yan Ming seemed to see Yan Wu, who was only 15 years old, coming to him for the first time, holding his identity plate to himself.

It shows that you dedicate your life's loyalty to yourself.

Yan Ming personally bestowed the surname Yan Wu.But now, the dead soldier who promised to protect him for the rest of his life betrayed him.

Yan Ming smiled ironically, and when he opened his eyes again, he had changed back to the Pavilion Master Yan who always had a smile on his face. No one could see what he was thinking under his smile again.

As night comes, the bustle of the day has not dissipated because of the night, but has become more intense. During the day, many busy people will take advantage of this night to rush to the special night area of ​​Wancheng to enjoy some of the prosperity and joy of Wancheng. laid back.

Nangong Weiran looked around curiously. After all, apart from the red light districts in Jingguo, there are lively night markets only during major festivals like the Lantern Festival.

All kinds of food stalls can be seen everywhere, and the boss's yelling along with the aroma of the food attracts a group of delicious people.The white lanterns are raised high, illuminating the stall.Although the wooden benches and long wooden tables look a little dusty, they can't stop people's appetite.

In addition, sugar figurines, candied gourds, dough figurines, facial makeup, etc. were piled up on top of the burdens of some young men, and the shouts attracted the attention of many children.

Nangong Weiran quickly took a bunch of candied haws and a bunch of sugar figurines in his hand. In Nangong Weiran's previous life, he could only see these at the Chinese New Year temple fair, but he couldn't eat them at all because of his body.In this world, as the second son of Xingyun Villa, although he would sometimes secretly ask Xiaosi to buy some for him to taste, but he had never eaten it while walking on the night market like this, and he hadn’t eaten it for a long time when he entered the realm of self-cultivation. These little things are gone.

After taking a bite of the candied haws, it was sweet and sour, just as he remembered, Nangong Weiran stretched out the candied haws in front of Situ Cang, causing Situ Cang to give him a strange look.

"Brother, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Situ Cang hesitated for a moment, and bit off a candied haws. The unfamiliar feeling made Situ Cang feel a little strange.Nangong Weiran was right in saying that he had never eaten candied haws. After all, he entered the Void Spirit Sect at a very young age. Although Master loves him, he is not stingy to find anything for him to practice, but no matter how generous, Master It is also impossible for Zun to buy candied haws for his apprentices that ordinary children would eat.

"How about it?"

"There is no aura at all, and eating too much is not good for the body." Situ Cang made a very objective evaluation.

"Brother, since you are in the mortal world, don't keep thinking about cultivation." Nangong Weiran felt a little helpless, biting a candied haws again, and handing the candied haws to Situ Cang, his eyes were full of smiles.

Situ Cang looked at the candied haws stretched out in front of him again, a thought flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Junior brother."

"Ok?"

"Cultivate with me. The author has something to say: I don't feel well today, so that's all.