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    "City Lord, what's going on? Who did anything to you?" After another period of silence, a saint looked at Chunhe and asked. When asking this question, all the saints present felt a chill, because they  What does it mean that there was no perception before?  This means that the people who attack Haruhe are far stronger than them.

    Facing countless concerned looks, Chunhe said calmly, "We are in the same realm."

    "Same place?"

    "Is there anyone who is coming to the city together?"

    "who?"

    Everyone exclaimed, they should have remained calm after seeing strong winds and waves, but the three words "the same realm" were so touching that they instantly broke their skills.

    "Huo Culi, and the owner of the black market Xianghui Building, Mr. Liu." Chun He said.

    "Who hurt the city lord?" Changqin asked with red eyes.

    "Master Liu."

    Changqin nodded slightly and said nothing, and neither did the other senior officials or saints. They even no longer thought about these things in their minds.

    "Let's break up, it's good to know the difference, and practicing hard is the way to go." Chunhe was very pleased with everyone's reaction. Incompetence and rage are a sign of cowardship, and they only make people laugh. This is good, this is good.

    Everyone bowed slightly to Chun He, and then dispersed like wind and clouds. Only Changqin and Wu Yu were still guarding Chun He.

    "City Lord, are you going back to your mansion?" Wu Yu asked in a loud voice.

    Chunhe waved his hand, "If you don't come back, you can leave. I'll walk alone."

    "The city lord"

    Wu Yu was about to say something more, but Chang Qin pulled his sleeve. He looked at Chang Qin, only to see Chang Qin shaking his head slightly at him.

    "City Lord, let's go first. If you need anything, call us." Changqin saluted Chunhe.

    Wu Yu opened his mouth, and finally bowed to Chun He and left.

    At this moment, only Chunhe and the noodle stall owner are left.

    Chunhe patted the noodle stall owner on the shoulder, turned around and left without saying anything.

    Looking at Chun He's back, the noodle stall owner gritted his teeth. The nails of his clenched hands pricked the skin and blood flowed. Looking at Chun He's back, the noodle stall owner lowered his head to clean up the mess on the ground. He didn't  Instead of using his magic power, he took a broom and swept it bit by bit. As he swept, his tears fell like broken pearls, hitting the filthy floor

    Chunhe wandered aimlessly. The bustle on both sides of the street did not make him happy at all. Instead, the eager faces and happy words made his heart twitch, and sometimes he even felt breathless.

    "City Lord, would you like a bowl of honey water?" When passing by a beverage shop, a He'an demon clan member's eyes lit up when he saw Chunhe, and he enthusiastically invited Autumn.

    Chunhe wanted to refuse, but he saw a familiar figure nodding at him, so he walked straight into the tea shop and said to He'an Yaozu, "Have a bowl and add some taro balls to me."

    "Okay!" He'an Yao Clan said with great joy.

    "Sage, we meet each other everywhere in life." Chunhe came to sit in front of Huoturi and said to Huoturi.

    Huoturi sipped the Thousand White Star Tea in the cup and said slowly, "We are destined to come thousands of miles to meet each other. I like this sentence written by the Lord Chunhe in the play very much."

    Haruwa smiled at Hatori and caught a glimpse of a pen on the table from the corner of his eye.

    "The sage is full of praise." Chunhe didn't say anything more, but simply expressed his thanks.

    Huoturi did not respond, but took a sip of Qianbai Star Tea from time to time.

    Chunhe didn¡¯t say much.

    Not long after, the He'an Yao Clan brought over a bowl of honey water that exuded a sweet taste. The white and purple taro balls shimmered, and it looked like they were made from spiritual plants.

    "City Lord, please use it slowly." He'an Yaozu said with a smile, "After eating, I would like the City Lord to give you some valuable opinions so that the store can improve and launch better products."

    Chunhe rolled his eyes at him, "If you want to make money in my name again, you're not afraid of people from the Public Security Committee coming to you."

    He and the An Yao Clan laughed and were about to say something, but were interrupted by Huoturi.

    "Are you willing to die for Chunhe?"

    Hearing what Huoturi said, Chunhe looked surprised, "Sage"

    Huoturi didn¡¯t look at Haruhe, but at the Hean Yaozu.

    Under the gaze of Huoturi, the He'an demon tribe said without hesitation, "No, I am living well, why should I die for the city lord? There is nothing wrong with my head."

    Regarding the He'an demon clan's answer, Huoturi was noncommittal, and then stretched out a hand to Chunhe.In a certain house, a middle-aged stone tribe man was sharpening his knife calmly. The harsh sound of sharpening the knife turned into a murderous aura. Not long after, he sharpened the knife, stood up, and turned around to see his tiger-headed son and him.  His wife looked at him with worry. The big man from the Stone Tribe reached out and touched his son's head, then looked at his wife and said, "Look after your home."

    His wife¡¯s tears suddenly fell down, but she didn¡¯t say a word to stop her.

    "Be obedient." The big man from the Stone Clan said to his son again.

    Without waiting for his son to respond, he jumped into the sky, and the newly sharpened long knife drew a shining trace in the air

    "Uncle, I still have some spirit stones here, take them and leave as soon as possible." A young man from the Jin tribe, wearing a black shirt, with a face as sharp as a knife and looking extremely hard, grabbed a handful of spirit stones and gave them to the man who was eating with him.  uncle.

    The uncle is plainly dressed, with insufficient Qi and blood, and mottled energy. At first glance, he looks like a frustrated martial artist.

    Hearing the words of the Jin tribe youth, the uncle was stunned for a moment, and then said anxiously, "Little friend, didn't you hear? The person who attacked your city lord's mansion is a saint from the same realm! Didn't you go there to seek death?!"

    The young man from the Jin tribe forced the spiritual stone to the uncle who didn't want it. He didn't answer the uncle's words, but picked up a new bowl of soup that was still a little hot.

    He took a sip, just like drinking alcohol, "It tastes good."

    "Little friend!" the uncle shouted, almost crying.

    The young man from the Jin tribe wiped the soup stains from his mouth and said to the uncle, "Uncle, I felt destined to meet you the first time I met you. I wanted to attract you to Ancheng, but now it seems that it may not be possible, but it doesn't matter. Let's meet again.  It's fate, you just live with these spiritual stones, some of them have spiritual herbs and elixirs sealed by me, which should be helpful to you."

    With that said, the young man from the Jin tribe stood up and said, "Please take care of yourself, sir."

    After a pause, "Please remember my name, uncle. Forget it, remember our and An's names! We and An have been here before, with great fanfare!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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