"If the city lord knows that the girl is so happy, he will be happy."
The waiter smiled slightly, said politely, and left the Setting Sun Tower.
Chu Yue lowered her head and looked at the letter in her hand, then handed Xiaobao to the Blood Protector, took Xiao Li and others with her, and prepared to go to the address on the letter.
"Where are you going?" Xue Cheng asked.
"Take Major General Zhenbei home!"
After Chu Yue said that, she stepped out.
...
Xiaoyao City extends in all directions, with more trade routes than other cities. It has both flourishing flowers and bloody ruins.
Xiaoyao City can be divided into two cities with the center as the line.
On the west side are the powerful families, rich and prosperous.
But the east is a place of disputes and constant disputes.
According to the address on the letter, Chu Yue wanted to go to the eastern half of the city.
When Chu Yue went there, it happened that Beizhou Mu's carriage also entered the eastern half of the city.
The old uncle stepped out of the carriage wearing armor, looked at the bloody eastern half of the city, and frowned with gray brows.
"Father, my sister's blood glass is traded in the Guiyue Palace in front." Mu Chenhai said.
Ghost Moon Palace.
The black market, one of the best in Lingtian Continent, has a rich foundation and powerful background. Its power is unfathomable and its minions are all over Lingtian!
The alley north of Guiyue Palace has complicated roads, and the smell of rot and blood is everywhere.
In the eastern half of Xiaoyao City, it is like a chaotic time and is a gathering place for desperadoes.
Corpses are also common.
In the small alleys, there live many poor people who cannot make a living by themselves.
In the deepest part, there is a dilapidated and crude house, crumbling in the breeze, especially poor.
"Ladies, if you don't know how to hand over that spiritual bow and arrow, do you believe that I will kill everyone in this alley?"
With a bang, the door of the house was kicked open.
Five big and thick men came in cursing.
There are dozens of samurai-level youths beside the rough man, all of them look fierce, like green-faced and fanged evil spirits.
This rough guy's name is Yuan Ye. He once attended one of the top ten colleges. Later, he did all kinds of bad things and got a bad reputation. After being expelled from the college, he made a living in the eastern half of the city.
For more than ten years, Yuan Ye has curry favor with Guiyue Palace and has been domineering in the eastern half of the city. Especially the defenseless people have been bullied by him.
"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?"
Yuan Ye shouted violently.
In the shabby room, sitting in front of a broken wooden table, was a middle-aged woman with half of her arm broken off.
The woman is weather-beaten and carries a broken knife behind her back.
Dressed in shabby clothes, she held a cheap wine bottle in one hand and took a deep drink.
Yuan Ye looked at the woman with some fear, then walked over aggressively and kicked the water tank into pieces.
"You bitches, where are the spiritual bows and arrows?" Yuan Ye asked.
The woman said nothing and her eyes were a little cloudy.
He is clearly less than forty, but he has a head full of white hair.
There was not even a bed in the simple house, but a portrait of the general hung on one wall.
If Chu Yue were here, she would have discovered that the general in the painting was her mother, the Marquis of Zhenbei.
The woman took a swig of wine, immediately put down the wine bottle, glanced sideways at Yuan Ye, "Get out."
She is immersed in her own world.
Several years ago today, it was the death day of Zhenbei Hou.
She specially spent all her savings to buy a pot of cheap turbid wine to pay homage to her former comrades.
Yuan Ye smiled ferociously.
The young man next to him said coldly: "Master Yuan, why are you talking so much nonsense to her? Doesn't she want to protect the people in this alley? Then we will kill all these people, and she will naturally use the bow."