Shen night snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, looked cold and indifferent, "I'll go myself. Don't touch me."
Looking at their distant backs, Zhou Xiaoxing was stunned and his eyes were full of surprise, "headmaster, this is..."
The headmaster looked at him with a gentle look and a touch of cold, "let's go. Don't those people outside can't wait for me to give an explanation?"
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Then, in the afternoon, a message came out from the Shengshi immortal gate.
It is said that the witch who brutally killed her master a hundred years ago has been locked up in the dungeon of Shengshi Xianmen.
Just three days later, on the altar of killing immortals, she punished her with a thousand arrows through her heart and burned with fire, and gave everyone an explanation.
The people who know the news have become their tea discussion after dinner.
A restaurant sponsored by a small pomelo.
"Hey, have you heard? Shen Wanqing has been arrested! I heard that he will be executed in public in three days!"
"Well done! This cruel witch should be killed by everyone!"
"If I say, the witch should have killed her! You see, it's because she didn't kill her at the beginning, and now she has cultivated a big devil. What are these things?"
"You said that when the immortal gate of the prosperous age released the news of killing Shen Wanqing, did you want to lure her apprentice to take the bait, and then the immortal gates will unite to catch the big devil?"
"It's hard to say. The big devil of the demon family must be a cruel, bloody and fierce man. Is this kind of beast who only knows to kill people the kind of person who cherishes the past and has feelings?"
"Tut tut... If the big devil is not eliminated and the demon family is not destroyed, it will be difficult for the fairy world to be peaceful."
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The sound of discussion from the neighbors kept coming.
"Click -"
The cup in my hand was clenched by five fingers and broke in an instant.
The fragments of the teacup became pieces, big and small, deeply into the palm of the boy's hand. Scarlet blood drops from the palm of the hand, mixed with tea and dyed into a large area of red.
"Wang -" the people next to him were worried and wanted to stop it.
Bai Chi has loosened his hand holding the fragment and stood up with his lips pursed.
The boy was dressed in black, wrapped in a cloak, and a loose hat was worn on his head, covering most of the boy's face, revealing only a white and cold chin.
His expression was dark and gloomy, and his lips were tightly closed, cold and gloomy.
When he left, he left a sentence, "those who chew the root of the tongue will be wasted."
The man who remained respectfully replied, "yes."
After leaving the inn, Bai Chi walked in the street. His hat covered his face. He bowed his head and walked silently.
Suddenly, he heard the voice of selling ice sugar gourd.
Bai Chi's footsteps suddenly stopped in the same place. He slowly looked up and half of his face was exposed under his black hat.
The eyes are narrow and deep, and the dark blue pupil is cold and weird with a touch of cold. The expression is very light and cold.
He looked up at the grandpa who shouted to sell ice sugar gourd and walked over.
"Give me that bunch of candied haws," he said in a low voice as he walked up to the old man.
"Ah, OK!" grandpa didn't care about the mystery of Bai Chi's clothes. He smiled back when he heard Bai Chi's words.
Take the ice sugar gourd well. After giving the money, Bai Chi turned and left.