Dressed as a cannon fodder

Chapter 22 Weird

After leaving the Xianfang Pavilion, the two did not go back immediately.He looked at the bustling and bustling place full of fireworks, "I'm going to have some fun."

"I listen to Master."

"Alright."

The residence and practice of the monks are too deserted, and there is no popularity at all. Occasionally, if you come to the human world to soak up the popularity, you will still feel that you are still alive.

The two headed towards the bustling city, and the street was full of goods, making it dizzying for people to see.Under the rule of Zheng Jiewan, the Lord of Qi, prosperity was indeed prosperous, and it could even be called a prosperous age of a great power.

There are lanterns on the side of the road. Although it is not the Lantern Festival, there are groups of men and women who bought lanterns and put them on the river to express their long-cherished wishes and beautiful visions.

There are aliens performing arts in the open space of the street, and they are playing with novelty gadgets. Although it is not magic to cultivators, Min Hangyuan still mixes in the crowd and watches seriously. After a while, he tugs on Meng Yunchi's sleeve and whispers Said: "Master, I can't see."

Meng Yunchi picked him up and lifted him onto his shoulder.

"Can you see it?"

No, that's not what he meant.

Min Hangyuan: "...you can see it."

He sat on Meng Yunchi's shoulder and looked down at the performance, his vision expanded a lot. He saw that the alien was wrapping a large spotted python around his body, and then he spread his hands to show everyone the python crawling on his body.A young girl covered her eyes and didn't dare to look any more, she lowered her head and walked quickly.

People around kept applauding, throwing some broken copper coins on the small basin.

When the performance was over, the crowd dispersed, and BMW cars and pedestrians mixed together on the avenue, bustling with each other.After Min Hangyuan was put down, he separated from Meng Yunchi. He looked up and couldn't see the familiar figure.

The crowd came one after another, pushing and squeezing each other. Min Hangyuan was pushed and staggered several times in the crowd, and his eyes gradually became dark.

He accumulated a blow of spiritual power in his right hand, and his pupils gradually shrank into small vertical pupils.

Men, women, old people, children, smiling, sad, cursing, coquettish...

All the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys floating on the ground had nothing to do with him, but it made him extremely irritable, his figure was bumped suddenly, and the irritable middle-aged man who hit him lowered his head and cursed: "Fuck, why don't you move in the middle of the road? looking for a fight"

Seeing that the child was still staring at him and not giving way.

The drunken man looked at him and thought of his stupid son who was as stupid as a pig, who couldn't read or work, and suddenly became very angry: "Which family's child won't give way, today I will replace your family!" Teach you the rules..."

Min Hang didn't move, he stood there and waited for his fist to come down, he would end the opponent's life in that instant.

He watched the other party roll up his sleeves and clenched his fists cursingly. His heart moved, and he suddenly glanced at the tall carved gate on the side of the road in the distance.

Meng Yunchi was standing under the dimly lit red door, quietly looking at him in the crowd.

His expression was calm.

Min Hangyuan moved his lips, and the spiritual power attack accumulated in his right hand dissipated in vain. He watched Meng Yunchi want to open his mouth to say something, but was caught off guard and punched him in the face.

The whole person was almost sent flying and fell to the ground hard.

The middle-aged man still rolled his sleeves and stepped forward. He had just stretched his legs a few steps when he suddenly found that he couldn't move.

"Your Excellency," a faint voice came from next to my ear, bringing a scent of orchids: "As a strong and strong adult man, how can he bully a child."

The middle-aged man yelled: "Shut your ass—"

His mouth was suddenly sealed, and he couldn't make a sound.

I don't know when a figure strolled over from the side, wearing a curtain, couldn't see his face clearly, and said in a low voice: "Your Excellency, how can you speak so vulgarly, and bully a child with no confusion, don't you feel ashamed? "

The middle-aged man cursed secretly, feeling that he had seen a ghost.

Meng Yunchi hugged Min Hangyuan, and slowly wiped off the ashes on his body, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

Min Hang was far silent.

"Why don't you hide?"

His left face was swollen, the middle-aged man exerted a lot of effort, and there was even some blood on his lips.Meng Yunchi accumulated spiritual power with his fingertips, slowly caressed his face, and whispered in his ear: "Why don't you hide, um?"

The voice was deep and mellow, extremely sweet.

Min Hangyuan's eyes moved slightly, and he said softly, "Master."

Then he stopped talking.

"One more human life in your hands will add a step to your practice. Do you want this?" Meng Yunchi's voice was still close to his ear, and he said in a leisurely way: "Do you want to cross the river?" During the catastrophe period, he was punished by Heavenly Dao for his many sins, and then he was hacked to death under the thunder calamity?"

It took a long time for Min Hangyuan to say weakly: "I don't want to."

"Then accept your temper."

Min Hangyuan whispered: "Yes."

Full of grievances.

Meng Yunchi patted his head, "Be obedient." While speaking, his face had been healed by Meng Yunchi's spiritual power to reduce the swelling, and it was as good as ever.

"Your Excellency," Meng Yunchi turned around, "If you can stop in time, I don't want to do anything, but you punched my child so hard, it really makes me a little angry."

Seeing that the situation was not good, the middle-aged man hurriedly squeezed out a hmm sound from his throat, trying to yell loudly to attract the attention of others, but the pedestrians on the street passed by them one after another, but no one could notice him. weird situation.

He couldn't speak no matter what, and now he finally sorted out his situation, and suddenly the cold sweat came down his forehead.

Meng Yunchi raised his sleeve and waved it in his face.

The middle-aged man was suddenly fascinated, and he left and was squeezed to another place. His eyes were full of monsters, hideous, ugly and shapeless things struggled out of the filthy swamp and stretched out their hands to him, delusional. He was dragged into the bottomless swamp.

The severed limbs and stumps in the darkness squirmed, looking for everything within reach, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak, only Yu was cold all over his body, bumping into the heart that was already trembling with fear one after another.

Don't come, don't come, don't catch me.

A wriggling human figure crawled out of the mud, stretched out his hand slowly but firmly, and uttered muddy and indistinct syllables. He actually saw the chilling greed and desire from the face that couldn't see the shape clearly.

The middle-aged man suddenly let out a scream, shouting at the same time: "Don't catch me, get out, get out..."

The effect is comparable to the sound of a dolphin, and the whole long street is a stage for him to soar.

Meng Yunchi was resting by the bridge, looking at the middle-aged man surrounded by curious eyes of passers-by, screaming and patting various parts of his body, as if he was about to pat off some dirty thing.

Min Hangyuan looked puzzled: "Master, what did you do?"

The corner of Meng Yunchi's lips smiled, "It's just an illusion." He snapped his fingers, and the middle-aged man came back to his senses instantly, realizing that what he had just done was an illusion, and now he was surrounded by people in the middle of the road looking at him like a monkey. .

His face turned red and blue.

He yelled at the crowd for a while: "What are you looking at!" Then he rushed away.

Min Hangyuan didn't blink, staring at the scary thing on the middle-aged man's back that only he could see, like crawling out of the mud.

The thing seemed to be aware of it, and it moved slowly and slowly turned around.

Min Hangyuan closed his eyes.

No, this is not illusion.

He lowered his eyes, turned around and hugged Meng Yunchi's neck, and whispered: "Master, I'm a little tired."

"Okay, let's go back then."

Min Hangyuan buried his head on his shoulder, covering the look in his eyes.

Master.

Who are you?