Let the Villain Go - Chapter 72

Just after the New Year, Xin Ziming appeared in the city lord’s mansion of Spring City Jiang Xiaojie.

“Lao Xin, you are interesting enough, you can still think of coming here to walk around during the New Year. It seems that I really blamed you before. I have nothing here, enough drinks and water, and you and me will fight for three hundred rounds of brothers in a while.” Jiang Xiaojie likes the lively I am very happy to see Xin Ziming coming.

Xin Ziming was pretending to have something in his heart, but did not show it to his face.

“I’m here to do something. Come and see you by the way. This is the magic weapon that I promised to make for you before.” He handed Jiang Xiaojie a large box containing the magic body obtained from the last hunt for a Tier 10 executioner. According to Jiang Xiaojie’s request, he used his share to make a soft armor.

Jiang Xiaojie opened the box, and inside the box lay a pair of pure white soft armor, soft and close-fitting, with fine and dense scales. The start was gentle and there was a dark flow. Jiang Xiaojie tried it on the surface with his portable short blade. The short sword made by the eighth-order demon body could not even leave a mark on the surface of the soft armor.

“This is good. Having it is equal to more than half of your life.” Jiang Xiaojie was excited, picked it up and gestured to him, “But this system, I seem to have seen one from someone.”

“Sister Chihiro also wears a suit, the style is very similar, but hers is black.” Yu Nian put a mouth in the edge, “She is wearing the clothes next to her, usually invisible, the last time a Tier 10 monster The siege, the battle was too fierce, and the coat was torn in half, I saw it.

“Yes, yes, it’s her. Her defensive performance also looks quite good. But it must be a lot worse than mine.” Jiang Xiaojie patted Xin Ziming on the shoulder, feeling extremely proud, after all, now In the world, I have never heard of anyone who can make a complete set of Chu armor with a tenth-order magic body.

“Tier ten soft armor, haha. At that time, the three of us divided the spoils, and Ye Pei was talented with demon seeds, and we both took demon bodies. Maybe you can wear this in this world right now. I and you are the first Copies.”

Xin Ziming gave Jiang Xiaojie a depressed look, thinking that she had made Tier 10 weapons and soft armor for Ye Peitian early, and maybe she was wearing that Tier 6 girl now.

He hesitated whether to tell what was in his heart. But because it was just a guess after all, he finally endured it.

Xin Ziming picked up a long strip of box he had brought, stood up and said, “It just so happens, I’m going to find that Miss Chu, Xiaojie, please show me the way.”

He personally sent the made magic weapon over, first because it was a rare Tier 10 magic weapon, and he entrusted others to worry about it, and second, he wanted to take this opportunity to finally confirm his thoughts.

“Sister Qianxun? What can you do to find her?” Jiang Xiaojie was surprised.

As he walked on the road, he thought about whether he should tell Lin Fei’s true identity to his former deputy head. After all, the three of them agreed to hunt high-level monsters together from time to time. However, considering Xin Ziming’s shrewd and indifferent character, Jiang Xiaojie’s heart was biased, and finally resisted.

The two came to the tube building with each thought.

Chu Qianxun and a few familiar sisters upstairs and downstairs were surrounding the stove in the room. Her room was very small. In order to eat a hot pot, she stuffed all the boxes with sundries into Gao Yan’s room next door and borrowed it again. Gao Yan’s table was put together, and everyone sat on the ground, helping to pick vegetables, eagerly looking forward to tasting Ye Peitian’s craftsmanship.

Everyone in this building knows that Lin Fei’s craftsmanship is good. As long as he cooks every day, the whole building will be slobbered by the smell of the kitchen. It’s a pity that Lin Fei is Chu Qianxun’s man, so he only wants to cook it for Chu Qianxun alone. Not many people are lucky enough to taste his cooking skills.

Nowadays, it is a rare Chinese New Year. Lin Fei opened his mouth to treat him. Whenever he heard the news upstairs and downstairs, one or two, regardless of whether they were familiar or unfamiliar, came cheeky.

A group of people were squeezing in the excitement when they suddenly saw two famous city lord suddenly appear at the door of the house. They all jumped and stood up together. I gave up my seat for a while, and I was busy for a while.

The arrogant and arrogant Spring City Lord Jiang Xiaojie, the cold and shrewd Kylin City Lord Xin Ziming,

The two super bosses took their seats, and everyone in the room was awkward, but because of the long-awaited Ye Peitian’s craftsmanship, they were reluctant to leave, so they had to sit tightly and quietly.

Jiang Xiaojie and Xin Ziming seemed to sit in casually, but they couldn’t help but secretly guarded themselves, searching for Ye Peitian’s figure, which was the land of humans and demons. They dare not relax easily, and they are tightening their fighting nerves at any time.

“Unexpectedly, I still had a hot pot meal with Sister Qianxun. It was really annoying. Where is Brother Lin?” Jiang Xiaojie asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fei appeared at the door of the house with a pot of steaming soup.

He wore a headscarf, a floral apron, and a pair of kitchen gloves.

The murderous human demon looked warm and harmless, with fragrant food in his hand, completely soft.

This too strong contrast made Jiang Xiaojie and Xin Ziming stand up dumbfounded.

Because the two of them stood up, the others had to stand up together. The girls exchanged eyes in amazement. I don’t know why the two high-ranking city owners would be so polite to the “cooking husband” of Chu Qianxun’s house.

“City Lord Jiang and City Lord Xin are here. Please sit down, you are welcome.” Ye Peitian greeted gently, and skillfully poured a pot of milky white soup into the hot pot, and the room was full of fragrance for a while. Everyone’s stomach gurgled.

“There is also a pot of red soup. You start it first. I will go back.” Ye Peitian handed the leftover soup to Chu Qianxun, preventing her from making suggestions for help, and by the way kissed her on the forehead. , Turned around and went out.

“Hey, I’m almost to death by these two people. I sprinkle dog food all day long, and I don’t know how to take care of our singles.” The mad woman complained and sat down.

“That is, the hot pot has not been eaten before the dog food is fed first.” Gao Yan also expressed his dissatisfaction in time.

The girls sat back rushing, obviously very skilled with the host.

Jiang Xiaojie sat stiffly, still unable to recover from his petrified state.

In his mind, Ye Peitian was the man who turned the tide alone, resisted the Tier 10 monster, and saved the lives of the next city.

It’s that combat ability exploding, but when it comes to battle, the sword shines like snow and the yellow sand fills the sky. It is both indifferent and powerful.

It was the Emperor Huangsha who had leaned into the mouth of a monster and pulled himself out of danger. This Jiang Xiaojie secretly worshipped in his heart, tacitly being the strongest man in the world. When you were at home, it turned out to be a family cook who wore a floral apron, cooked good dishes and spoke softly?

Jiang Xiaojie felt that his mind was a little struggling.

Xin Ziming took the seat in a muddled manner. Compared with Jiang Xiaojie, he has been managing Qilin Base for many years and he knows Ye Peitian’s situation better.

The desert castle, alone as a demon, where the footprints, blood flows into a river, yellow sand tombs, vitality extinct.

Although there are many legends about Ye Peitian’s life experience, but the cruel and cruel name of human beings and demons is by no means an empty name. He really couldn’t associate Ye Peitian, who is known for his cold-blooded ruthlessness, with the soft-spoken Lin Fei.

Ye Peitian prepared a red and white mandarin duck hot pot, fearing that too many people would not be able to eat enough. In addition, he fried a basket of steamed buns dipped in icing sugar, and fried a large pot of sliced ​​noodles as thin as cicada wings.

Everyone cheered, abandoning the feelings of comrades-in-arms that they had known each other for many years, forgetting the distinction of status and rank, and enthusiastically devoted themselves to the major battle to seize food share.

Xin Ziming took a sip of the food that Ye Peitian handed over by himself, and was almost scalded by the white soup, but the rich aroma of the soup was already flowing between his lips and teeth.

“Is it cooked so well?” He stared blankly at his bowl of milky white soup and floating handmade meatballs, and began to suspect that his various guesses might be wrong, similar in style. Weapons and armor are not without them. Those speculations may be a coincidence, it must be so.

Jiang Xiaojie had been completely conquered by the delicious food, and ignored the shock in his mind, and began to put down his figure and grab the last bowl of fried noodles with Yu Nian regardless of his image.

The strongest man in the world = the brother-in-law who was pressed by Chihiro sister on the wall = a strong comrade who can rest assured = a little white face who is responsible for cooking at home = there is a possibility of running away and threatening the demons of the whole city = you can often come to their house to eat Ringo

Such a complicated and unreasonable logical chain has already been smashed in his heart indiscriminately. He only cares about whether he can rely on his identity as the leader and the city lord to suppress the ignorant thoughts, and grab the last piece of fried pork ribs and the last bit of fried noodles into his bowl.

It wasn’t until everyone was satiated and full that Xin Ziming, who was left alone with Jiang Xiaojie, explained his intentions. He took out the rectangular sword box he brought with him, and pulled out the drawer board. There was a shank lying quietly in the black box. White long sword.

The sword hilt is round and round, and the emerald green veins pulsate slightly like a living thing. The sword body is like autumn water and white, and the cold is spontaneous, and its surface is faintly flowing.

At a glance, you can see that it is a rare soldier in the world.

“Sister Chihiro, it turns out that you chopped off Yuyu’s arm last time and sent it to Lao Xin for processing? You are so clever, Lao Xin has the most exquisite craftsmanship in making weapons. I was thinking about meeting with You mention this.” Jiang Xiaojie looked at the tenth-order magic weapon in the box with an expression of envy, and couldn’t help but want to touch it several times.

He said polite words, but in fact he didn’t think of instructing Chu Qianxun to find Xin Ziming to build weapons.

Although Xin Ziming’s talent for weapon design is rare in the world, Jiang Xiaojie is actually not at ease about his character and character. In front of Tier 10 Demon Martial Arts, even if he had his own face, Jiang Xiaojie didn’t dare to pack a ticket.

Even Chu Qianxun himself felt a little surprised at Xin Ziming’s ability to send the weapon simply. Based on her understanding of Xin Ziming, she was ready to let Ye Peitian go and fetch the sword. Since Jiang Xiaojie already knew about this, she did not want Ye Peitian to live in hiding for a lifetime. If she met the right person and the right time, she would want Ye Peitian to take off the mask and live in In the sun.

“The monster’s ability lies in its powerful control ability. This weapon has successfully continued some of its abilities. The user holds the hilt, and as long as the ability to control attributes is used, the range and range of the ability will be greatly increased.” When he said this, he kept quietly watching Lin Fei with his eyes.

While everyone was looking at the weapons, only Lin Fei was still busy sweeping the floor and clearing the table, cleaning up the mess after the guests left. He was carrying a pile of tired bowls and chopsticks, but he glanced at the rectangular box in Xin Ziming’s hand, as if he was ready to carry it down and clean the dishes at any time.

Xin Ziming once again overturned his own speculation in his heart that this man could never be a human demon. Is there such a soft and cute human being?

“Lin Fei, come and have a look, this is what I asked City Lord Xin to do specially for you.” Chu Qianxun called him.

“So it was made for me?” Ye Peitian was very happy, Qianxun took pains to worry about his weapons, and tossed with great fanfare, it turned out to be for him. He wiped his hands and picked up the long sword. When the long sword came out of the box, his whole temperament suddenly changed.

The cold hair on Xin Ziming’s back was erected in an instant. With a keen mental power, he immediately noticed that there was an extremely powerful existence in the room far better than himself.

There was no wind and sand in the room, and the man waved his arm and pointed the bony-white sword tip lightly out the window.

With such a heavy lifting and a casual freehand gesture, the sky outside the window darkened, and yellow sand began to fill the streets of Spring City, blocking the sight of countless pedestrians.

“How can such a big wind and sand be raised properly.”

“That is, this sand is too big to be seen by the eyes.”

Passersby complained about the sudden change of weather.

“Yes, the tenth-order magic weapon is really extraordinary.” Ye Peitian calmly put the sword into the box, holding up a stack of dishes, “Then I will go down first.”

Xin Ziming: “…”

Jiang Xiaojie: “Wocao, I am indeed my brother Ye.”

Yu Nian: “Humans and demons are awesome, but Chihiro, who can let them wash dishes, is even better.”

After leaving the Tongzilou to leave, it took a long time for Xin Ziming to react.

He turned around and asked Jiang Xiaojie: “You have known that he is Ye Peitian?”

Jiang Xiaojie looked at his old and stable brother, his face was broken and unmanageable, and he felt an inexplicable sense of victory in his heart.

“Nothing, I also noticed it a little earlier than you.”

“You plan to let him hide in your Spring City like this?”

“Then what should I do?” Jiang Xiaojie made a request, “Do you have the ability to drive him away?”

Xin Ziming choked, and for the first time in these years, he was at a disadvantage in a quarrel with Jiang Xiaojie.

Immediately after all the guests left and the house was cleaned up, Ye Peitian stopped busy and stayed alone in the same room with Chu Qianxun, shoulder to shoulder, and together admired the peerless soldiers on the table.

He reluctantly rubbed the jade-like hilt gently, and the knotted and round hilt tentacles were warm.

“This is a New Year’s gift, do you like it?” Chu Qianxun leaned on the table and looked at him.

“You always bother for me like this.” Ye Peitian lowered his eyebrows, the gloss of the bone sword reflected in his eyes, “I don’t know what I can give you.”

“A liar, you know it.” Chu Qianxun was a little bit bad, holding down the sword, slowly crawling to get close to his ear, softly coaxing him, “What gift do I want? Can you be unclear?”