They hurried to the western regions. In fact, neither of their teachers and disciples could speak Loulan language. They didn''t learn much after playing here for a few days.

    The boy is like a walking corpse every day and night. As long as the man doesn''t take it with him, he sits on the street like a lifeless beggar. From time to time, passers-by will throw him some broken silver. His master, however, used his fingers to figure out the price of silver, and he didn''t learn much western language.

    When they come to a strange place, they don''t panic. If they come, they are at ease, because there are no problems that their strongest disciple in the world can''t solve with one punch... Except lovelorn.

    If the problem still can''t be solved, then add another unparalleled master... Except lovelorn.

    However, the unexpected joy is that the people in the devil''s city they mistakenly entered also speak Chinese. The man got off the camel and began to wander around the devil''s city since he became familiar. Everyone here didn''t find two more guys they didn''t know.

    Two days later, the man fell to the ground dizzy because he drank the good wine in an earth cellar, which was discovered by the group.

    "Boss Qiu, they drank all the wine collected by the boss! After checking and checking, we didn''t have these two people at all!" in a large house, it was very empty. Perhaps it was the Yamen of the ancient city. It was tidied up very neatly. A person stood in the lobby and said to the two people sitting high.

    On the ground, a man lay unconscious and a teenager sat lifeless.

    "Ugly, ugly boss? Pooh haha... No one named himself like that!" the lying man hiccupped and said with a smile.

    According to you, you musty have no right to despise others!

    Above the high position, on the side position, a man with some scholar flavor chuckled, and the big man with a untidy beard in the middle angrily patted the chair: "Mom, an egg! Drag them out and cut them!"

    The boy gently raised some heads and looked at the big man on the high seat with empty eyes.

    The big man suddenly gave birth to an unexplained cold in his dead eyes.

    "This boy is a little evil." the scholar man next to him leaned over and whispered.

    "His eyes are like a pool of stagnant water. They seem to see through life and death... It''s really evil. In addition to it, there will be no future trouble!" the big man replied.

    When they finished, they reached out to hold the sword around their waist in case there would be a fierce battle.

    Several younger brothers who had been eyeing in the lobby listened to the boss''s order and went over together to stay.

    Suddenly, everyone felt a chill of goose bumps all over, as if the body instinctively had a sense of resisting the brain. They were all like frogs staring at by Python''s eyes.

    The boy stood up slowly. Before he stood up, he propped his hands on the ground.

    With a bang, everyone felt it as if it was an earthquake. Some people even sat and fell to the ground. The lying man turned over and whispered "the roots of the old tree are powerful" and "the bed is about to collapse". He was neither sober nor serious.

    "I''ll go out to relax." the boy left such a sentence and ran away in the blink of an eye.

    Since the young man died that day, his mood has been very depressed and extremely irritable. It seems that there is a anger in his heart and there is no place to vent. After these people showed their murderous spirit, his anger got out of control, but it was him and his master who broke into here by mistake and stole a lot of good things from them. Morally speaking, these people were innocent. The boy didn''t want to kill here and ran out before the anger broke out.

    After the boy disappeared, the unspeakable sense of oppression in the whole room disappeared. Everyone was relieved. It was like a drowning man finally landed, gasping and greedily breathing fresh air.

    The two hands on the high seat had left from their waist and wiped the cold sweat off their faces. At this time, they found that their whole body was wet and their clothes could be twisted out of the water.

    They took a tacit look at each other and hurriedly ran out of the house with their men. Looking back, the building of the whole house actually sank ten centimeters! And very uniform, no one is high and one is low!

    Just now, the boy pressed his hands on the ground and sank the bottom of the house! What''s more terrible is that the ground in the house is not damaged at all! What a deep and accurate palm!

    Then, the houses far away from the devil''s city collapsed one after another. After a while, several gang members ran over: "no! There''s a monster over there that smashed our house!"

    Hiss... Both guild leaders took a breath of cold air and looked helpless. Although they have some good martial arts, they still know themselves better than monsters.

    "Ah... Where are the people? Where are my disciples? Pour a cup of hot water to relieve the wine for the master, evil animal!"

    The drunkard''s murmur came out of the house, causing everyone outside to stare at each other. When they reacted, they all rushed in to look for hot water, so that they could find a cup in the East and a pot in the West. They could bring them all, and they could give him a hot bath.

    A few hours later, the boy was out of breath. He felt that his depression seemed to stretch a little. Then he returned to the room.

    As soon as I entered the door, I saw his master sitting on a high position, one on the left pouring wine and one on the right fanning.

    The Drunken Master patted the table and said vaguely, "have you taken it all? Who else disagrees? I beat him to take it... Look at my graft palm, I beat you to death..."

    "Yes, yes! We''ve all taken it!" everyone said this, but their eyes turned to the boy who entered the gate and shook.

    The teenager is a little sorry. He gave you a chance. Why didn''t he cut it? He knows the scourge of drinking and soaking his feet to find a girl. Alas

    Later, when everyone got along, the master and the boy understood that this group of people were the whale sand Gang designated by the government to smuggle private salt. Because the whale sand gang was "hospitable", they felt at home. This stay lasted for several days.

    His master was reluctant to leave until all the good things he could eat were finished and some local specialties were packed.

    Leader Qiu and vice leader Zhou were really enthusiastic and arranged a caravan to send them back to the Central Plains. And it seems that they are afraid that they will not go back, and even salute to help them clean up.

    As usual, the boy sat on the tallest building in devil''s city. The building is like a pagoda, which has tilted slightly, but the boy sits on the palm big place on the edge of the pagoda tip, like sitting on the ground.

    The light wind mixed with fine sand beat on the boy''s face. He closed his eyes, felt the circulation of Qi in his body and experienced the trend of new martial arts.

    Obviously, it has been a long time, but as soon as he closes his eyes, his mind is her frown and smile, and the last desperate indifference. Every time he thought of this in his mind, he was shocked and stopped working to dispel his depression.

    "Let''s go, silly apprentice!"

    In the distance came the cry of his master. He gathered his energy and gathered his voice into a line: "coming."

    Just as he was about to disperse the skill, a strong melancholy suddenly filled the air. He couldn''t help picking up the wine bag in his arms, opened it and filled himself with a mouthful. The strong smell of wine immediately overflowed: "why do you worry? Only Du Kang!"

    What he poured down was wine, but what he spilled from the corners of his mouth was bright red... He finally found something wrong. The beating of his heart was different from usual, as if it was particularly powerful. Each beating pumped too much blood. He began to rupture from the blood vessels of his heart, and the blood was seeping from the corners of his mouth.

    "It''s really heartache. I''m used to the pain these days. I don''t know it when it suddenly hurts." the young man smiled bitterly. The wine bag in his hand slipped and wanted to send a voice to the master, but he lost his strength and fell from the tower. "Master... I''m possessed again..."

    When he woke up again, he found himself in a carriage full of goods behind a carriage. There is a hole in the carriage. With the rhythmic rhythm, you can see the stars trembling in the sky, just like blinking.

    "I didn''t die."

    The boy seemed to be used to being possessed by the devil, and he got up expressionless.

    The pain on the body can''t equal one tenth of the pain in the heart. Therefore, what is the pain?

    But this time, he found that his body had become smaller and looked like a child, and his clothes kept slipping. It seems that the injury caused by his previous obsession has been restored because of the shrinkage of his body. Of course, there should also be the credit of the Yi Jin Jing. Without the strong foundation strengthening effect of the Yi Jin Jing, he may have all his blood vessels broken and died long ago.

    "Let''s take a detour to kill chongtian over there!" "how? The goods were originally sent to Loulan!" "then go to Loulan in a few days and wait until they are finished!" "OK, let''s change our route and go to Wensu country first..." there was a fierce conversation outside the carriage.

    Then, the caravan changed its course, but a figure floated out of the hole in the carriage, hung with long clothes and swayed wantonly in the air, like a ghost.

    In the distance, on the edge of the ancient city, the figure fell on the wall and watched silently for a long time.

    Motionless, like a statue built here. Finally, he moved and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

    Not far away, the head of the soldier holding the butcher''s knife fell to the ground.

    In front of the boy was a little blonde girl wearing yellow tailored armor. Her little body looked ridiculous in armor, and her white face was splashed with other people''s blood. The bodies on the ground were all blond hair, and the boy knew what was happening here in an instant.

    With the little girl''s dejected eyes like him, both of them trembled, like the person seen in their eyes, which was the reflection of their reality.

    "My name is Mei qianxiao. (Chinese)" the boy''s face was hung with two lines of blood spilled from the broken head. He slipped from his face and looked gloomy. He stretched out his smaller hand to the little girl.

    At this time, his killing intention was continuous, and the depressed fire that had always existed in his heart finally found a place to vent.

    The little girl''s ethereal eyes finally refocused. Her eyes fell on the little boy in front of her and put her hand on it: "if you are the devil, I would like to walk with the devil... (Loulan language)"

    Although they don''t know the language, at the moment, their hearts are closely intertwined, writing a new and brilliant chapter for the future western regions.