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While the two were talking, Fatty had already led them to the door of the Great Dream Pavilion.
There was a circle of demon cultivators at the entrance of the Great Dream Hall, and a burly demon cultivator was seen beating a female cultivator.
The magic cultivators onlookers didn't step forward to help, they all smiled. The waiter in the Big Dream Hall just glanced at them and then went on to do their own thing.
Mo Xiu watched and laughed:
"I guess three more punches will kill the woman."
"Too much, I bet two punches!"
"This woman is good looking, it's more fun to hang it up and whip it thinly with a whip."
It was indeed a beating. The burly demon cultivator raised his fist and punched the female cultivator. The female cultivator did not have a head guard, but bent over desperately.
Xie Yun approached, only to find that the female cultivator was protecting a young man in her arms, skinny and skinny, lying in the female cultivator's arms with blank eyes.
Xie Yun frowned, his fingers resting on a foot of snow.
Before he could make a move, the burly Demon Xiu bent his knees and knelt heavily on the ground, his nose and mouth ripped apart by the bluestone slab, and he roared, "Who cares about their own business? I beat him to death!"
Ying Baiye held the handle of the knife with his fingers, tilted his head slightly under the shadow of the eaves, and said with a smile: "Why, you stand in the way of this seat, but you are more reasonable than this seat?"
Under the shadow of the eaves, he tilted his head slightly and looked into the Big Dream Hall: "The Big Dream Hall is open to welcome guests, even the door is not clean?"
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Q: Why is there no reaction when look at the small h picture?
Ying Baiye: That's it?
Master Xie: It was originally the person who looked at the erotic palace with a blank face.
Chapter 37 Feeling
The burly Demon Xiu had his upper body pressed to the ground, he panted heavily, and walked up to him with a pair of black boots. Mo Xiu tried his best to roll his eyes, only to see a green ghost mask, revealing the lower half of his face cold and white.
Ying Baiye said softly, "What are you looking at?"
The pressure on Mo Xiu intensified, Mo Xiu gradually lost his breath, and a ho ho sound came out of his throat, he quickly realized that he had offended someone who should not have offended: "Yes, sorry, next time, next time not. Dare..."
Xie Yun's hand on the hilt of the sword loosened slightly.
Fatty was afraid that the guest he had picked up would be annoyed and go away, so he hurried forward and scolded, "Get out of here!"
Mo Xiu loosened his body, got up with soft legs, and limped away from the crowd and ran out, leaving the mother and son alone.
Ying Baiye bent down, and the hilt of the knife gently brushed the female cultivator's jaw: "She was born...very beautiful."
She is indeed beautiful, with delicate but rigid features, and she has been staring at the child in her arms with loving eyes.
Whether facing the burly demon cultivator or facing the white night, the female cultivator has the same expression, the same movement, and the same emotion in the eyes.
And the scrawny boy huddled in the nun's arms, motionless.
Xie Yun walked to Ying Baiye's side, and he looked down.
I don't know why, but always felt that this female cultivator was strange all over, but when looked closely, couldn't tell what was strange.
Xie Yun looked at Fatty: "Have you seen her?"
Fatty looked carefully and shook his head: "I've never seen it before. Maybe it's a loose cultivator who came to catch the tide. At this time of the year, there are always all kinds of loose cultivators who come to try their luck. I'm sorry. Out-of-body cultivators, it's not difficult to earn a living."
Ying Baiye: "Do you also think she was born well?"
The fat man smiled ambiguously, and he said: "If you keep it for a while, it must be a radiant beauty. At this age, she is more charming than a young girl."
Xie Yun had always been fed up with such an indiscreet man, and now he was in the magic way, so he couldn't show sympathy, he could only walk two steps to the side.
Otherwise, find fault and beat this fat man?
Xie Yun looked at Fatty thoughtfully.
The fat man was shocked.
Ying Baiye stood up straight, "Then... I want two first-class rooms."
The fat man nodded and bowed: "Okay, okay, I'm going to prepare for the two of you."
There are two first-class rooms in the Big Dream Hall, ten low-grade spirit stones a day, and one middle-grade spirit stone is pressed into it, and the bill is settled on the day of check-out.
The fat man grinned contentedly, and kept pushing the female cultivator into the room before turning around and leaving.
As soon as the door was closed, Ying Baiye immediately let go of his hand and walked aside, signaling the nun to find a place to sit.
Ying Baiye was born in the devil's way, and has always been accustomed to keeping a certain distance from people. His problem of rejecting physical contact was cured by Xie Yun's forcible coercion.
No, there is no cure, it can only be said that Xie Yun is wrong.
Xie Yun stared at the child for a long time, still frowning until he walked into the house.
The nun was holding the boy, and she hadn't changed her expression since she was pulled into the house.
Ying Baiye took out two bottles of Spirit Rehabilitation Liquid and handed it to the female nun: "Drink some."
Peiling liquid and bigu pill have the same effect, but the medicinal power is milder and can provide a small amount of spiritual power.
The female cultivator dumbly took the spirit-boosting liquid, but she didn't know how to feed it to the child in her arms. She just held the spirit-boosting liquid with a loving expression and held the child tightly with the other hand.
Ying Baiye was about to speak when he suddenly realized that something was wrong with the female cultivator's wound.
The female cultivator was covered in bruises, with a long and narrow wound on her forehead, and there was a little inconspicuous black hidden in the opened flesh.
It doesn't look like gritty grime, but... ink.
And this kind of dark and thick black ink should be seen on a person in Bai Ye.
Xie Yun thought thoughtfully: "I always think this person... very strange."
His eyes were too empty. It seemed that there was no complete soul in the skin, but an empty body. However, Xie Yun glanced at the soul of an out-of-body cultivator, and the female cultivator's body indeed contained three souls and seven souls. It was a complete body. people.
Leaving the body, as the name suggests, when a cultivator has reached this level, the soul of the soul can leave the body for a long time.
For an out-of-body cultivator, the power of the divine soul is already strong enough, and he can also see the souls of other cultivators.
Xie Yun couldn't help looking into the empty eyes of the female nun: Could it be because he was hit so hard that he lost his mind?