Chapter 23
Yan Muqing looked away from the top of Yun Qian's head. He was so short that when he looked down, his neck was sore. When he thought of this thin human being who made him a spiritual pet, his mood became worse again.
Ji He's face flashed in his mind, and if he followed up now, he might be able to know where Tianzhao Mansion was.
Yan Muqing wanted to bypass Yun Qian and leave, but he couldn't move his feet. He looked at Yun Qian coldly, and the woman actually gave him another word.
"I'll take you to the Slaughter Tower later, you put on the hat to cover the fox ears." Yun Qian showed the hat with the gauze on her hand.
He doesn't want to go to the Slaughter Tower now, he just wants to go to Tianzhao Mansion.
However, Yun Qian reminded him that it was difficult for him to hide the fox ears now, and he would only be caught in the urn when he went to Tianzhao Mansion. He couldn't be so impulsive.
Yan Muqing calmed down. First of all, he had to solve the problem of the fox ears. In the past few days, he had recovered some spiritual power. It should be no problem to hide the fox ears for a while
. She looked at him with obvious disbelief. In the past few days, she had noticed that his fox ears popped out from time to time. Obviously, his complete humanoid state was not stable.
Yan Muqing ignored Yun Qian's suspicious gaze, the red in her pupils flashed for a moment, and the pair of fox ears on top of her head disappeared instantly.
The speed of disappearing this time is faster than the previous few times. Presumably Yan Muqing's spiritual power has recovered to a state where he can maintain a complete human form.
Yun Qian thought longingly, hoping that when he kills her, he can break her "undead buff", so that she can go back without completing the task.
Yun Qian suddenly remembered, maybe she can continue to give Yan Muqing a spiritual pill, so can he recover his spiritual power faster?
Yun Qian was about to put the hat into the Qiankun bag, but the two fox ears on Yan Muqing's head popped out again.
Yan Muqing: "..."
Yun Qian: "..."
The complete humanoid state only lasted for one second, what kind of trouble is there!
Yan Muqing's face was very bad, and Yun Qian expressed his understanding. The flag he had just erected fell in a second, not to mention that he was so strong before, but now he can't even maintain his human form, which is really miserable.
"Wear it." Yun Qian handed him the hat.
Yan Muqing glanced at it and didn't answer.
Ah...how did she forget, the big devil has always been disobedient, she should not discuss with him, she should order him.
"Don't talk, keep your head down."
After she finished speaking, Yan Muqing quickly lowered her head and looked at her motionless, her thin lips pursed tightly, and she couldn't really say a word.
Yun Qian ignored the anger in his eyes, frowned at his jaw that was still some distance above her head.
Yan Ling was really unintelligent. She originally wanted him to be as low as she could reach and put a hat on him, but he just nodded his head.
Yun Qian had no choice but to say, "Squat down, the distance to my neck, don't move." The
voice landed, and she was slammed on the head. When she stood firm, she saw Yan Muqing's handsome face close at hand. , and his red bumped nose, with blood coming out of his nostrils.
It must have been because he spoke too hastily just now. He squatted down and slammed into her forehead. He didn't expect her physique to be so violent that it caused nosebleeds.
Looking at Yan Muqing's eyes full of murderous intent, Yun Qian was very fortunate that he added a "don't talk" speech at the beginning, otherwise the big devil would definitely swear, and look at the blue veins in his hands.
She thought about it for a while, but decided to build up her good morals and stop hating herself. Now he really wants to kill her, and it's also her fault, which has caused nosebleeds. Yun Qian took out a handkerchief from the lapel of her clothes, raised her hand and pressed it on Yan Muqing's nose, his eyebrows slightly frowned, and his eyes fell on the clean little hand, so white that you could see the light under the skin Cyan blood vessels.
Her movements were gentle, and the familiar light breath poured into his nose along the handkerchief, making his nose a little itchy, but not uncomfortable.
——"The next time you use Yanling, you have to be careful."
Yan Muqing raised her eyes to look at Yun Qian's calm face, and snorted coldly in her heart, she still wanted another time.
Although he thought so, his eyebrows gradually loosened.
Yun Qian helped Yan Muqing to clean it up, put the hat on his head, and put his fox ears into the hat.
When her hand touched the fox's ear, she noticed that his expression was tense, and his dark eyes stared at her without blinking, as if nervous.
- "Could it be that it hurts?"
Yun Qian Fang softened her movements, carefully lowered the brim of her hat, and when her hand left his ear, Yan Muqing's clenched knuckles slowly loosened.
Yun Qian helped Yan Muqing put down the gauze curtain on the hat, put on the hat himself, and took him to the Slaughter Tower.
The place where the two appeared turned out to be in the air, Yun Qian drew a gossip array to prevent them from falling from the air.
She stood on the gossip array and looked down. There was nothingness in all directions. Only a ten-story tower stood on the small island in the middle. Presumably that tower was the so-called Slaughter Tower.
Yun Qian drove the formation and flew down, came to a position not far from the Slaughter Tower, and observed the people who entered. Those people were all wearing masks and wearing all kinds of clothes, some looked rich, some looked poor, and they couldn't guess their identities.
Yun Qian and Yan Muqing mixed in with those people. They were cautious at first, but after a long time, she found that no one paid attention to them at all.
Two men in masks, with "Wang" and "Zhao" written on their masks, passed by, and they were chatting.
The man wearing the "Zhao" mask said, "Tonight's fight is over, how about we go to the sixth floor for a drink?" The
"Wang" mask waved his hand and said, "Hey, I still have a task to do, forget it. "
"Zhao" said, "This task has been done for so many years and it has not been completed, so don't be in a hurry."
"Wang" smiled bitterly, "Brother Zhao doesn't know anything, I am dying."
"Zhao" is not surprised . , just sighed, "Is even Brother Wang leaving?" The
topic gradually became heavy, Yun Qian didn't understand, she looked elsewhere.
Not all of them had their surnames written on their masks, some had given names, some had symbols they couldn't read, and most had nothing written on them. Those who didn't write anything didn't talk to anyone, just walked quietly towards the second floor.
Some of the crowd wore hats like her. It turned out that it was not unusual for them to dress up like this. No wonder no one paid attention to them.
But the place was full of weirdness, so Yun Qian decided to be careful.
Yun Qian and Yan Muqing followed the group to the second floor, and their field of vision widened in an instant. This was a stand with a huge display suspended in mid-air.
If you look closely, it is not a display screen. The texture of its surface is like the surface of water, with sparkling waves, but it shows a fighting scene inside.
Yan Muqing had never seen this thing before, and his eyes showed doubts, but when he came here, he could feel that the atmosphere here was somewhat similar to Chaos Gate and Mengyoujing. Could it be that this is also an independent space?
Yun Qian remembered that in the later period of the original book, something called a floating wave mirror just appeared. At that time, the original owner was terminally ill, and he just heard about it from the disciples of the Long Sword Sect.
The concept of the floating wave mirror is very similar to the display screen, it can display the scene thousands of miles away.
The Floating Wave Mirror was made by High Heaven Pavilion. Does the "display screen" appearing here have anything to do with High Heaven Pavilion?
They found a place to sit down, and two ragged people were fighting in the display screen. This should be the slave Jiang Hui said.
The space above their heads was obviously sealed, and the light of the night pearls around them hit them.
Their movements were so fast that Yun Qian could only see their skills but not their hands.
"Spiritual Transformation." Yan Muqing couldn't use his divine sense, but he could draw a conclusion from the speed of the two of them.
"Are you saying that these two slaves are in the God Transformation Realm?" Yun Qian's voice was a little surprised, which caught the attention of the masked man sitting beside her. He looked at her very strangely, and Yun Qian immediately stopped. look.
Being a slave in the God Transformation Realm doesn't seem to be a surprise to the people here. After she sat upright, the masked man slowly turned his head.
"Today's competition was very boring, and no one gave a reward."
"If Li Yun played, maybe more people would give him a reward."
"Li Yun ran away with a few slaves a few days ago, and was caught by the people above him. There will be no competitions above the level of fit."
"He is very courageous, but unfortunately he is too big."
"In the end, the person above was idle and bored and kept his life..."
Yun Qian listened calmly. At the same time, the intestines have been knotted in shock, and the realm of integration has not even reached Weiyulou. How can the realm of integration here be like a rotten street in their mouths.
She looked around at the people wearing masks and staring at the screen. It would be great if she was in the realm of God Transformation. Maybe she could know the cultivation of these people.
But it's not necessarily. If these people's cultivation base is higher than her, she can't detect it.
After another meeting, Yun Qian finally knew what the reward they were talking about was.
Immediately after one slave knocked another slave to the ground, the screen scrolled.
[Thanks to the big brother "Yijian Frosthan" for the big Luo Jinxian! ]
[Thanks to the big brother "Kyushu Fengyun" for the Iron Cavalry Warcraft! ]
[Wow! Thank you for the ninety-nine red flame demon foxes sent by the second big brother! ! ! ]
Immediately on the screen, a fox with sharp teeth jumped out, lifelike, but why did Yun Qian feel a little familiar.
Yun Qian turned her head to look at Yan Muqing, whose face was blocked by the gauze curtain, but she clearly felt that the air pressure beside her was extremely low.
Yan Muqing's eyes were gloomy and he sneered, "The red flame fox demon, it's really interesting."
Yun Qian wanted to laugh, it seems that Yan Muqing was really famous back then, and even the slaughter tower was not mentioned in the original book, and it was the first place in the reward list. Columns are all based on him.
Yun Qian didn't continue to watch the competition, she walked around with Yan Muqing, listened to the conversation of these people, and gained a lot of information.
Here, if the slave wants to enter the competition field, the master needs to bring the slave to the top floor to register, and there is no requirement for the identity of the master.
The first to fifth floors of the Slaughter Tower are all places to watch competitions, and the sixth to ninth floors are leisure areas, including a pantry building, gambling area, and dining hall.
The lowest level of the slaves participating here is Yuan Ying, and the highest level is combined. The slave named Li Yun is the ceiling of strength here.
Yun Qian didn't want to give up this opportunity. If she was competing with God Transformation, she had a certain probability to break through Nascent Soul. If it was a higher realm, or if she went up to the Void Refinement Realm, would her opponent directly break her "immortality". BUFF" beat her to death?
Yun Qian became excited at the thought of the possibility of being beaten to death, which meant going home.
When I came to the top floor, I walked past an extravagant carved jade pillar, and I saw an open door. The entrance was a fan-shaped screen, and there were two figures behind the screen.
She has good ears now and can clearly hear what the people inside are saying.
"Hmph,...it can't make any waves, this pilgrimage feast is an opportunity."
"They are hiding too deep."
"But they are only ants, and they will never see the avenue for life."
"Young master said that."
The sound of footsteps came, and a man in Tsing Yi wearing a black and white mask walked out, the Yingyu around his waist glowed with a cold luster.
After the man had left, Yun Qian and Yan Muqing entered the house. There was no servant in the house, and there was no need to report.
Yun Qian came to the back of the screen and saw a plain-looking young man. He was writing with a brush, but what surprised Yun Qian was that there was no text on it.
He dipped in water and wrote, and he didn't feel anything wrong at all.
He didn't look at Yun Qian and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Slave registration." Yun Qian said the term she heard.
At this moment, Ah Jiu put down her pen and looked at the two standing. They were cleanly dressed and could not tell who was a slave. Originally thought it was a newcomer here, but unexpectedly they were one master and one slave.
The dress of these two people is very ordinary. He has seen too many such dresses for hundreds of years. Some people have come here once and died soon after going out.
"Who is the master?"
Yun Qian knew when Yan Muqing came in handy, and pointed, "He is."
Yan Muqing looked down at her through the gauze curtain and said nothing.
A Jiu frowned, "It would be too rude to point at the master's slave."
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