Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2808 Notice
"Where are we going now?" Han Ling'er looked around, the houses here were all temporary, and it should be whoever built them.

"Whatever, let's get through tonight first!" Mo Xian said, casually walking into an alley.

There is no plan at all here, full of alleys, big or small, the terrain is very complicated, and the environment is dirty and messy.

After seeing someone coming in, the warriors in the alley showed more or less hostility, and even the energy in their bodies began to agitate, exuding a powerful aura.

Mo Xian didn't pay attention to these demonstrations. Under normal circumstances, these people were just swearing their sovereignty, and they didn't really take action, which didn't do them any good.

After a long time, Mo Xian finally saw a shabby house with no one there, and a smile appeared on his face.

"You don't want to stay here tonight, do you?" Han Ling'er frowned, it was basically no different from sleeping in the open.

"Do you have a better choice?" Mo Xian smiled and said, "It's going to rain soon, and you don't want to spend the night in the rain, do you?"

"Forget it, Miss Ben will just let it go." Han Ling'er looked at the sky, it seemed that it was really going to rain, and immediately pulled Ding Rui into the house first.

As soon as several people entered the house, there was only a thunder, followed by pouring rain.

Han Ling'er stared blankly at the simple roof, and murmured: "Don't let the rain leak."

The roof doesn't look solid, not to mention that it doesn't leak, even if it collapses directly.

Sure enough, soon it started to rain lightly inside the house.

"Unexpectedly, my dignified little senior sister of Beihuangdian would be reduced to such a state." Han Ling'er sighed and said rather sadly.

"It would be nice to have this place, maybe there are still people outside in the rain!" Mo Xian smiled and moved to a place to avoid the raindrops from falling on himself.

"Just say that you are too old and kind. With our strength, can't we grab a better place?" Han Ling'er said dissatisfied.

"No one else has offended us, and every place has its own rules, how do you know that no one here is stronger than us?" Mo Xian laughed.

Han Ling'er rolled her eyes, didn't say much, and took Ding Rui to a slightly cleaner corner to have a private conversation.

"I'll go outside to watch!" Su Wu said, and before Mo Xian could speak, he went outside, letting the rain fall on him, and seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.

Mo Xian originally wanted to say no, but seeing Su Wu's appearance, he insisted on not saying what was on his lips.

The torrential rain soon soaked Su Wu's whole body, but he didn't seem to notice it, and even raised his head slightly to let the rain pour into his neck.

Mo Xian shook his head. He didn't know what Su Wu had gone through, and he always gave people a feeling of vicissitudes.

It didn't take long before he heard footsteps coming from outside, which was covered by the sound of rain hitting the ground. It was very slow, and he couldn't hear it unless he listened carefully.

Soon, footsteps stopped outside them.

Mo Xian immediately became vigilant, Su Wu was outside, and he should have spotted the person parked outside, but for some reason, there was no movement.

Outside the room, a black figure stood quietly, not far from him, Su Wu also stood quietly, as if he didn't see that person.

After a quiet confrontation for a while, the black shadow slowly walked in, stood next to Su Wu, and then stopped moving.

After waiting for a long time and seeing no movement, Mo Xian stood up curiously to see what was going on.

As soon as he walked to the door, he was stunned. It was that down-and-out warrior who came.

It seems that he originally wanted to come in to hide from the rain, but he saw Su Wu standing outside in the rain, so he stayed outside.

The two stood motionless, letting the rain wash over them, as if they were in the rain during a competition.

"Two weirdos!" Mo Xian shook his head helplessly, ignoring him.

Unknowingly, one night passed, the rain didn't stop all night, and Su Wu and the downtrodden warrior stood outside all night.

The faces of both of them were a little pale from the rain, and they looked rather weird.

After Han Ling'er saw the down-and-out martial artist, she was taken aback for a moment, and said, "It's weird, we have such a predestined relationship with that weird guy."

"Who says it's not!" Mo Xian shrugged.

Almost in an instant, the torrential rain stopped.

Only then did Su Wu come back to his senses, and when he circulated Yuanli, a puff of white smoke rose from his body, and his clothes were evaporated dry in an instant.

The desolate warrior didn't care about his clothes, went straight into the room, and then slept in the corner all the time.

"This guy, you're so impolite!" Han Ling'er said dissatisfiedly, she seemed to understand why a down-and-out warrior would be beaten up.

"It's not our place anyway." Mo Xian smiled.

"Did the two of them just stand outside all night?" Han Ling'er asked again.

"En!" Mo Xian nodded.

"Two strange people met each other!" Han Ling'er muttered.

They didn't know that just last night, their portraits had been posted all over the place, and now they were completely famous.

As the torrential rain stopped, the temporary gathering point became lively in an instant, and the ground that had accumulated water just now dried up in an instant, and the air became much drier, as if all the water had been recovered in an instant.

"This place is really strange!" Han Ling'er said.

"It's not normal if it's not strange!" Mo Xian shrugged, and then walked outside.

Soon after, a group of people came to the street, and there were still many people.

Soon, Mo Xian discovered that many people were pointing fingers at them.

"Are there any flowers on my face?" Han Ling'er also noticed this, and asked suspiciously.

"There is a problem!" Mo Xian frowned slightly, and looked at a martial artist who was pointing here.

Seeing that Mo Xian noticed him, the warrior quickly turned his head away, and secretly hid a piece of paper in his hand behind his back.

Noticing his little action, Mo Xian was sure that there must be some important information on that piece of paper.

"Hey, there's a notice posted here. Who are these people? They're so ugly!" At this time, Nan Yuexin noticed something stuck on the wall beside her. There are four portraits.

The painter's level is obviously not good, the painting is very rough, it can be said to be deformed.

Mo Xian glanced casually, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Isn't this portrait of them?

He really couldn't bear to listen to Nan Yuexin's comments, and said, "Didn't you realize that these portraits are us?"

"Ah?" Han Ling'er was startled, and then her pretty face collapsed.

(End of this chapter)