The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Outside the blockade, Xingmo saw girls holding oil-paper umbrellas. They were cheering and taking pictures with their cameras, looking quite enthusiastic.

　"Ah! Master Zuo! My Master Zuo!"

　"That young military officer is so perfect... Damn it, how can there be such a man in the world..."

　"Sisters, who understands... Master Zuo personally handles the case! He shares the joys and sorrows with the patrolmen..."

　The flattery was loud, and the corners of Zuo Shao's mouth curled up slightly. The support obviously helped him build an increasingly arrogant aura.

　This military uniform looks quite decent... Xing Mo muttered inwardly, then got out of the car and slowly walked up to the young military officer.

　"What's the matter?" she asked with a smile.

　Zuo Shao didn't rush to answer. He reached out to straighten the military cap on his head and showed a smile that he thought was very charming.

　"Miss," he said in a voice that he thought was elegant, "there may be some misunderstandings between us, right?"

　Can you please speak properly... Xingmo complained inwardly, then said with a smile:

　"What misunderstanding?"

　"You obviously think... that by offering the scales of the Dragon King, you can run rampant in Danzhou, right?" Zuo Shao asked softly.

　"What do you mean by being a tyrant?"

　"For example... illegally kidnapping and detaining some poor civilians?"

　Zuo Shao looked at Xing Mo with a smile, while Xing Mo was speechless.

　You really can say such words... Do you look like a human being...

　Xing Mo cleared his throat and decided not to give this ghost soldier any face:

　"Civilians, do you mean the well-trained survivors of the Liudao who are carrying dangerous and extraordinary weapons?"

　She threw out the four words "survivors of the Liudao Islands", and as expected, the expression on Zuo Shao's face changed slightly.

　Hmm... As a major general, you hire mercenaries to do dirty work for you. This kind of thing is not convenient for others to know, right?

　Seeing Zuo Shao's increasingly gloomy expression, Xing Mo added with a smile:

　"What a pity! They just passed by our house but didn't come in. Do you know them, Master Zuo?"

　"I don't know him, but I received a report," Zuo Shao said firmly. "I don't know if he is a survivor of Liudao, but someone was indeed reported missing near your yard."

　"Who reported it?" Xingmo smiled.

　"We have to protect the privacy of the informant," Zuo Shao said with a smile. "Anyway, would you mind letting us in to search? After all, if you don't have any Tibetans... why should you be afraid of a search, right?"

　His eyes were sharp and smiling, as if he was sure that his operation would be able to defeat Xingmo.

　Xingmo smiled faintly, and the mark of the Tree of Life on the back of her hand lit up.

　"Aurora," she muttered silently.

　"Let the silly boy come," Aurora replied. "We've already packed everything. If he can find it, he'll be lucky."

　Well, there is still some tacit understanding...

　So, Xing Mo nodded to Zuo Shao:

　"Thank you for your hard work, but I forgot to bring my key. Please open the door."

　After saying that, she took two steps back and made way for the door.

　“That’s really risky.

　I committed a crime..." Although Zuo Shao said this, he had already pulled out a magic wand.

　There is no doubt that he wanted to be the one who scored the goal, after all, the reporters were filming him.

　It was such an honor that a stranger from the academic city could arbitrarily capture innocent civilians, but was finally captured by Major General Zuo Huai himself.

　Zuo Shao thought so and waved his wand fiercely:

　"break!"

　"boom--"

　Flames exploded and hit the door, but were bounced back by the golden barrier.

　Zuo Shao only felt a black screen before his eyes, and he was immediately sent flying thirty meters away, hitting the wall on the other side of the street.

　The reporters' cameras started filming frantically, and the flashes were accompanied by the girls' screams:

　"Master Zuo!!!"

Chapter 390: Danzhou Ancient City and Oil-Paper Umbrellas (Part 7) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Xing Mo had to admit that when Zuo Shao flew out and hit the wall, she almost laughed out loud.

　What kind of third-rate string player would attack a closed door with offensive string magic without checking it first?

　It's really stupid.

　She watched Zuo Shao stand up shakily with the help of several patrol guards. She said nothing, just kept smiling.

　""

　Zuo Shao limped to Xing Mo's side, glanced at the door, then looked at Xing Mo again, and patted the water stains on his butt.

　"Open the door." His voice was a little hoarse.

　"I don't have my keys," Xingmo spread out her hands, "I can't open it without a key?"

　"Damn it, you have to make things ugly?" Zuo Shao cursed in a low voice, "You won't open the door, right? If you don't open the door, I..."

　He raised his wand and played the fire string, trying to scare Xingmo.

　As a result, he found that he couldn't play the fire strings at all - all the strings were blocked and could not be captured, and he just waved his wand in vain.

　Zuo Shao swung again and again, but the fire string could not be caught, causing cold sweat to seep out of his forehead.

　Xing Mo maintained a smile on the surface, but was completely delighted in her heart.

　Yes, there is a four-string instrument.

　But it is still too difficult to play the fire string in front of the seven strings.

　"Is your wand wet?" she asked kindly.

　""

　For the first time, Zuo Shao felt helpless in front of the public. He looked to his left and saw that the cheering girls had calmed down; he looked to his right and saw that the reporters' spotlights were flashing like crazy.

　The original purpose of gathering so many people was to spread the word, to use his methods to educate these outsiders, and to gain public support for himself...

　Unexpectedly, things now seem a little out of control.

　"I'm just shaking the water off my wand," Zuo Shao forced himself to keep his expression steady. "Are you going to open the door or not? I've given you enough face, haven't I?"

　"I didn't say I wouldn't open the door." Xing Mo blinked.

　"Didn't you forget to bring your keys?" Zuo Shao frowned.

　"I really didn't bring it." Xing Mo shook his head.

　"Then how..."

　Before he could finish his words, he saw a beautiful figure walking past him—it was the dragon girl with white hair and blue eyes.

　Vivian didn't even look at Zuo Shao, she walked straight to the door and knocked.

　"Open the door, I forgot my key!" she shouted.

　After a few seconds, the door opened and Alice stuck her head out:

　"Oh, why didn't you bring your keys?" She pretended to be surprised. "Remember to bring your keys next time."

　"Okay, okay."

　After Vivian finished speaking, she followed Alice in.

　"If you don't have your key, you can knock on the door," Xing Mo explained earnestly to Zuo Shao, who looked dazed. "Knocking on the door is a courtesy and a virtue."

　After saying that, she left Zuo Shao, waved her hand, and walked into the courtyard with the patrol guard.

　Zuo Shao stood blankly at the door. His military uniform was covered with rain from the fall, and his butt was a little cold.

　I reached out and touched it, and found a hole there, and my underwear was exposed.

　"You guys!!! Stop taking pictures!" he yelled at the reporters.

　The patrol searched the courtyard for half an hour and came to a simple conclusion: no one was hiding here, and there was no space to hide anyone.

　In this way, Zuo Shao's accusations against the ambassadorial group were naturally self-defeating.

　Before leaving, Commander Chen personally found Xingmo and apologized to her.

　"I'm sorry, Miss Saint, we were just doing our duty and meant no disrespect."

　"It's okay, it was that guy who asked you to come," Xing Mo nodded with a smile, "I really don't blame you."

　Zuo Shao was standing in the middle of the courtyard, looking distraught, his eyes full of disbelief.

　Of course he couldn't believe it, after all, the survivors of Liudao were indeed imprisoned by Xingmo.

　However, the place where they were imprisoned was the Sacred Tree Forest on the other side of the ocean.

　"Does that guy often cause trouble like this?" Xing Mo asked casually.

　"I dare not say anything," Commander Chen shook his head, "but..."

　He nodded and waved his hand.

　I understand...it turns out that all the young masters in the world are evil...

　Xingmo put on a standard business smile, chatted with Chief Chen for a few more words, and then watched them leave.

　Before the courtyard gate closed, Xing Mo saw Zuo Shao turn around and glare at her angrily, looking very angry.

　She kept smiling calmly, without any aggression at all.

　"Okay, that's enough delay." Xing Mo stretched out his hand.

　Stretching.

　She turned around, pushed open the door to the main room, and saw Alice, Aurora, and Vivian gathered around the table, having another hot pot party.

　"You guys really love hotpot..." Xingmo muttered and sat down at the table.

　When the patrol's announcement arrived, Aurora brought Alice, who was piecing together the echoes in the courtyard, back to the mansion and provided cover for the plants in the courtyard.

　"We were in a hurry to set up cover, but who knew that young military officer would be so slow," Aurora spread out her hands, "so let's prepare lunch."

　"Did Senior Alice find anything?" Xing Mo asked.

　"I've pieced together some residual sound that wasn't washed away by the ice flames," Alice said, "but the content is very vague... Anyway, the ancient dragon hunter took something with him when he left the courtyard. I speculate that it was a fragment of Link's skull."

　"Yeah, eating." Vivian felt a chill down her spine.

　"You still find it disgusting, my little dragon," Alice rubbed Vivian's shoulders lovingly. "Anyway, there seems to be some kind of mark on that skull fragment, and that mark is the reason why the Ancient Dragon Hunter targeted Linkmu."

　"Hmm..." Xing Mo nodded. "Gu Longshu couldn't possibly assassinate a tobacco tycoon for no reason, right? He must have some kind of identity that deserves to be assassinated."

　What would that identity be?

　"Is it possible that the ancient dragon simply wants to weaken Danzhou Prefecture?" Aurora tilted her head. "He doesn't seem to be acting rationally."

　"No, he has sense."

　Weiweian shook her head, took a deep breath, and whispered:

　"I looked him in the eye...it was definitely not a mad look..."

　"He...seemed calm."

　Across the street, a man in a black suit had a calm gaze and ice-blue pupils.

　The icy flame in her eyes was the same as Vivian's.

　"You mean, he killed Linkmu... for a specific purpose?" Alice asked.

　"I heard him say the word 'blood debt'..." Vivian whispered, "He seemed... to be seeking revenge."

　revenge.

　A vengeful ancient dragon wanders in the rain at night in Danzhou City, holding a black umbrella.