I really didn't expect to make the heroines fall in love with me.

"Perhaps only those who are insane will go to the Magic Artifact Pavilion."

"By the way, what realm is he? I really didn't see through it just now. Could it be that he is wearing a magic weapon to conceal his breath?"

thump.

The detectives fell silent for a moment.

It was Miss Qilin who tapped on the wooden board of the carriage.

"He is Jindan Dzogchen, and his bones are less than half a hundred years old."

Miss Qilin said lightly.

bang.

A catcher's mask fell to the ground in shock.

The first section #第一组织#Chapter 14 What kind of nightmare start is this?

What is the concept of Jindan Dzogchen with a bone age of less than half a hundred years?

This means that as long as there are no accidents, this person will definitely become a Nascent Soul in the future and become a master.

There is even hope to hit the realm of transforming gods!

Such disciples are probably rare in a thousand years in ordinary sects, and even the great sects handed down from ancient times like Taoism, Buddha and Mo Sanmen will only produce a few in a hundred years.

How could such a genius disciple of the Demon Sect become the master of the Demon Artifact Pavilion?

There's no way he's really the Holy Son of the Demon Sect and then his brains twitched, right?

"I heard that the battle between the sons of the demon sect was extremely fierce. Looking at it now, perhaps the rumors are true."

Miss Qilin shook her head.

The words of my boss also aroused the imagination of all the police officers.

"Perhaps...he didn't suffer from hysteria? He was just forced to come here to enjoy the pain while speaking?"

"But why do you pretend to be the Holy Son of Demon Sect?"

"Presumably, Luo Wusheng, the holy son of the Demon Sect, was occupying a powerful position to force him to come here, so he used the name of the other party to gain some tongue-in-cheek advantage."

"Obviously he is also a generation of arrogance, but he has fallen into such a situation... The Demon Sect is really cruel, and that Holy Son of the Demon Sect must also be a ruthless and merciless giant of the Demon Dao in the future."

Detectives, you deduced from each other.

Miss Qilin watched this scene with satisfaction.

As expected of her subordinates, she can infer so many things just by raising a few points.

However, they cannot be left to discuss.

dong dong.

She tapped on the wood of the wagon again to silence the agents.

"The words of that person just now kind of reminded me that since the evil spirits choose to make trouble outside the king's city, no matter how weird their escapism is, there must be a place to hide, and it won't be too far from the king's city."

Miss Qilin said: "Let's investigate this area first, and return to the six gates when the city is closed... You, take this carriage to the Wangcheng Yamen."

She pointed to a policeman.

The detective bowed his head and said yes.

…………

Luo Wusheng was walking on the streets in the city at this time, but he didn't bother to look at the scenery of the royal city.

The hearse incident of the bald driver started ten days ago.

And ten days ago, it was the day when I awakened my memory, and it was also the day when I decided to come to Wangcheng.

Bald, Buddhism, chaos...

Some things cannot be associated, and once associated, one becomes inexplicably flustered.

(Is that bald coachman really a Buddhist? No, no, it’s just a bald head, which doesn’t mean he’s a Buddhist.)

(And there is no reason for the Buddhist sect to keep an eye on me, right? There is still nearly a year to go before the Demon Rebellion, and the Buddhist family has great achievements. Even if I am the holy son of the Demon sect, how can the movements of a small golden core catch the eyes of these big guys? ?)

I must have thought too much.

But if he is really targeted by Buddhism...

Luo Wusheng subconsciously touched the wooden dagger at his waist, paused and held it in his palm.

【I've already arrived in Wangcheng, how about you? 】

【...I have just left Xuanyuanzhou, and now I am heading towards Jianzhou with Yujian. I can probably find an inn in Jianzhou tonight and return to Jiange tomorrow. 】

After receiving Lu Yuli's reply, Luo Wusheng's expression relaxed and he began to reply.

[Then be careful not to deceive others in the inn, and don't drink Yujian, drunk driving is very dangerous.Yu Jian is not standardized, and relatives and friends cry. 】

After returning, a relaxed smile appeared on his face again.

Fortunately... at least the protagonist is still on his side, and in a sense, he has the upper hand.

The current Miss Jianxian is like his mascot.

As long as there is no problem with the real protagonist, he feels that things are still stable.

Hmm... But you still have to be careful of Buddhism. If you really want to target yourself, the other party will definitely not just send someone pretending to be a coachman.

If there are other backhands, it will definitely leave traces.

In short, in the future, be more careful about the bald heads around you.

Luo Wusheng felt that he would get bald donkey ptsd sooner or later in the future.

At this time, the wooden sword in his hand trembled, and Miss Jianxian's reply came.

[Although I don't understand what you are talking about, I feel that you are mocking me.Now I'm very angry and won't send letters to you anymore. 】

Luo Wusheng's mind seemed to have the appearance of the stunning beauty puffing up her cheeks, shaking her head and laughing for a moment.

I don't know when I will see this girl again.

With the dagger back at his waist, Luo Wusheng's steps were obviously much lighter.

Turn left, go straight, turn right, turn right, turn right...

The Magic Pavilion is here!

Let me see the starting point of my great country!

Look at that wall, what a great graffiti!Look at that building, the potholes are so interesting!Look at the plaque, it's actually placed on the ground!What an ingenious design!

"Fine, looks like I'm in the wrong place."

Luo Wusheng, who was standing at the door, turned his head and wanted to leave.

But there was an urgent cry from inside the cabinet.

"Brother, stay!"

Luo Wusheng only paused for a moment, and saw a tall and thin body jumping out and rolling directly in front of him.

This man was disheveled, his body was so thin that his bones could be seen and he was wearing tattered clothes. When he got up from the ground, he smiled shyly at Luo Wusheng, showing his white teeth.

"Hey... hey, brother, do you want to buy a weapon? Seeing that you are new to Wangcheng with your outfit? Why don't you come to my magic weapon pavilion and have a look?"

The man dressed as a beggar put on a smile on his face: "Let me tell you, my Demon Artifact Pavilion belongs to the Demon Sect! Do you know the Demon Sect? It is the ancient master who owns three thousand Demon Realms! Buy it here." You can't suffer from the weapon!"

Luo Wusheng was forced to accept a fact that he did not want to accept.

Here is the magic weapon pavilion.

The entire attic is four stories high, the bricks and tiles are dilapidated, and the walls are covered with red paint that says "debt repayment".

Where is this starting from scratch?This is starting from the negative!

It's just a nightmare start.

Looking at the hard-selling executive in front of him, Luo Wusheng seemed to be able to see his future self.

"What's your name?"

Luo Wusheng's gaze was a bit complicated.

"Brother, are you interested in my Demon Artifact Pavilion? In Xiahu Dingtian, I would like to introduce my peerless weapon of the Demon Artifact Pavilion to you!"

The secretary of the Magic Artifact Pavilion with Hu Dingtian, whose name is completely inconsistent with his appearance, said that he was about to lure Luo Wusheng into the Magic Artifact Pavilion.

But Luo Wusheng didn't move, but continued to ask: "Aren't you a disciple of the Demon Sect? Have you never seen me?"

Hu Dingtian was stunned.

"Being able to become the secretary of the Demon Artifact Pavilion, I am naturally a disciple of the Demon Sect, you..."

He looked Luo Wusheng up and down, and always felt that the other party did have an indescribable sense of familiarity, but he had left the Demon Gate and stayed in Wangcheng for almost a year, and he really couldn't figure out where this sense of familiarity came from.

But he quickly understood what, and the expression on his face collapsed in an instant.

"Are you also a disciple of the Demon Sect? Have you been pushed out to come to this ghost place?"

He's clearly lost interest.

"I am a disciple of the Demon Sect, but I am not excluded." Luo Wusheng narrowed his eyes.

"Tch, isn't he being excluded, how can he come to this hellish place voluntarily? I've seen a hard-talking officer like you this year..."

Hu Dingtian didn't say any more, but his eyes widened.

Because Luo Wusheng took out the token of the owner of the Demon Artifact Pavilion.

"If it's not enough, I have another piece here."

As Luo Wusheng said, he took out a black wooden token from the storage bag.

Son order!

Xiao Hu knelt down on the spot.

The first section #第一卷#Chapter 15 is really sad for those who hear it, tears for those who hear it

Magic Tool Pavilion, first floor.

"Holy, Master Shengzi...you really accepted the task of the master of the Demon Artifact Pavilion?"

Hu Dingtian followed Luo Wusheng tremblingly at this time, and asked cautiously.

"Even if the token is fake, is it that I am also fake standing here?"

Luo Wusheng responded blankly.

At this time, he was looking at the environment in the magic weapon pavilion.

Compared to the appalling appearance outside, the inside of the pavilion is barely clean.

The first floor is where the magic weapon pavilion sells ordinary soldiers, but each of these ordinary soldiers has accumulated more and more dust, and it is unknown how long they have been placed in this pavilion.

"Dingtian, how long has it been since you sold a weapon in the pavilion?"

"Master Shengzi, just call me Xiaohu." Hu Dingtian said submissively, "To tell you the truth, since I came here a year ago when I was a child, I have never seen a single weapon sold in the cabinet. .”

"Not one thing?" Luo Wusheng was obviously surprised.

Hu Dingtian nodded bitterly.

"Haven't you tried selling at a lower price?"

"Master Shengzi doesn't know that the price of ordinary soldiers in Wangcheng is controlled by the Immortal Kingdom and cannot be adjusted at will."

Is it to stop vicious competition?

Luo Wusheng was thoughtful.

But in this case, the Magic Artifact Pavilion really cannot compete with other forces.