Chapter Eight Hundred and Ninetieth Four Unlucky Swagger

Practicing in the colorful divine soil, Nuwalong, Fengyue Yingchen White Dragon, and Yan Wanglong have all been promoted to a higher level, reaching the level of the upper dragon general, which gave Zhu Minglang confidence again.

Moreover, the funds on hand are also sufficient, Zhu Minglang can continue to collect all kinds of soul orbs, use Lou Longzong's psychic water wheel gun, and then cultivate a Shenlong future.

Judging from the development of several dragons, Cangluan Qinghuanglong and Tianshalong should be more suitable for promotion to the level of Shenlong.

"Shangxian, Shangxian, someone walked past you just now, as if he walked by something." Bai Ze's crow suddenly flew over from the eaves and landed on the railing next to Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang turned his head and glanced at the mediocre man walking on the sloping street naturally.

Just now Zhu Minglang did have such a strange feeling, he immediately checked his Qiankun bracelet, and found that the Biying bronze key he put in the Qiankun bracelet was missing!

"A thief?" Zhu Minglang was a little surprised.

As a god with a powerful consciousness, it is almost impossible for things to be stolen, unless the other party has some kind of magical power to steal other people's items, and can still directly reach into other people's universe artifacts!

"Keep an eye on him." Zhu Minglang said to Bai Ze Crow.

The Crow Immortal has countless incarnations and little demons. It only needs to call a few times, and those crows inhabiting the forest of Xuan Ge God City will be affected by it and turn into standard Bai Ze crows.

To spy on a person is really too simple for Bai Zecrow. It can even always appear in the blind corner of the other party's line of sight, staring at the other party without letting the other party notice it. Of course, it can also show up when the other party can see it. The distance that can never be touched, tormenting each other with those "death eyes".

Xuan Ge Shendu can be said to be a gathering of gods. The representatives of the gods of the seven great gods, including those who are not righteous, are also flocking to Xuan Ge Shendu in order to understand some important information of Beidou Shenjiang. Xuan Ge Shendu is unprecedented. lively.

Those who can take things from themselves are definitely not ordinary people.

In the past, Zhu Minglang would have rushed up to catch that guy immediately, and then snapped his tendons as a punishment, but if there was a Bai Ze crow watcher, Zhu Minglang would not be in a hurry.

Right now, he wants to see how unlucky the God of Swagger is.

"Shangxian, what are you doing?" Seeing Zhu Minglang climbing up the eaves, Bai Ze Crow asked,

asked with some doubts.

"I don't go to high places, how do I know if your bad luck spell has worked?" Zhu Minglang said.

"Shangxian, there is no need, you go to a massage parlor with a lady, and let a lady with a good technique soothe your tired body, I can see what you want to see with the eyes of death Here you are," Bai Ze Crow said.

Saying these words, Bai Ze Crow's death eyes flickered suddenly, and the evil red light reflected in Zhu Minglang's pupils. Zhu Minglang only felt an illusory red in front of his eyes. After a while, countless pocket virtual images were like mirages. Generally presented in the air wall in front of oneself...

"That's the thief just now. There are a total of seven little crows watching. Even if one is accidentally lost, the other little crows will quickly lock it."

"You have to look at the god of swagger. After all, the other party is a righteous god, so you can't have too many crows wandering around, or you will be easily alerted by its consciousness. There is only one avatar of me, on the big camphor tree, staring at you. Looking at the wine pavilion where they are."

Bai Ze Crow began to introduce his abilities, and his words were obviously showing some pride.

Zhu Minglang was also quite pleasantly surprised. From the very beginning, he noticed that the Crow Immortal's eyes were very special. He didn't expect to have such an ability. Couldn't he monitor the entire Xuan Ge God City and observe the movements of all the gods? ?

As big as the secret collusion of the righteous gods, as small as the private tea party of the goddesses, you can see everything at a glance!

This crow is not in vain!

Although it will shorten his lifespan a bit, Zhu Minglang already has a long life now.

"Cough cough, why is your little crow patrolling in the female soup spring hall?" When Zhu Minglang browsed through these monitoring eyes, he quickly saw a picture that was not suitable for children. Once and for all, this dead crow is definitely not a serious crow!

"It's purely a hobby, it's just a hobby, hehe."

"..." Zhu Minglang was speechless.

Dead crow, kinda honest!

"I am a righteous god, the gods are in charge of the gods, and the gods are inspecting the sky, and the aura is right. Since you are messing with me, don't do such things that harm your morality in the future, understand!" Zhu Minglang said solemnly.

"What the Shangxian taught is, what the Shangxian taught is... But the little crows who lived in the forest of the Xuange God all the year round told me that not long ago, the Xuange God was repeatedly attacked by a certain lecherous thief. Peeping, I don’t know if that thief will be struck by lightning.” The Crow Immortal let out a cheap laugh, like a wild duck with an extremely ugly voice roaring while you are taking a nap!

Zhu Minglang's face darkened.

This dead crow seems to be able to see some small sins in people's hearts.

Faced with this kind of thing, Zhu Minglang didn't talk nonsense with the Crow Immortal, he just snapped his fingers, and suddenly a thunderbolt from the clear sky struck down without warning, splitting the old tree where the Crow Immortal was standing into coke.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!!!!" Crow Immortal panicked and flew into the distance, smiling apologetically there.

"Turn to the screen of swaggering for me," Zhu Minglang said.

"Obey!"

...

Zhu Minglang really found a massage parlor, but he just asked a blind man to treat him.

Zhu Minglang would never go to the clever little lady's flower house that the crow mentioned. He had never been there, and he didn't know where it was.

However, when a fairly handsome blind girl came from outside the screen, Zhu Minglang's face showed a bit of weirdness, and the crow standing on the treetop not far away from the window let out a mean laugh again.

Zhu Minglang paid no attention to this cheap crow, and focused on staring at Zhao Yaoshen.

Zhu Minglang not only depends on the bad luck of the God of Swagger, but also needs to know the habits of the God of Swagger, his ability of the God of Swagger, and his style of behavior.

After all, he is a god-level existence. Zhu Minglang can't act rashly. Ming Mengshen was trapped by demons and his strength was greatly reduced. Zhu Minglang used this to take him down, but Zhao Yaoshen was different. It is a god.

...

Your Excellency, an old man is soaking medicinal wine in the backyard. He should be the veteran chef of this wine pavilion, but he is in grade and has rheumatism, so he has to rely on this way of soaking his feet in medicinal wine every day to relieve pain.

"Mr. Fan, do you still have agarwood wine? A few distinguished guests have come. They said that they must have century-old agarwood wine, and they asked for your dishes." The shopkeeper came over and asked this old chef Fan.

"Yes, yes, I will prepare it and put it in the jade altar." Old Chef Fan said.

When a distinguished guest comes, Old Chef Fan cannot continue to soak his feet leisurely in medicinal wine.

But this medicinal wine has only been soaked for a while, and it would be a pity to pour it out now. Chef Fan thought for a while, took an old jar, poured the half-soaked medicinal wine into the old jar, and stored it first. When you're done, continue with the care.

After putting on his shoes and socks, Chef Fan entered the kitchen and began to prepare dishes.

Not long after, a waiter ran down in a hurry, and complained as he walked: "Where is such a temper, isn't it just a little late at night, and they all said that the wine should be prepared, Mr. Fan, Mr. Fan, What about the wine, is it this jar?"

"Ah? Yes, yes, take it up." Mr. Fan was a little ear-splitting, and he was holding a spoon in his hand, so he didn't have time to turn around to look.

The waiter picked up the old jar and walked towards Gao Zeng in the wine pavilion.

Since it is a century-old agarwood wine, it must naturally be in this kind of wine jar that looks old, so the waiter in the shop didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

However, this scene all fell into Zhu Minglang's sight. When the waiter in the shop carried the old jar to the ostentatious room, Zhu Minglang held his breath and concentrated.

I don't know what type of god this swaggering god belongs to.

I don't know if he can perceive this blunder.

If it is Zhishengzun and Xuangeshen.

They must be aware of such a small accident, even if the wine is handed to them, they will never take a sip.

But the God of Swagger obviously does not have this kind of comprehension ability.

The most important thing is that Zhao Yaoshen doesn't seem to be a person who understands wine. When he lifted the lid and smelled the tangy smell, a smile appeared on his face pretending to understand. The host said, "As expected of a hundred-year-old agarwood, the fragrance is unique, and it's already intoxicating!"

Pang Lang was at the side, took a sip of the aroma of the wine, and frowned slightly, but when he heard what the god Zhao Yao had said, he naturally didn't dare to say anything, so he hurriedly echoed the god Zhao Yao: "It's been a long time indeed, the fragrance of this wine is so delicious to me. I have never smelled it anywhere else, it is extremely strong!"

"Come, come, today is the day we made friends, let's drink this cup together!" Zhao Yaoshen raised his cup, and to show his sincerity in hospitality, he raised his head and drank the old man's feet soaked in medicinal wine in one gulp!

When Zhu Minglang saw this scene, the tea he was about to drink almost sprayed on the blind woman's chest.

"My lord, but the slave's house is not properly pressed?" The blind girl asked cautiously.

"No, no, you continue. I just thought of something too happy and couldn't help laughing." Zhu Minglang's face was already full of smiles.

"Oh..." The blind girl mainly couldn't see, otherwise, seeing Zhu Minglang's weird expression, she would definitely think that the other party had some other purpose. They are all serious business here!

Zhu Minglang continued to monitor Zhao Yaoshen.

Swaggering God should be receiving people from Tianji Godland.

That god, who looked like a jade tree facing the wind, was majestic and imposing, with a touch of red cinnabar on his forehead, like a hero from a fairy family, but he drank the foot wine one after another, even though he felt a little nauseous with every sip Feeling, but it's not easy for him to spit it out in front of others' ostentatious hospitality.

This Tianji fairy family hero was smiling while curling his lips secretly.

This wine is really fucking unpalatable, it hits the throat, smells the nose, and feels like it's stirring the stomach.