Chapter 5472??? Was Rescued

Before Jian Wushuang could react, the opponent had already disappeared.

The meaning of these words is already obvious, the other party is not a mortal.

"Magic Sound God General?" Jian Wushuang shook his head, not like!

There were only three people who entered this place. Wanyan and Dongsheng didn't know whether they were in this city or not, so they probably wouldn't pretend to be masters in front of him.

Since they are all here, they should be mortals just like him.

It's not Dongsheng, Wanyan, or the God of Demonic Sound. It seems that there are other people in this place, or they're not people. It's a consciousness left by the existence who created this place in the first place.

Although he didn't know who the other party was, Jian Wushuang couldn't stand that tone.

It's not that he is rebellious and can't listen to others' discipline. Is this kind of trial necessary?

Can you become stronger than anyone who can suffer?

It can only be said that the existence who created this place is small and the pattern is small.

"Go on, I'll starve to death here today, I'll see what you do!" Jian Wushuang secretly made up his mind, he didn't believe that if he starved to death here, he would really fall.

Even if the Demonic Sound God will not take action, the true spirit will save him if he knows.

An ultimate Taoist, a peerless genius who has the hope of reaching the top in the future, starved to death in the mundane world, what kind of thing is this.

thump!

Jian Wushuang found a pleasing threshold and lay down straight up.

"That's it, it's not bad to die here!" Jian Wushuang laughed at himself, and then the hunger hit instantly.

Enduring hunger, Jian Wushuang fell asleep.

Twilight came, and in the dim alley, the cold wind whistled, Jian Wushuang couldn't bear it, and shrank.

I don't know if it's instinct, or my awareness is not firm enough.

call!

Jian Wushuang stood up suddenly.

Is his consciousness not firm enough?

Although he has become a mortal, his consciousness is still there!

Why did he back off.

Thinking of this, he put half of his body across the street again.

Woo!

"Too stunned!" Jian Wushuang shrank his body, 10,000 unwilling in his heart.

When he fell asleep again, his body shrank into a ball, and instinctively arranged the clothes on his body to wrap his body.

Although his stomach was screaming all the time, Jian Wushuang still slept very sweetly, perhaps because he hadn't slept for three days.

I don't know when, Jian Wushuang felt that his mouth was dry and cracked, his throat seemed to be burning with heat, and there was a pungent smell.

A stream of liquid flowed down his throat, and a choking breath woke him up.

Cough cough!

Jian Wushuang coughed violently and opened his eyes weakly.

Everything in front of him has changed. He thought it was back to reality. When he saw the messy clothes on his body, he realized that he was still a beggar.

Turning around and looking around, this is a simple yet cozy house.

"You are too lucky,

Didn't freeze you to death in a snowdrift! "

A woman's voice came, and Jian Wushuang hung his head with difficulty, only to find that there was a young lady behind her. The rouge on her face was heavy, but her facial features were still delicate.

Jian Wushuang's voice was a little exhausted. He didn't think so much now, he just wanted to drink water. Before he could speak, the woman twisted her waist and handed it over with a bowl of water.

Gollum!

He picked up the bowl and took a sip, only to feel that the whole person became refreshed. This was the best water he had ever drank, and it was ten thousand times better than those genius treasures.

Seeing that Jian Wushuang was able to breathe, the woman asked angrily, "Stinky beggar, what's your name?"

After heaving a sigh of relief, Jian Wushuang dragged his body with both hands, leaned on the soft bed, looked at the woman with some bad eyes, and said coldly, "You are not worthy!"

"Hey, you stinky beggar, the old lady saved your life, why are you talking to me? Believe it or not, the old lady threw you out to feed the dog!" The rouge powder and heavy woman said viciously.

Jian Wushuang ignored it, he finally realized now that he was actually afraid of death.

It can't be said that he is afraid of death, but the desire to survive in his heart is too serious, causing him to instinctively not want to die.

"You shouldn't have saved me!" Jian Wushuang's voice softened.

If he left him alone, he would have froze to death tonight.

Now that the chill on his body is gone, in the warm bed, he really wants to go out, and he doesn't even want to move.

After hearing Jian Wushuang's words, the Fengchen woman, who was a little angry, sighed and complained: "You men, every good thing! You should be frozen to death on the street."

"My name is Jian Wushuang, how about you!"

"You can call me Thirteen!"

The two reported their names to each other, and they knew each other.

Afterwards, we chatted one after another. Jian Wushuang also came out of the mundane world. It was not that he didn’t know everything.

Her background was not good. Her parents left when she was young, and she was sold to Cuixianglou in the west of the city by her own uncle.

And this yard used to be her home. After she entered the brothel and made money, she bought it.

She usually doesn't come back, but today she happened to have something that shouldn't come. She took advantage of the rest to return here and met Jian Wushuang.

The world is impermanent, and it is such a coincidence that Jian Wushuang, who was about to freeze to death, was saved.

"What did you just give me a drink?" Jian Wushuang asked curiously.

Thirteen Niang was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Of course it's wine, without that sip of wine, you would have been frozen to death."

"Then, what else?" Jian Wushuang swallowed.

The stomach growled in disgust.

"You look like a beggar, but your speech is a bit different, more like a scholar, how could you be like this!" Thirteen Niang handed the jug on the table to Jian Wushuang, and by the way Throwing a roasted sweet potato over.

Jian Wushuang took a sip of rough spirits, picked up the slightly hot sweet potato and nibbled it up. After hearing what Thirteen Niang said, he said vaguely, "You are so accurate!"

He really wasn't a beggar before, and if he revealed his previous identity, I'm afraid the other party would think his mind was frozen.

In this mundane world, there is no such thing as a practitioner at all.

A piece of sweet potato was eaten, and finally the little goblin in the stomach was restrained.

After filling his stomach and lying down on the warm kang, Jian Wushuang felt that he was too happy. Thinking back to the mutton soup during the day, he couldn't help but slap his mouth.

"Tell me, look, your little face doesn't look like a child from a poor family, how can you be like this today!" Thirteen Niang was very curious, the fire of women's gossip will not go out once it gets up.

Jian Wushuang held his head in both hands, looked at the beams of the house, and said to himself, "I, it's really hard to say!"

I don't know where to say it, are you talking about the Qishen Temple?

It's too outrageous. Introducing Qishen Temple to a mortal is like talking about a book from heaven.

Things in the mundane world have to be one's own experience, and some really say it.

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