"It can't be used...at least, it can't be used in front of these people." Suning thought.

He didn't notice that the Qingyi Taoist Luoyi next to him also raised her ears with a "slap" at this moment... Is her mental attack?... Her black eyes turned.

At this moment, suddenly, a riot occurred on the street in the distance, and everyone subconsciously hid in a nearby alley.

Soon, a large group of Tang Dynasty officers and soldiers wearing cotton clothes and holding sharp edges whistled by, adding some disharmonious and solemn death to this festive festival.

"It's Jinwu Guard!"

"what happened?"

"Precaution against thieves. During the Shangyuan Festival, Chang'an has three religions and all races gathered in all cities and tribes, and there may be trouble. Jinwu Guards must take strict precautions."

"I heard that I want to catch a group of foreigners."

On the street, civilians dressed in ancient costumes were talking. In the alley, Suning's expression changed slightly. He looked at Kang Jing, and hundreds of other gazes were shining, gathering the black-faced man.

I remembered his "thinking from the perspective of others".

Kang Jing was calm and composed.

"They are not looking for us, are they?" Zhao Xiaoqi muttered.

Suning took a breath and said, "It seems that we have to change our clothes first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps coming from outside the alley. Then, a civilian led a team of heavy armored soldiers to come:

"It's them! They're wearing weird gray robes!"

Both sides looked at each other.

Rush... The sword was unsheathed, and the head of Jinwu Guard shouted:
Chapter completed!