Feng Qingcheng smiled indifferently, squatted down beside him, smiling charmingly: "But... this time it is just a root of your illness, but it cannot be eradicated. If you want to eradicate the root, you have to pay a little price..."

The soft and boneless fingers slowly raised up, causing the man to yell and hide back like a ghost.

"No, girl, I know I'm wrong... You have a lot of them, don't be as good as me..."

"Wrong?" Feng Qingcheng turned his head with a deep smile and looked at the pale little old man behind him: "Where do you start this?"

The little old man's face turned cold and he quickly sternly said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm talking nonsense?" The person on the ground suddenly looked dark, and he stood up suddenly, without any dragging on the mud, and was in great health.

He took a step forward, pointed to the old man's nose and said, "It's true that you are standing there watching a show and don't worry about anything. I will bear the beaten and anger alone... When the money is collected, you will still share it with me. Why?"

As soon as this said, Cai **** understood immediately. Without waiting for Feng Qingcheng to speak, he jumped up quickly and shouted: "Okay, what are you actually playing with immortals for me... Let me blackmail me together. I tell you, if I don't tear you today, I will not open a wine shop here..."

While shouting indignation, she jumped up and rushed to the old man, grabbing his hair with both hands and not letting go.

"Okay, you old guy, you dare to blackmail me my money. You don't even ask. Can you blackmail me just by yourself? I've been here for more than ten years, who dares to bully me like this..."

The little old man turned his body and slipped out of Cai ****'s hand like a loach: "I think you are a ****, so I won't care about you so much. Don't bite Lu Dongbin..."

Feng Qingcheng's eyes suddenly shrank. The little old man who looked unsurprisingly was actually slippery like a loach. And just now she could see clearly that his pace was not rough, but his footwork that could attack and retreat or defend.

"It seems that your martial arts are not weak..."

The old man carried his medicine box and twisted his head, and he had already penetrated into the crowd.

Feng Qingcheng frowned, suddenly followed, reached out and grabbed him. The little old man seemed to be hind, and his shoulders shook, allowing Feng Qingcheng to grab his medicine box, throw it down like a pawn and cart, and slipped out of the crowd.

Mu Chenxiao looked at the disappearing back thoughtfully, raised his hand to stop Feng Qingcheng: "Girl, don't chase the enemy."

Feng Qingcheng dodged past his arm and said coldly: "I must catch this person..."

Looking at her back chasing, Mu Chenxiao's eyebrows suddenly frowned slightly, and his figure shook, but he followed him.

The little old man was as if he had oil on his feet, and he slipped away very smoothly. Even though Feng Qingcheng was only able to keep a certain distance from him and failed to catch up with him.

It was not until he chased out of the city gate that the old man crawled into a small forest, and Feng Qingcheng behind him stopped abruptly.

The trees in front of them are swaying, as if branches and leaves are rubbing against each other, and as if figures are flashing quickly.

Mu Chenxiao stood by her silently and ghostly, with a calm expression: "The girl is really skillful and brave... Don't you know the reason why the enemy is not chasing?"
Chapter completed!