As the saying goes, the longest night will finally usher in dawn. The extremely deep morning of the Tiger Pattern City finally showed the first ray of light in the east.

Under the hazy morning light, the heavy rain is still majestic, and these emotionsless rain is like this high heavenly way, looking down at the life and death of all beings, sadness and joy.

The heavy rain can quickly wash away the dazzling blood, but some memories and hatred can accompany the creatures for a lifetime, day and night, torture the tormented souls at all times.

In the early morning of the rain, the light was faint. The gate of the two-character plaque in the east of the tiger-patterned city slowly opened, and then Li Zeng, who was not burly in it.

But what makes people feel strange is that today's middle-aged monk changed into a brand new monk's robe, and his originally unshaven beard was shaved cleanly. He even tidied up his hair, making his whole body look refreshing.

In fact, if you look closely, Li Zeng's appearance is extremely outstanding, especially his deep eyes, which seemed to be opening his mouth and telling the once unknown story.

Under the eaves of the clinic, Li Zeng narrowed his eyes. After standing for a while, he waved his hand and took off the guise with big words beside him, threw it aside casually, took a breath, raised his umbrella, and walked into the street.

"The heaven is above you, you are Li Zeng. After shaving, you can't come out. Why didn't you know that you actually have such a good face!"

Along the way, the monks of Tiger Pattern City who knew Li Zeng showed incredible expressions. Some of the beautifully dressed female cultivators walked up and down to look at Li Zeng, and then repeatedly praised them and continued to speak:

"I can't tell you. You're going to clean up your messy appearance on weekdays, but I can't guarantee that I can still have a fate with you."

The land of Taixuan is a naked prey on the weak, and with countless races, the female cultivator is quite bold.

Then the female cultivator with her eyes turned and stretched out her red lips and licked the corner of her mouth, trying to reach out and grab Li Zeng beside her.

But in the next breath, the middle-aged monk took a step to the side, just avoiding the female cultivator and stretching out his hand, and a faint response came out:

"Your fate cannot be withstand it."

After the words came, Li Zeng continued to step forward, took a few steps, and then appeared directly in the distance of the female cultivator, leaving the latter with a puzzled look and murmured:

"Strange, this Li Zeng is so strange today, unlike in so many years."

The middle-aged monk Li Zeng is indeed very different today. This is not only reflected in his clean face, but also behind him, he is actually carrying a spear, which is more than one person tall, wrapped in a white cloth.

On the rough streets of Tiger Wire City, Li Zeng, who was walking towards the center, seemed to be out of place with the creatures around him and the whole world. He was not in a hurry, but his speed was not slow, so he moved forward firmly.

He crossed the long street and the city hall. Finally, when it was dawn, the middle-aged monk appeared in front of the Crescent Restaurant in Tiger Pattern City.

After Li Zeng stood firm, a young voice came directly to his ears:

"You are fellow Taoist Li Zengli."

As soon as this said, Sima Annan's white-clothed figure appeared at the door of the Crescent Restaurant, waved to Li Zeng, and the voice continued to be heard:

"Follow me, the young master is preparing, you can wait in the backyard for a while."

"Then I'll have some help."

Li Zeng nodded, saluted to the front, and looked at Sima Annan's young and upright back deeply, and followed.

The young man in front of him, who seemed to be shrouded in layers of fog, gave him an indescribable feeling, and this feeling was like facing a vast river, and an inexplicable sense of shock came out.

As he walked, Li Zeng frowned. He seemed to have overlooked a detail. As he was thinking about it, a message suddenly emerged, which shocked the middle-aged monk.

They were a pair of dark eyes.

The next breath, Li Zeng suddenly looked up and continued to stare at Sima Annan's white-clothed back in front of him. An incredible thought emerged in his heart.

"Human race?"

He was not sure if the eyes he had just seen were pitch black, so he took a breath and continued to hold his breath and concentrate, following Sima Annan, and turned a path next to the exterior wall of the Crescent Restaurant.

The heavy rain above the sky showed no sign of weakening. The crackling sound of the rain hitting the umbrella sounded like the deafening drums before some people sounded like soldiers going to war.

At least for Li Zeng, who was determined to take revenge, the evil intention of the former that was pressing on the deepest part of his heart slightly emerged.

"Fellow Daoist Li, you have evil spirits."

The sound from Sima Annan from the front made Li Zeng feel tremble. Then the latter gradually calmed down and was just aroused by the sound of raindrops, and he responded:

"Do not blame me. I haven't taken action in this tiger pattern city for nearly ten years. When I think of leading the way into the foggy mountain sea, Sleeping Tiger Gorge Ridge, I suddenly feel a little excited."

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Li was once a person with extraordinary cultivation. This time he went south to cross the Xialing, and he was in trouble."

Sima Annan's young voice fell, and the middle-aged monk Li Zeng said seriously:

"Since you have received the reward, I should do my best."

"Actually, our young master is very interested in fellow Daoist Li."

Sima Annan's smile came down, and Li Zeng's eyes showed doubt, but after a few breaths, the backyard gate of the Crescent Restaurant appeared directly in front of the two.

"Fellow Daoist, please!"

Sima Annan raised his hand and led it to the backyard one by one. Within the sight of it, there was a huge carriage, and a four-hoofed beast covered with dazzling blue and golden scales and sharp dragon horns soaring into the sky.

It was the mount of Emperor Fuyao, who had lived a carefree and unrestrained life for several years, and the dragon-shing horse Xiaohuang!

The rain that kept falling in the sky poured on Xiao Huang's mighty and upright body, reflecting an amazing golden glow. At the same time, a noble aura came towards Li Zeng outside the door.

"What a handsome strange beast. Looking at the dragon horns above its head and the scales on its body, there should be deep dragon veins flowing inside its body!"

The middle-aged monk staring at Xiao Huang subconsciously opened his mouth and exclaimed. It is true that after so many years of growth, Xiao Huang has not yet discussed his strength. He is convenient to show off and is definitely eye-catching.

In the courtyard, Xiao Huang, who was standing in the rain, was slightly listless because she got up too early, shook her head, raised her head and sniffed, and suddenly felt a gaze that was staring from the front.

Then Xiao Huang frowned and turned to glance at the middle-aged monk Li Zeng in the direction of the door.

The eyes of a man and a beast are directly intertwined.
Chapter completed!