Yuan Duxiu sighed softly, stood up and pulled out the half-burned "Shen Shenxiang" and threw it into Qiankun bag, similar to the wine and food on the table.

He will leave these for his younger brother.

My younger brother’s peerless talent is comparable to the ancient Saint Emperor Tianzun. It is much stronger than all the true disciples in this Wanfa Tower, but the resources are just not keeping up.

Even Mu Longcheng didn’t know that Yuan Duxiu took this path and there were reasons for this.

Of course, more importantly, Mu Longcheng never thought that Yuan Duxiu was so moved to such a shocking point...

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Tianjiao City.

Located in the center of Tianding Kingdom, it is known as the Erdu together with Dingtian City, but its prosperity is far better than Dingtian City.

Whether it is population or other.

Tianjiao City covers a huge area and will be expanded every hundred years. Today, when Emperor Ding established his capital for thousands of years, it has been expanded nine times.

The entire Tianjiao City is divided into nine urban areas and is called "Tianjiao Nine City".

The closer you get to the center, the closer you get to the imperial city.

Tianjiao Jiucheng District, in a quiet alley, a clinic opened without anyone's attention.

This alley is said to be quiet, but in fact it is remote. In addition, the residents of the clinic and nearby trust the time-honored brands more.

In such a place, opening such an inappropriate clinic is obvious.

Of course, it won't attract anyone's attention.

In the front hall of the clinic, a burly and sturdy man lay on the counter, staring blankly at the alley, as if he was curious why no one came to see the doctor.

Of course, it is more likely that he is in a daze.

In the backyard of the clinic, in the small courtyard that was cut separately, under an old tree with all its branches and leaves.

Peng Shiliu stared at the wine and food in front of him, and felt like he was dreaming for a moment.

After several months, his injuries were naturally cured, but even so, his shackles were untied, but he did not dare to escape.

Nothing else, An Qisheng was also looking at him faintly from the table of wine and food.

"Yuanyang Dao, brother."

Peng Shiliu's throat was squirming, and he felt that the calm staring of the person in front of him was even more terrifying than the overwhelming star whip.

But at the same time, he had an extremely strange idea in his mind.

This Yuanyang Taoist seems to be looking at himself, but in fact, he doesn't know that he is looking at himself, but is looking at another person.

"Sit down."

An Qisheng pinched the wine glass, and a glass of precious and unusual fine wine was sprinkled on the ground, and the wine was filled with fragrance.

Peng Shiliu didn't dare not sit, but he was also trembling.

He could feel the murderous intent as vast as mountains and seas under the calm face of the white-haired Taoist.

He will kill himself.

But why did he invite himself to drink?

In the scent of alcohol, An Qisheng's eyes flashed, as if he saw the rebellious old man again:
Chapter completed!