Let the Villain Go

Blizzard Mercenary Corps was the strongest mercenary team in Spring City.

Although their number wasn’t large, due to the arrogant character of leader Chang General Jiang, they simply occupied a large area of ​​land in the crowded Spring City as the team’s residence.

Spring city lord Huan Shengjie came out of the gate bearing the Blizzard sign angrily. He thought of the maddening appearance of the blizzard group Chang General Jiang who didn’t give him a face.

“Encircle Ye Peitian? The Lord of the City is really courageous. The Holy Blood is great, but it also depends on whether you could live to use it. I dare not try to dream of such a great achievement.”

A while ago General Jiang sat in his lavishly decorated meeting room and put his legs on the wide desk in front of him with no politeness.

The follower who came with Huan Shengjie whispered, “city lord, you don’t have to get mad with General Jiang. He’s just a stupid one who does whatever he want. Now, you hold the ninth-order magic crystal. After passing the stage, you will be the first master of the Spring City. If you can get hands on Holy Blood again, would you even need to look at the face of this kid in future?”

“But if Blizzard doesn’t…” Huan Shengjie stopped and hesitated.

That half-demon was a more terrifying existence than the ninth-order demon. He was afraid that if he wasn’t careful, he would get a bad ending. The whole city had turned into a desert, and no trace of the old days could be seen.

Shenai was also destroyed by this demon, and then it changed from the once-largest group to what it was today.

The subordinates complimented him but his heart was also very clear. Although he and General Jiang were both eighth-order saints, General Jiang’s powerful offensive ability was hardened due to being on the battlefield.

However, he used the power and wealth of the city lord to pile up the ranks with a large number of magic crystals and he didn’t have much left.

For fighting with individual soldiers, even if he successfully reached the ninth-order, he would not be General Jiang’s opponent. Without Blizzard’s help, even if he gathered all the power he could use, he didn’t dare to touch the famous Yellow Sand Emperor.

But at the same time, it was precisely because there was such a strong armed force as the Blizzard Mercenary Corps in the Spring City that gave him a sense of crisis like a man in the back, and he decided to catch Ye Peitian.

“If Blizzard is reluctant to attack, we can invite another person,” the lame man leaned over.

Huan Shengjie’s eyes turned, “I heard that the head of the Qilin mercenary regiment happened to be in the southern capital not far from us. The spiritual master of the ninth order. The city lord can go and invite him.”

“Xin Ziming, would he be willing?”

“I know the head of the group. He is a man who looks at profit. As long as the price is enough, he will pick up whatever the business is.”

“According to my quiet observation over the past few days, that Ye Peitian…”

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Ye Peitian lived in Heijie for a few days and gradually adapted to life there.

On the pavement at the end of the street, he took some hard work and worked hard to earn a few first magic crystals that he usually disdained.

In the evening, the young man took off his iconic mask, held a steaming bun with a paper bag in his hand, and walked slowly in the muddy alley.

The child curled up in the corner had bright eyes. He quickly climbed out of the dark shack and stared at him.

A tall and thin man walked past them without looking at them. Three chubby buns fell on the dirty dress of the children’s mother.

“Thank you, thank you so much. May God bless you,” from behind Ye Peitian came the woman’s choked thanks.

“You’re back. The vegetable porridge is ready,,” the owner of the snack bar saw Ye Peitian approaching and greeted her attentively, handing a jar of packaged food vegetable porridge, with a smile on his face.

He took a magic crystal from Ye Peitian’s hand.

Ye Peitian carried the vegetable porridge in one hand and a paper bag with buns under his arm. Freeing up a hand to help the passing mother Wu drag the scraps that she bought back, he easily lifted the heavy object as high as that hill.

“Thank you child,” her loud voice spread far away.

Ye Peitian raised his head and saw Xiao Chai, who was waiting for him to go back together, standing in front of himself.

He took out the two remaining buns in the paper bag and gave it to him,

This usual noisy little boy was pale. His eyes dodged, and he was uncharacteristically quiet. The fingers on the bun even tremble.

“What’s wrong?” Ye Peitian asked in a deep voice.

He had said very few words. Xiao Chai had lived with him for several days. This was one of the few words Ye Peitian said. If it was usual time, Xiao Chai would have jumped up excitedly and catched up with a lot of words.

But at the moment he lowered his head and stuttered, “No, it’s nothing. I have something to do today, let’s take a small path.”

The two walked side by side in the sparse alley.

There was dripping sewage under the boots, rubbish piled up everywhere on the road, countless mosquitoes buzzing in the air, and the rats suddenly passed under their feet.

The street lamps no longer existed.

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