My fairy beast can't be this cute

Chapter 8 8. Xinhuo City

Inside Xinhuo City
Wang Xiaoer is an ordinary drugstore owner who is somewhat famous, but he thinks his life is still legendary!
At the age of nine, an orphan with barely enough food and clothing led an old man to obtain medical secrets.

At the age of 19, he became famous with his medical secrets and showed his talent for the first time. He was also a well-known doctor in Xinhuo City.

At the age of 29, he fell into the abyss due to greed for the benefits of a cult. Later, he was rescued by the wise and powerful city lord, and he accumulated a lot of money.

At the age of 59, limited by his qualifications, he used the money he saved when he was young to make a living by selling elixirs for a small profit but a quick turnover, and opened a drug store. He was living a prosperous life.

And also raised a high-achieving student of the National Academy who was given the spirit pill to open up and become a warrior.

The small country he lives in is full of monsters and ferocious beasts. Not many elves are willing to live here, making it extremely difficult to become a contractor.

On the contrary, warriors who have gradually become more common over thousands of years have become the mainstream here!

It only takes one Spirit Vein Pill to start practicing.

As the saying goes, "Once a pill of spiritual veins enters my belly, my fate is determined by God!"

This year Wang Xiaoer is over [-] years old. He has seen too many life and death, has also raised outstanding offspring, and has a prosperous life.

Apart from the regret that I had never been outside this huge city in my life, I gradually lost all my desires and desires.

Every day I lie down on the couch in front of the medicine shop, basking in the sun, drinking hot tea and enjoying myself. I feel like I am a fairy, hidden in the city.

Today, as usual, I was lying on the lounge chair at the door, drinking tea and watching the various things going on in the street.

But it was different from others who cheered when they heard that the beast tide was defeated.

His brows were furrowed with an undeniable gloom.

Having lived most of his life with half of his feet in the ground, he will not be fooled by the superficial appearance of things.

"Five or sixty years later, the Nirvana beast will probably come out to cause trouble again!"

Wang Xiaoer sighed secretly and shook his white-haired head.

As an elder who has seen through the world, no worries can affect him for a long time, but there is a glimmer of light in his cloudy eyes.

It seems that something has been decided!
"The flesh and blood are bitter and weak, and the machinery soars!"

"Believe in our Lord, the true god of mechanical master Ultron, and abandon the mortal body to gain eternal life!"

A sunny young man with a handsome appearance and a smile that makes people instantly fall in love with him.

With a slight fanaticism on his face, he showed everyone the mechanical beetle in his hand and guided everyone to join the cult!

"Niu Er, do you believe this? I'm afraid you haven't even seen the face of Ultron!"

At this time, the dark-skinned boy teased him.

Niu Er Yangguang's face was filled with contempt: "Little brat! You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. Didn't your elders teach you that you can insult God?"

The swarthy boy did not change his smile: "You can tell at a glance that this is some kind of evil cult, some nagging wild god!"

After a pause, he then added: "Why don't you come to our side? Are you kidding me?"

Niu Er responded calmly: "Haha! You little brat who has never seen the world! How can you imagine the true God of Ultron?"

Although Tiangong Realm technology is not considered mainstream, it can only be considered as marginal.

However, mobile phones and the like have become popular due to a series of advantages such as convenience, and they are unintentionally blocked by the existence of gods.

A lot of news gradually spread, and even ordinary people in small and remote countries could talk about the rise, fall and destruction of the world.

It's just that there are some words that must be taboo.

...

Wang Xiaoer lay on the rocking chair, drinking tea and watching indifferently.

He also reported it, but for some reason there was no news.

Even now, organizations that are easily known as cults are able to openly and openly promote and attract people.

The dark-skinned boy seemed to have been called a brat, his face turned red and he began to argue with Niu Er.

Seeing the commotion, the crowd around them grew more and more, and there were even many enthusiastic people driven by the so-called righteousness.

Seeing that Niu Er was such a high-profile member of a cult, they all helped the dark-skinned boy to insult Niu Er.

Niu Er didn't panic in the face of the insults and scoldings from everyone, but instead showed his sunny smile.

Talking against the Confucians!

After only a moment, everyone fell silent.

The house was full and no one could match it.

That sunny smile seemed to be sarcastic to everyone in the audience.

The dark-skinned boy with a flushed face had already quietly left.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

"The ravine of desire will not be satisfied by getting it, and the abyss of the cult will only sink deeper and deeper."

Wang Xiaoer, who was lying on the rocking chair, couldn't bear it. He couldn't stand it anymore and said something.

Just like the couplets he wrote at the door of the pharmacy.

I wish I could sweep away the snow in front of my door

I would also like to put medicine on the shelf to produce dust

Horizontal criticism: self-contradiction

Wang Xiaoer didn't want to meddle in other people's business, just look at that awesome guy.

It reminded him of his younger self.

At that time, he had the wise and powerful city lord to rescue him from the abyss and mire.

But now, I don’t know if there is a villain at work, but this mechanical cult is becoming more and more prosperous and even upright in Xinhuo City.

Who can pull this Niu Er out of the quagmire?

Niu Er looked at Wang Xiaoer, his eyes flickered and he said nothing.

And a group of defeated roosters seemed to have found some weakness: "What's wrong! Are you scared?"

"You don't dare to speak out when you see a highly respected person like Master Wang?"...

Niu Er still showed his friendly smile: "Are you a group of unweaned children? What's the point of winning an argument with an old man whose feet are about to be buried?"

Wang Xiaoer didn't say anything else, he just couldn't help it for a moment.

Niu Er's smile faded and his face was serious: "Actually, I'm here to take care of everyone's wool."

"As long as you join the Cult of Mechanicus and recite the teachings every morning, you will get an orange alliance coin."

"And the church is very loose. You only need to receive a necklace to join."

"Scan the QR code to join the group chat. Every morning when you read the teachings on the necklace, someone will send you a red envelope. All other church activities are voluntary for you to participate in!"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. One orange coin was actually not too much, equivalent to the cost of a meal.

But precisely because the money is not much and the credibility is relatively high, for these ordinary people, the temptation of a free meal every day is still very high!
"Believe it or not, places are limited, first come, first served!"

A smile appeared on Niu Er's face again, as if it was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The older people among the crowd rushed to scan the code on the necklaces to join the religion!

"The good-for-nothing evil boy Nangong Qianjun is here!"

I don’t know where I shouted!
"What Nangong Qianjun?"

"Didn't he change his name to Nangong Wugui? It seems that he has no regrets about what he did!"

"What a tiger father and son!"

The dark-skinned young man from before inserted himself into the crowd from nowhere and said angrily.

"Isn't that true? It is said that Nangong Wuhui is an extremely good-for-nothing who took a lot of elixirs and took medicinal baths since he was a child, and he is now a high-level warrior. What a waste!"

"Even his maid Hongyun has reached the mid-level level with his scraps!"

Everyone always pushes against the wall, and a middle-aged man in the crowd echoed the swarthy boy.

Some people in the crowd began to echo the swarthy boy and talk: "There's more! There's more!"

"I heard that Nangong Wuhui is born with a foul odor, and anyone who smells it will be in bad luck!"

"Alas! Nangong City Lord has been wise and brave all his life, with an iron-blooded heart."

"As a strong person in the epic realm, it is not easy for him to have a daughter and a son. The eldest lady is even more beautiful and beautiful, and she is a dragon and a phoenix among people."

"It's a pity that this son is so unsatisfactory! He is so jealous!" A middle-aged man also began to sigh.

"Sister! Aren't you leaving?" the dark-skinned boy said to a middle-aged woman running a stall.

The middle-aged woman chuckled: "Sister, I am so old, what kind of storms have I not seen?"

The swarthy boy smiled obscenely: "It is said that he likes to pull carts!"

When the middle-aged woman heard this, she quickly packed her things and ran away.

"It seems that Nangong Wuhui is as good as Long Yang!" The swarthy boy said to the other young people.

Some of the more courageous young people began to waver after hearing this.

After a while, the streets that were originally crowded with people and traffic were on.

The crowd was not a tenth of its original size.

Because of this, whether it is intentional or deliberate, or even unintentional.

People's words are fearful, and three people become tigers.

Language has always been the most powerful and powerful attack...

At the same time, it may also be the warmest power!
...

In the street, a handsome young man with red lips and white teeth, handsome appearance and a strange smell swaggering about.

Walking towards Wang Xiaoer's medicine shop.

Although Nangong Wuhui was inevitably a little angry when faced with everyone's pointing fingers, he was already used to not arguing with them.

It's just...it's inevitable that I'm still a little disappointed.

Nangong Wuhui shook his head and secretly encouraged himself: "There are people in the world who slander me, bully me, insult me, laugh at me, underestimate me, belittle me, hate me, and lie to me."

"I tolerate him, let him, let him, avoid him, tolerate him, respect him, ignore him, until then..."

"What about those ignorant people?"

Ugh!
Thinking of this, Nangong Wuhui sighed.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, then turned his eyes firm, no longer paying attention to other people's gazes, and walked on by himself!

Suddenly, he saw a handsome young man from Akasugi with a smile on his face and a mechanical beetle in his hand.

There was no negative emotion in his eyes, he was just watching calmly like a passer-by.

Originally, he had some good feelings in his heart.

But I saw the four characters Mechanicum on the Chishan Youth stall.

There was anger in my heart, and blood rushed to my heart.

Are these cult organizations so upright now?

He had cleaned it up several times before, but it was just to deceive people in a sneaky way!

nowadays…

Nangong Wuhui ran up to Niu Er and wanted to punch him, but in the end his fist turned into a palm.

Niu Er's whole body and booth were thrown away.

"What is wrong with you at such a young age! Why should you join the Heavenly Evil God Sect!"

Niu Er was pushed to the ground by Nangong Wuhui and was lifeless, with a smile still on his lips.

For some reason, I was inexplicably touched in my heart for this second young master who had been so blackmailed by "them".

His eyes became deep and he sighed with emotion: "When people are alive, they always have some unrealistic dreams!"

After saying that, Niu Er slowly put away his stall and left.

Nangong Wuhui looked at him with complicated eyes.As his reputation gradually grew, this was one of the few people he met who didn't have any ill feelings towards him, except his family.

Seeing him packing up the stall and leaving in a smart manner, he didn't want to do anything.

"Master Qianjun, the elixir you want is still the same?" Wang Xiaoer asked slowly while lying on the rocking chair!
Nangong Wuhui smiled and replied, "Yeah! Grandpa Xiaoer."

"It's on the counter! I'm old and don't want to move around! Please take it out yourself!"

Wang Xiaoer said casually as if he were treating his friends.

"Mmm Good."

After answering with a smile, Nangong Wuhui took the elixir and prepared to leave.

His handsome face is very beautiful when he smiles, but not many people will put aside their prejudices and look at him squarely.

"Grandpa Xiaoer, the extra money on the counter is a deposit! Next time, if you come again! Then please help me prepare some elixirs such as Jingyanhua, Baiyancao, and Tianshanghong!"

Nangong Wuhui smiled freely and said to Wang Xiaoer.

Then he left the pharmacy calmly and firmly, as if something was waiting for him ahead.

"Jingyanhua, Baiyancao, Tiantianhong, these are the more difficult to refine beauty pills among the mid-level elixirs! Are they made for that woman?"

"It seems that this kid has firmly reached the mid-level cultivator stage!" Wang Xiaoer muttered while lying on the rocking chair.

Ugh!
Then he sighed.

Even though he prides himself on being able to see through the world of mortals, he can't help but feel a little sorry for that young man: "A very good boy, he is also a genius as a trainer."

"It's a pity that Miss Qianyue is criticized for her hard work and talent. The only bad thing is that she acts recklessly and is too arrogant.

"but!"

"Can you still be called a young man without arrogance?"

...

Inside the Lord's Mansion of Xinhuo City

Sword stance!
Selfless style!
Air sword style!
Breaking the void!
Under the sunset, a cold and thin girl in white was practicing swordsmanship.

The long sword is waved, and the gorgeous glow is like a colorful coat draped over his body, and his beautiful figure is like a fairy dancing.

At this moment, there was some confusion on Gujing Muha's face: "Why do you feel that these sword skills are somewhat related?"

The more Nangong Qianye practiced, the more strange it became. This was the sword technique given to him by her sweetheart.

I heard that they were all at the mid-level spiritual level, but their power was much stronger than the mid-level swordsmanship passed down from his family.

"Hey! Sister, are you still practicing your sword?" Nangong Wuhui was immersed in sword practice in Chiye and walked over.

Nangong Qianye ignored him, his face still cold and calm.

Suddenly, the mobile phone on the stone table nearby attracted his attention.

Nangong Wuhui smiled and took a closer look.

Sure enough, the end-of-read message is displayed above!

Big sister: "Little brother! I'm starting to set off! What are you doing!"

At this time, Nangong Wuhui's face showed a mean smile that didn't match his handsome face. He emphasized every word after saying: "Sister! Your big, sister, sister!"

"Ask what are you doing?"

Oh!
Nangong Qianye Wenyan Gujing Wubo's face appeared slightly red, but he continued to practice swordsmanship.

Nangong Wuhui's smile became even meaner: "Except for the beast tide, you have spent more than three hours refining your sword today. It seems that you have already reached the schedule set by someone! You still have to practice at night."

"Hurry up!"

Nangong Qianye took the phone with a calm face when she heard the words.

Jade Zhi typed some words on the screen and deleted them, typed them again, and deleted them again. She sat on the stone bench and held her chin in one hand, seeming to be thinking about something.

It looks very cute.

Nangong Wuhui looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, although she was not a stunning beauty.

But with that soft and stubborn temperament, she looks very charming, no less than her stunning sister.

Somewhat speechless he said: "Put your phone up to the sky, take a picture and send it!"

what?
Nangong Qianye’s pretty face was a little confused.

Nangong Wuhui pretended to be profound: "Looking at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk, I miss you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit!"

Nangong Qianye's beautiful eyes lit up, and she immediately found a good angle to take a photo of the sky.

Looking at the silly sister in front of him, Nangong Wuhui shook his head and turned to leave.

Suddenly, he saw the fire sword that was flickering with faint sparks and seemed to be on the verge of destruction.

A strange color flashed in his eyes, and he hesitated for a moment.

Still stretched out his hand.

"Qianjun! No!"

Nangong Qianye showed a rare anxious look on his face.

Nangong Wuhui paused when he heard the sound, but finally reached out and grabbed the Xinhuo Sword!

Ok?
Nangong Qianye frowned and saw that Nangong had no regrets.

Due to my personality, I didn’t think too much.

Then he picked up the phone and replied to the message with a nonchalant expression.

Nangong Wuhui looked at the Xinhuo Sword in his hand, with relief and satisfaction in his eyes.

Then he ignored the silly sister in front of him and left with satisfaction.

And after Nangong Wuhui left, there was a quiet place to practice.

The screen of the mobile phone reflects a silly face that looks cold at one moment and smiles at the other.

...

Spiritual weapons are made from spiritual objects and are indestructible but indestructible. They have the ability to recover themselves and are the best weapons in the world.

Immortal artifacts have no rank.

Basically, every immortal weapon is like an immortal god and is the top being in its own exclusive field.

Most of them are formed from the source of immortals and gods to nourish the spiritual weapons of life, and they are born with spiritual wisdom and transformed into human forms, which are beyond the scope of weapons.

Has incredible power.

There is a special existence in the spiritual weapon, which is nurtured by a piece of water and soil. It has a trace of the origin of the world and is born with spiritual wisdom.

Once approved.

When you encounter the strong, you become strong, and when you encounter the weak, you become weak. When used by the strong, the power exerted can even be comparable to that of an immortal weapon!

The spiritual weapon has spirit and is a famous weapon!
When Xinhuo City was founded, the meteorite absorbed the wishes of all living beings and created a famous weapon.

Fire Sword!
Those who are not recognized by this world are not qualified to touch it. If they touch it forcefully, they will be burned to ashes!

……

A mature woman in her early twenties with slightly green brows and a graceful figure was smiling all over her face.

Chao Nangong Wuhui said softly: "Master, this month's medicinal bath is ready!"

"Well, Sister Hongyun, thank you!" Nangong Wuhui responded softly.

"This is what a slave should do. Master, let me help you change your clothes first." Hongyundan said softly with her lips moving lightly.

Nangong Wuhui's face turned a little red, and he waved his hands shyly: "No, no need! Sister Hongyun, just go about your business!"

Hongyun covered her mouth with one hand and smiled like a flower: "Okay, our young master is shy!"

"My house is right next door. If you need anything, just call and I'll be here!"

Hongyun walked out of the room gently and closed the door behind her.

The smiling face turned cold.

Complex emotions of sadness, heartache, and worry appeared on his beautiful face.

Nangong Wuhui looked at the medicated bath in front of him, hesitantly took off his clothes quickly, and plunged into it.

As soon as I took a bath, the pain felt like being bitten by thousands of insects all over my body and spread to my body and mind from every corner of my body.

Although Nangong Wuhui had experienced it countless times, the heartbreaking pain still made him tremble all over.

He clenched his hands tightly and gritted his teeth without making a sound.

After a long, long time, the originally green liquid became transparent, and the pain on my body became less severe.

Nangong Wuhui breathed a sigh of relief and stopped tempering his body.

Start to absorb the remaining medicine and practice.

Ah!
A feeling of comfort that rushed directly to his soul made him couldn't help but groan!
Bitter and sweet.

I don’t know where I learned this word, but it has always been deeply engraved in Nangong Wuhui’s mind.

Originally, he could absorb the medicinal liquid and temper his body at the same time without so much pain. Even if he absorbed more, his body could withstand it, and no one would blame him.

But he was still accustomed to gritting his teeth and holding on.

Cultivating a warrior is a comfortable thing, and the ecstatic feeling when spiritual energy enters the body can make many people intoxicated and addicted to it.

There are not a few people who even exceed the training time that their body can withstand in a day, and their muscles and veins swell and their bodies explode to death.

For most warriors, practicing is a matter of enjoyment.

For Nangong Wuhui, it was a kind of torture. He was clearly enjoying himself, but he had to torture himself to temper his body and develop a certain physique!
Hongyun seemed to have tears in the corners of her eyes as she listened to the noise coming from next door.

After a moment, his eyes were firm and he practiced overload within the limits of what his body could bear.

As Nangong Wuhui's personal maid, there are some things that cannot be hidden from him.

Even if it doesn't help.

She has to work hard, even if it can only be a small help...

……

In an abandoned underground mine
The pale black flame burned slowly and crackled in the air.The whole mine seems to be a kind of purgatory!
what!what!what!
A handsome young man from Chishan was rolling and roaring underground.

As he roared, horns slowly grew on his head, his clothes broke and red horns and spikes sprouted from his body, and blood-colored fleshy wings sprouted from his back.

A sharp tail suddenly sprouted out from his butt, and blood-red flames burned on his body, and his whole body was wrapped in it.

This person is Niu Er.

But at this time, he had turned into a ferocious and evil demon.

The only good thing is that the change of skin color on that handsome face adds an evil charm.

Balrog!

A high-level demon in the abyss of another world.

At this time, an unknown creature whose whole body was covered by a pitch-black mecha showed a hint of admiration and smiled evilly: "Jie Jie! Yes, Niu Er, he is indeed the person I like. He can withstand the great power of our clan."

"Come!"

"Say the real name you just got!"

Niu Er stood up with a look of enthusiasm, seeming to be immersed in the power he had just gained.

"Lord, my name is Cassius!"

"Cassius!"

The unknown mecha creature shouted, with unknown magic in its voice.

Niu Er, who had just stood up, fell to the ground and roared and rolled again. This time the level was even more cruel than before!
The mecha creature laughed like an abyss demon: "Jie Jie! Cassius! Remember that your life and death are in my hands. Serve me well in the future, and I will not treat you badly!"

Niu Er said nothing and was still roaring and rolling, but there was a look of ridicule and contempt in his eyes.

Gone in a flash!
(End of this chapter)