The daughter of space rebirth

Chapter 72 Where Is He?

There are eighteen cities in the Demon Realm, and Red Hell City is the weakest of the eighteen cities, and it is also the city with the most chaotic order.

On this day, two delicate and handsome teenagers came to Red Prison City.

A boy holds a white fox in his hands.

The two are like masters who go out to play and are ignorant of the world.

The moment they entered the city, there were all kinds of malicious voices falling on the two of them.

Moxiu's Taoism has always been reckless, and if he sees something, he just grabs it back.

Apparently, the handsome looks of these two teenagers attracted many people's attention.

However, they didn't act rashly. Reckless behavior doesn't mean they are stupid. They have to find out before they can do it. Otherwise, it will be troublesome to provoke someone who can't afford it.

Afterwards, they couldn't help but be thankful that they didn't rush out in a daze.

Because of such an undisguised evil gaze, the two teenagers were obviously displeased.

One of the teenagers snorted in displeasure immediately, and scanned the circle with powerful pressure in his eyes.

Immediately, those greedy, lustful and other kinds of eyes all converged.

That coercion is the unique coercion of the cultivators who transform the gods. These two are obviously stubborn and cannot be offended.

Looking at his appearance, this young man is Yinshan who has disguised his hair color and eye color, and the other young man holding a white fox, needless to say, must be Rong Hua.

Rong Hua's gaze also swept away, and he pointed casually: "You, come here."

Nested in the corner, the young man in shabby but clean clothes, with scars on his face and cold eyes like ice was stunned, stood up slowly and walked over.

"Young master, what's the matter with you?" The young man in shabby clothes was tall and straight, with a straight back, like a pine tree on the edge of a cliff that never bends.

The corners of Rong Hua's lips curled slightly: "Do you know this Red Prison City?"

The gazes of other people were either greedy, obsessed, or possessive... None of them made Ronghua feel comfortable. On the contrary, although the eyes of this young man who had ruined his appearance were as cold as a millennium's ice, there was nothing that made her feel uncomfortable. something to come.

As for what he thinks in his heart, Rong Hua thinks that she doesn't care about it, as long as she doesn't show an expression that makes her look uncomfortable.

"What do you want to know, my lord?" The boy asked back, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, maybe this is his chance...

Seeing the young man's appearance, Yinshan was inexplicably upset, and told him intuitively that the young man should be plotting against him and Ronghua in his heart, so Yinshan folded his arms around his chest and sneered: "I seem very confident after listening to you, why, do we want to ask Can you answer anything?"

The young man took a look at Yinshan, his appearance was exquisite and delicate, his temperament was noble and elegant, his chin was raised slightly, his eyes were disdainful, and there was a three-pointed smile on his lips...

The boy remembered that he used to have the capital to show such a look to others, but then... the boy's eyes dimmed.

The corners of the young man's lips curled slightly, revealing a smile, but it looked a little scary on his scarred face: "Of course it's impossible to ask anything, I'm just a little beggar, how can I know everything?" Woolen cloth."

Yin Shan curled her lips, and was about to say something, but Rong Hua spoke first: "Please take us to the best inn in the city, and by the way, tell me about the power distribution in this city, thank you."

"Ten low-grade spirit stones." The young man glanced at Rong Hua, his eyes flickering slightly.

What kind of cultivation Rong Hua is, the youngster whose cultivation has been abolished can't tell at all. To be precise, in this Xuantian Continent, as long as Rong Hua thinks about it, no one can see her true cultivation.

But I also want to know that someone who is able to intersect with a cultivator who transforms the gods and who clearly occupies the dominant position must not be lowered.

The young man doesn't believe that Rong Hua can't see that his cultivation base has been abolished, he is already a waste, and it is not worth looking back at Rong Hua, a strong man, but Rong Hua is so polite to him as a waste... let alone a reckless demon cultivator , Even Xianxiu, who has always liked superficial skills, is rare, right?
"Yes." Rong Hua nodded slightly, she spent more than ten low-grade spirit stones in the upper room of the inn for one night.

As soon as the two of them reached an agreement, someone came out to grab a 'business' with the young man, "Hey, young master, I can also guide you and tell you about the basic situation in this city, as long as you have seven low-grade spirit stones."

"I can also say, I don't want too much, young master, just six. I definitely know more than this kid."

"Yeah, I can as long as five..."

The crowd instantly overwhelmed Rong Hua, pushing Yin Shan and the boy aside.

They are all the lowest-level existences in the city, with low cultivation bases, and can't earn any spirit stones. If you lead a way and talk about the distribution of power, you can get ten low-grade spirit stones. For them, this is definitely a windfall. .

Rong Hua in the crowd couldn't help frowning slightly.

The eyes of the teenagers outside the crowd were instantly cold.

Yinshan's face was pitch black, and the pressure was raging: "Get lost!"

The seventh-level coercion formed an air wave, bypassing Ronghua and sweeping away. In an instant, all the low-level demon cultivators who were surrounding Ronghua just now were swept away, and fell heavily to the ground, spurting a mouthful of blood.

But although it looked like he vomited blood, it was actually a minor injury, the kind that could be healed after a circle of spiritual energy.

Yin Shan's gloomy gaze swept across the people lying on the ground, and those who were moaning and mourning on the ground froze for an instant, not daring to make a sound.

No one came out to do business for these things, and the guys who were injured were all indifferent and watched with cold eyes.

In the world where the strong are respected, the fist of the strong is the truth.

If you dare to entangle yourself, you must have the consciousness of being beaten to death.

For a moment, Rong Hua, who immediately realized that the crowd who had just entangled him had all flown away, looked at Yinshan with a look of helplessness in his eyes.

Yinshan smiled flatteringly at Ronghua: "You can't be angry, who asked them to suddenly surround me and push me aside."

Rong Hua didn't blame him either, but shook his head: "Okay, I didn't say I was angry with you, let's go to the inn first."

It's good not to get angry, Yinshan nodded hastily, and glared at the young man who was silent and pretending to be in the background: "What are you waiting for? Go ahead and lead the way."

Yinshan's tone was harsh, but the innocent young man lying on the gun led the way obediently.

……

In the hotel box.

"...The five major forces in Red Prison City, the City Lord's Mansion, the Wang Family, the Ma Family, the Original Evil Gang, and the Qianhua Pavilion stand side by side, and there are countless other small and medium-sized forces, forming a criss-crossing network in the Red Prison City."

"The rise and fall of small and medium-sized forces, as long as the five major forces are not involved, they will not care, but if they are involved, the five major forces will usually share the same hatred..."

"There is one Ningying Dzogchen monk in the City Lord's Mansion, one Ningying late-stage monk, two Ningying middle-stage monks, three Ningying early-stage monks, dozens of Ningdan monks, hundreds of Bigu monks, and thousands of monks below Bigu."

"The remaining four major forces each have two late-stage monks, two mid-stage monks, three early-stage monks, dozens of alchemy monks, hundreds of Bigu monks, and thousands of monks below Bigu."

"It can be said that the reason why the City Lord's Mansion can hold down the other four major forces is because of the monk Ningying Dzogchen..."

The young man talked for more than two hours, not only about the distribution of forces in Red Prison City, but also some secrets of the various forces in Red Prison City.

After finishing speaking, the young man paused, then suddenly knelt down on one knee, wiped the wristband on his right wrist, and a cold jade box appeared in his hand.

The young man held up the wooden box with both hands, and looked at Rong Hua seriously: "My lord, I would like to swear an oath to be loyal to you for the rest of my life."

He looked at the jade box in his hand, and there was a flash of reluctance in his eyes: "This is the treasure inherited in my family, the blood essence of the legendary nine-tailed sky fox... I am willing to dedicate it to you."

Yin Shan stared at Rong Hua, trying her best to suppress the urge to do something.

Surprise flashed in Rong Hua's eyes, he glanced at Jun Lin without a trace, raised his eyebrows slightly, and twirled his fingers on the teacup: "Then what are you asking for?"

The young man's eyes suddenly turned cold, his hatred permeated layer upon layer, and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Revenge! Revenge!"

The corner of Ronghua's lips curled into a smile that was not a smile: "Are you so sure that I can help you?"

The young man was silent, showing a wry smile: "I'm not sure, although my intuition told me that you would be my hope for revenge and the greatest opportunity in my life, but in the past few years, my intuition might not have been right at all! "

"Or, my intuition has always been a good and not a bad spirit, and even if my intuition tells me that it is a good thing, as soon as I encounter it, it can immediately become a bad thing..."

The corners of Yinshan's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help feeling sympathetic when she looked at the young man.

The young man paused, lowered his eyes slightly: "Over time, I've always gone against my intuition, but this time, I want to take a gamble. Anyway, I'm already like this, and there's nothing I can't lose .”

He looked up at Rong Hua with sincere and stubborn eyes: "Master, as long as you give me a hand and give me a chance to take revenge, I will repay you with my life!"

Rong Hua lowered his eyes slightly, and didn't say yes or no, the atmosphere fell into silence for a while.

The young man's face remained unchanged, but his heart became uneasy with time.

"Get up." After a long time, Rong Hua said lightly.

Hearing this, the young man thought that Rong Hua was not willing to help him, his eyes dimmed instantly, showing a faint look of despair, but he still wanted to fight for it: "My lord, I..."

Rong Hua sighed softly: "I didn't say I wouldn't help you, you have to tell me what's going on, right?"

The young man was startled, surprise flashed in his eyes, he didn't stand up, just knelt down and spoke.

A look of helplessness flashed in Rong Hua's eyes.

"My surname is Gongsun, and Gongsun Hao is my first name. I am fifteen years old. I am the young master of the Gongsun family, a well-known weapon refining family in the devil's way... One night three years ago, a group of people dressed in black with their faces covered Mahayana monks broke into Gongsun’s house and massacred them.”

The boy's eyes were in a trance, as if he had returned to that night.

On a cold moonlit night, Gongsun Hao's father, Gongsun Run, the patriarch of the Gongsun family, led the disciples of the Gongsun family to confront a group of men in black.

Gongsun Run's eyes were serious, and his tone was respectful: "I don't know why you come to my Gongsun's house, seniors?"

"Where is he?" The leading man in black had a cold voice.

(End of this chapter)