I, the cannon fodder female supporting role, what happened to me?

Facing Sheng Xi's confusion, Lu Xiang shook his head: "I don't know, it's not written on the ticket."

Wen Zheming held the promotional brochure of Sun Moon City in his hand and explained: "There is no clear name left. Some people suspect that the sun and moon in the city have nothing to do with the war between the Mahayana monks. It is just the abnormal space here that causes this."

Sheng Xi was a little disappointed, thinking that she could take the opportunity to find out something about her parents.

Yuan Xian said with relief: "The news spread by the outside world may not be true. After entering the city, we can go to the city lord's mansion to ask."

Sometimes, for various reasons, those in power do not reveal the whole truth.

As time goes by, these things become more and more evil as rumors spread and rumors spread.

As a direct descendant of the seven sects, I went to visit the city lord, and I could get some information.

Even if they gain nothing, they have nothing to lose.

Sheng Xi nodded and asked curiously: "Who is the lord of Sun Moon City?"

"Wuya Pavilion."

Not an elder from the Seven Sects?
"Isn't Sun Moon City the sphere of influence of the Seven Sects?" Sheng Xi was surprised.

"Strictly speaking, no. The situation here is similar to that of Fengrao Castle. The entire city is controlled by the Li family of Wuya Pavilion, and the seven sects only have their own rudders for doing business."

"However, if you just go to the City Lord's Mansion to ask for some advice on the history of Sun Moon City, it won't be a big problem. Wuya Pavilion has always been good at dancing, and it will definitely give the Seven Sects this face."

Sheng Xi asked about the situation, lined up, and walked off the spirit boat with the other passengers.

Wuya Pavilion prepared a shuttle bus to take the guests into Sun Moon City, and the terminal was Wu Ya Pavilion's trading firm in Sun Moon City.

However, the shuttle bus stops at any time, making it easier for some monks to get off midway.

Senior brother and sister Sheng Xi bought a package ticket with an exclusive shuttle bus.

The group of people were looking for the corresponding carriage when they suddenly saw a few familiar figures at the platform where the shuttle bus was parked.

Around the tarmac, three men in white were wearing light rail masks, covering their faces.

They were holding swords in one hand and a transparent mirror polished with crystal in the other, through which they were staring warily at the passengers coming and going around the platform.

Suddenly, the leader flew out and stopped a man who had stepped onto the deck of the spirit boat: "Niu Haochun, right?"

The male cultivator at the golden elixir stage who was stopped retorted loudly: "What Niu Haochun? You recognized the wrong person!"

"Don't be nervous, we were sent by Wuya Pavilion to ask you to pay back the money."

The whole body of the Jindan male cultivator became nervous, and he yelled even louder: "I told you that I admitted the wrong person! I don't owe Wuya Pavilion money! I don't owe it!"

He flew up and tried to run away, but was stopped by the man in white.

The golden elixir male cultivator punched with his backhand, and was hit head-on by the flame-filled fist, which was easily dodged by the man in white.

He raised his hand and swung his sword. The long sword was not unsheathed. He only turned a few sword flowers in the air and subdued the person easily.

Two men wearing the same style of white clothes, wearing the same style of light iron masks, holding the same style of long swords and crystal clear mirrors, one on the left and one on the right, came to the golden elixir male cultivator and tied him with a fairy binding lock to prevent him from struggling anymore.

One of them used a crystal hand-held mirror to look at the other person for a moment, and then tore off the magic weapon from the neck of the golden elixir cultivator.

With the failure of the magic weapon, the golden elixir male cultivator changed from a young boy in his early 20s to an unshaven and unkempt uncle.

The man in white compared him with the portrait on the trace paper to confirm that it was correct: "Niu Haochun, it is indeed you."

Niu Haochun was extremely angry: "You lackeys of Wuya Pavilion! They are so rich, why do I owe them some spiritual stones?"

"Why should I pay back the money I borrowed based on my ability?"

"I have no money! I won't pay it back! If you can, beat me to death!"

He kept shouting, which made people's eardrums hurt.

The man in white fed him a pill, and in an instant, outsiders could only see Niu Haochun's distorted face, his mouth opening and closing desperately, but not a word could be heard.

Seeing this scene, the people around them walked away quickly, not wanting to touch Wuya Pavilion's bad luck.

Wen Zheming couldn't help but sigh: "What a powerful mute medicine, it works so quickly." Three men in white caught him, and soon people from Wuya Pavilion came to take Niu Haochun away.

The three of them returned to their posts and continued to look at the passengers coming and going through the water hand mirror, searching for anyone they were looking for among them.

Suddenly, one of them turned the mirror towards them, his face froze, and he subconsciously covered his heart.

His action attracted his companions.

The two of them looked over and were stunned when they saw Sheng Xi and the other six people.

Sheng Xi smiled at them and waved his little hand: "My beloved concubine!"

Lu Jinyan paused and stepped over.

He glanced around nervously, lowered his voice and asked, "How did you recognize it?"

The light iron mask on their face is a high-level magic weapon that can cover their appearance and hide their identity.

But this didn't bother Sheng Xi.

"I recognize your clothes and the Wushuang Sect's sword. Moreover, you all spoke just now, and I also recognize your voices."

The three of them, Lu Jinyan, looked at each other in confusion, thinking that they were well disguised, but they didn't expect that the first acquaintance they met would recognize them.

"What are you doing? Are you working? How many spirit stones per day?" Xiao Liluo looked at them with shining eyes, eager to join them right there.

The surrounding passengers had either taken the shuttle bus or boarded the spirit boat, and there were no outsiders near the platform.

The work of Lu Jinyan and the other two people also came to an end, and he said with some embarrassment: "There is no spirit stone, this is a sect task."

Yan Che was surprised: "Your sect's mission also includes being a thug to help people collect debts?"

Xia Mingshan wanted to cover his mouth on the spot: "Little ancestor, please speak softly! Can you say this loudly?"

Yan Che didn't understand: "Why not?"

Chai Wei silently uttered two words: "Shame on you."

Yan Che still doesn't understand: "It is natural to pay back debts. If you don't pay back your debts, you will come to collect debts. Isn't this normal? What are you afraid of?"

Chai Wei didn't know how to explain it for a moment and looked at Xia Mingshan silently.

Xia Mingshan felt that Yan Che was right, but he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

However, Sheng Xi could understand their mood better.

It's just that I feel that it is not decent to come to collect debts and it will damage the image of a disciple of the Wushuang clan.

She just wondered.

The Wushuang Sect is not as short of money as before, so why do they still accept such a job that they feel is losing face?
This is not like the behavior of Immortal Lord Ling Feng or Brother Lu Jinyan.

Even asking Brother Lu Jinyan to do such a thing, Sheng Xi felt it was a waste.

"Can't their Wuya Pavilion support thugs? Why do they have to come to you for this?"

Lu Jinyan said silently: "We are just thugs raised by Wuya Pavilion, we are cheap and easy to use."

The last four words he said were particularly sad and angry.

This time it was Xiao Liluo's turn to be confused: "How cheap is it? A spiritual stone is also love."

Lu Jinyan was silent for a moment, and his voice became even more sad and angry: "We don't even have a single spiritual stone. We had to raise our own money to buy the mask to hide our identity."

Taking a loan to work is an uproar.

Xiao Liluo quickly retracted his feet that were already heading toward them.

He had to stay away from poor people to avoid being infected by them. (End of chapter)