I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

Seven hundred and eleventh chapters looking for people!

After Guo Jing told Kunpeng, he turned to look for the face in his memory, but never saw him again.

Anxiously, he went crazy back and forth among the passing crowd, attracting the attention of merchants and pedestrians.

As a result, his performance was far more attractive than the duel between Mu Nianci and Li Xueshuang in the field. Everyone turned their heads, their eyes moved and followed his running and jumping.

Huang Rong was also looking for the person Kunpeng told her. Like Guo Jing, she couldn’t find this person.

Guo Jing couldn’t find it for a long time, worried that this person had already slipped away. Looking at the streets extending in all directions, there may be more roads beyond the streets. So he immediately used Jin Yan’s trivial work, jumped onto the roof, and looked around.

This is a small country fair. How can you see a few real kung fu masters? Even though the storyteller and performer have told them what is flying over the wall and how to soar through the clouds, they have never seen it in person.

Now suddenly I saw a real person moving from the ground to the roof so quickly, floating back and forth on top of each roof, but he didn’t kick off any tiles, didn’t bring up a piece of thatch, and couldn’t help exclaiming: “Hero!”

Everyone came to the street, following Guo Jing’s transfer and running and tracking, it depends on this live-action version of Monkey King catching the demon.

Huang Rong did not learn from Guo Jing, and her light work was not weaker than his, but she thought that he had attracted everyone’s attention, and the person he was looking for would probably not go far.

She reversed the direction of everyone, using a carefree pace, quickly passed in front of everyone, looking for the person Kunpeng said.

This is a middle-aged man, dressed in ordinary, but far better than the average villager. An important feature of his face is a knife mark on his forehead and a cyan birthmark on his face.

It seems that this person is very easy to find, but Huang Rong has seen almost all the people who ran with Guo Jing on the street, even those sloppy beggars, she did not let go, just can’t find such a person. .

Naturally, Guo Jing didn’t see it, so he jumped between the roofs.

Huang Rong returned to Kunpeng: “Brother, you said this person, why suddenly disappeared?”

Mu Nianci and Li Xueshuang hadn’t practiced for a long time, and gathered around: “Rong’er, who are you looking for?”

She hesitated to speak and stopped, looking at Kunpeng, wondering if she could speak.

Kunpeng didn’t say a word, she smiled: “A noble person who sent money.”

The two women couldn’t figure it out even more. Someone gave them money, so Guo Jing and Huang Rong were attracted to look for it. More importantly, people all over the street were attracted. Isn’t this going against Kun Peng’s saying that wealth is not open?

“Check if there is any in the store, or stay or eat. It’s not on the street anymore,” Kunpeng said.

A word to wake up the person in her dream, Huang Rong suddenly realized, she couldn’t help but smile: “Oh, brother, why didn’t you say it earlier, why am I suddenly so stupid as Junior Brother Stupid.”

Mu Nianci and Li Xueshuang were also amused by her, but she immediately went to the restaurants and inns on both sides of the street.

There are still a few inns in this small market, all because after the Huai River became the border between Song and Jin, the official and private trade between Song and Jin took place near the border. Some business-minded people naturally did not let this go. For the opportunity to make a fortune, an inn was opened to provide convenience for all kinds of people traveling from north to south.

Although this small market cannot attract any merchants, some local wealthy owners also have to follow suit.

Huang Rong quickly entered every inn and looked for it, but still did not find the person Kunpeng said. She couldn’t ask the store, because she was afraid of getting rid of it.

Guo Jing came back frustrated, and said to Kunpeng: “Master, are we still performing arts?”

Mu Nianci said: “Guo Jing, your performance just now is amazing. Now you only need to get a bowl and collect money from those who watched your performance.”

“You can also collect money like this? It turned out to be so simple to perform an art?” He actually believed it and took the bowl to collect the money.

Just as Li Xueshuang wanted to call him back, Kun Peng shook her head, and she quickly stopped her voice.

Guo Jing had heard Li Xueshuang’s cry and turned back quickly: “Mother, what’s the matter?”

Mu Nianci looked at Kunpeng, but shouted to Guo Jing: “It’s okay, you continue.”

He happily went to ask for money from the people who had just been chasing after him doing light work. ,, ..