Urban Witcher

The tents were set up, and because it was cold, several fires were lit on the edge of the camp, and all the people gathered around the fires in small groups to keep warm.

Ye Xiaomu and the others didn't join them because they didn't fit in with the group. They lit a fire in a remote place and got together. Cao Weibo took out the mutton bought on bamboo sticks during the day and roasted them. He even brought a simple There are seasonings such as cumin and monosodium glutamate in the oven, with a cigarette in his mouth, and he sings while grilling meat. He looks like the owner of a barbecue shop.

The rich smell of meat spread around, everyone could smell it, but they pretended not to see them.

Because the big guys in the team didn't move, and they looked at Ye Xiaomu and the others with disdain in their eyes, those who can get mixed up to join these two core teams, even the service personnel, are all clear-headed people who know how to read words and expressions, and see how many people they see. If a big guy behaves like this, he will naturally not do anything that disgusts them. Isn't it just a barbecue, um...just swallow your mouth water.

So for a while, the camp was filled with the sound of swallowing saliva. In the end, even a few bosses were drooling while eating vacuum-packed instant food products.

After the meat was roasted, Su Yan invited Yuan Xi to come over to eat together. Yuan Xi came generously, and even called a few people, all of whom were of the highest quality. face of the boss.

After eating, it was still too early to go to bed, so everyone was chatting, and many people were talking.

The bonfire where Qiufeng was was gathered a group of disciples from the Three Realms Alliance. He himself was breathing and recuperating, and a few guys beside him were chatting, and they talked about the Blood Witch. Family grievances, Ye Xiaomu and others are not familiar with these, they listened quietly one by one, and finally they talked about the family of the great witch, and called Su Xiangyu over to ask her about the family.

"I heard that your witch spirit believer is only in her thirties, she is very beautiful, isn't she?" a guy asked.

Su Xiangyu glanced at him, and said: "Mr. Saintess has already surpassed this concept, well, it doesn't matter if she is beautiful or not, but she is indeed a beauty."

"I heard that she had a relationship with Ye Shaoyang back then. I don't know if it's true or not?" Another mage asked, and then quickly waved his hands, "I'm not spying on gossip, you can pretend that I didn't ask."

Su Xiangyu said: "It's nothing. Their affairs have been made public before. In the battle of the Three Realms, our Dawuxian family is also the main force. As for the relationship between the two of them... I don't know, our family generally doesn't talk about it. "

Another mage next to him said: "You may not like to hear something. Your witch spirit girl may have been used by Ye Shaoyang."

After hearing this, Su Xiangyu said unhappily: "I haven't met Ye Shaoyang, but it's best not to say such things."

The sorcerer spread his hands and said, "I'm not targeting you guys. Think about it. What did Ye Shaoyang do back then? He didn't ask a large group of people for help. His ghost hunting alliance, Daofeng and Nausicaac, and King Zhongshan did the same." The same goes for the Mermaid Princess, and those girls who contributed money and efforts to help others, but in the end, Ye Shaoyang took all the credit for it."

Qiu Feng was spitting out, listening to this, he glanced at him and said: "Don't talk too much."

The sorcerer shrugged his shoulders, lowered his voice, and said: "It's true, I've always been displeased with those who advocate how powerful Ye Shaoyang is, it's obviously the credit of everyone..."

He didn't speak, but a voice suddenly sounded: "Wang Wei, have you ever thought about it, since these people are so good, they can be independent, why do they all follow Ye Shaoyang? Why are they so good to him?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, looking at the speaker, it was Wang Xiaobao who was sitting next to Ye Xiaomu. He fiddled with the campfire with a branch and said calmly.

He had seen the sorcerer who spoke during the trial before, and knew that his name was Wang Wei, and his strength was not bad, and he was one of Qiufeng's followers. He has always had his eyes high above the top, and he has a dog-legged posture. He looks down on all mages who are not as powerful and in status as he is.

Chen Xiaoxu also heard Wang Wei's words. He knew Ye Shaoyang's strength better than Wang Xiaobao. After hearing Wang Wei's words, he just found it ridiculous, but his character would not argue with others.

"Yo, it's you." Wang Wei looked at Wang Xiaobao from a distance, and didn't dare to speak too strangely for a while. He didn't know Wang Xiaobao's background, but he knew that he was very powerful and a master. After thinking for a while, he said, "So I said, Ye Shaoyang has the means to win people's hearts and make a group of people willing to work for him."

"So you think Ye Shaoyang is not strong enough?"

Wang Wei spread his hands and said, "It's definitely better than me, but it's definitely not as exaggerated as the legends, and it may not be better than the Yuanda Judgment."

Yuan Xi frowned when she heard that, he was very smart, and deliberately brought up the topic on Yuan Chen, Wang Xiaobao was sitting next to her now, so it was not easy to slander Yuan Chen, so he replied coldly: "You only talk about yourself, don't Pull others."

Wang Xiaobao took a look at Yuan Xi, and said to Wang Wei: "Just because you haven't seen it, it's not good to jump to conclusions like this."

"Because I haven't seen it before. Why are there so many legends about those strong men in ancient times, all of them are invincible like immortals? Isn't it the result of worship by later generations? Today, I'm afraid it will disappear from everyone."

"Well, you're right."

Wang Xiaobao suddenly felt that there was no point in arguing with him. Wang Wei's point of view was flattering: he was evaluating a person from the past, unless Ye Shaoyang stood in front of him and used his strength to justify his name, otherwise what others said would be useless.

Seeing him like this, Wang Wei didn't pursue him, but felt that he had won. He stood up and stretched happily. Suddenly, he felt as if he had been bitten by a fly or other mosquito on his neck. , did not take it seriously.

He sat down again, picked up the beer and drank it. At this time, something was wrong, and the place where the "fly" had been stung began to itch, and it became more and more itchy.

He stretched out his hands to scratch, but the itchy part was inside the neck, and this kind of scratching was useless.

"Grass!"

The itching deepened, and soon became unbearable. Wang Wei scratched hard, and then it became picky. Later, he couldn't even sit still. He lay on the ground and scratched hard with both hands, and groaned in pain.

Finally rolled all over the floor.

It only took 20 seconds from the itching at the beginning to this stage, which is simply jaw-dropping. Everyone gathered around for a while, but no one knew what to do.

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