He casually took out an ordinary gourd, filled it with wine and took a sip. His lips and teeth immediately felt fragrant, and he couldn't help but have endless aftertaste.

Ren Qing lamented endlessly. The Dameng Liquor Shop had drinks that could replace the drunken life and dream of death, but now he could not return to Abi Hell.

"well……"

"I don't know if there are any monks in Jingzhou. Otherwise, we could open a ghost market and cut twice the amount of leeks..."

Ren Qing revealed three dream seeds on his fingertips, then took them back after a moment.

After the Dark Nightmare suppressed the three-inch world, the core spells were related to the secondary spells, and the dream-seed magic weapon gained some magical effects like the soul butterfly.

He can use the Dream Seed Magical Artifact to open a smaller ghost market.

But having said that, it is better to say that the Dream Seed of Heaven is easier to say. I don’t know what kind of ghost market the two Dream Seed magic weapons, Xinhuo and Tianmo, turned into.

Ren Qing walked quickly toward the official road with the sleeping Tian A in his arms, sipping wine from time to time and collecting some uncommon animals and plants.

After he entered the officialdom, many people appeared one after another.

Ren Qing seemed to be walking with his head down, but his ghost swept across everyone around him, especially those who walked out of Qingyan Town.

And listen carefully to the conversation.

Passers-by said there was a lot of trouble in Qingyan Town, but there were no large-scale casualties.

He didn't have any hope at all. After all, he had spent time checking hundreds of thousands of people, but he didn't expect to gain anything soon.

The motorcade passed by Ren Qing.

Captain Zhao looked at Ren Qing for a few times and shook his head secretly.

Although Ren Qing was dressed like a Jianghu man, his clothes were not muddy at all, and even his cloth shoes were as clean as new.

He must be some kind of young man...

Forget it, you don't have time to worry about this. Send Miss Sun to Jingzhou City first, don't die on the way.

Ren Qing narrowed his eyes.

From the corner of his eye, he looked towards the middle of the convoy, where there was a solid carriage.

A strange disease...or some kind of alienation?

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