The word "demon" fell, and before Lin Xun could think carefully, a noise came into his ears.

Lin Xun turned around with a strange look.

The yellow sand is everywhere outside the low wall, and the demonic aura is so strong, but the inside of the low wall is completely different.

The sight of it is a dirt road that was stepped on by countless people. It has become a long street with houses on the street, all of which are familiar and have some differences in the subtleties.

The sky is getting late, the sun is about to set, the moon is not coming out, and the smoke is gradually rising.

The streets were crowded with people laughing, angering, and scolding, each with their own characteristics. The style of clothing was similar to the regular clothes in Li Xingchuan iron armor.

I think they are all people of Loulan.

Li Xingchuan finally showed joy on his face and murmured: "It's not bad...it's not bad...it's still a chance..."

"What are you talking about? What opportunity?"

Lin Xun asked in confusion, "Can these people hear the sound of chopping outside?"

The broken blades and limbs all over the ground, the scorched black smoke soaring into the sky, and the terrifying earthquake. Why can't these people feel it?

Li Xingchuan turned his head and looked at Lin Xun, stretched out his left hand, pointed to the sword, and pressed it against his eyebrows.

"The demon is not visible to everyone. The battle between us and the demon seems to be shocking. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a bit more wind and sand."

As he spoke, a subtle red line emerged from Lin Xun's eyebrows and slowly wrapped around Li Xingchuan's fingers.

"Then these people died in vain?"

Lin Xun looked at the broken limbs that were almost completely buried in the yellow sand. Judging from the armor, these people should be Li Xingchuan's robes.

"How could it die in vain?" Li Xingchuan held the handle of the bladeless knife in his right hand and whispered: "Isn't Liusha Town still here?"

As he said that, he lowered his left finger and said, "The blood curse has been eliminated. Although the matter is urgent, there will be some mistakes in this action. When the matter is finished, there will be a good reward."

"If you give me a good reward, you will be exempted." Lin Xun waved his hand and looked at the dirt street, "Can you get some food and drink first?"

"Hahaha, OK!" Li Xingchuan smiled so hard that his beards trembled. He held Lin Xun's collar and jumped into the crowd.

What's amazing is that the people coming and going didn't seem to notice that two people were jumping off the low wall.

"Kang Chicken, hey--Kang Chicken!"

"Grooster——Bamboo grate!"

"Take a stick—"

"Ginkgo, freshly roasted ginkgo--"

Thousands of shouts are heard.

Lin Xun was confused for a moment.

Although he could guess that 90% of the costumes of these people was an ancient society, when he really stepped into it, the unique charm still made it difficult for him to come back to his senses for a long time.

There are hundreds of thousands of demons... Is there a hundred thousand such a world?

Are they all real?

All kinds of people followed Lin Xun one after another, and the particularly real and bizarre reality struck a huge absurd feeling in front of him.

This feeling is much stronger than when I saw the snake-shaped monster just now.

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"The younger generation? The younger generation? Lin Xun!"

Just as he was ecstatic, Li Xingchuan's voice awakened him.

Lin Xun looked up and saw that Li Xingchuan was sitting leisurely in a noodle stall. His broken left leg seemed to have no effect on him at all.

"Come and see which one is better than that of my Loulan pasta!"

Lin Xun walked up to him, found a bench to sit down, and saw the stall owner picking up the long wooden chopsticks, and the rich fragrance ran into his nose along the wind.

"How do you know I'm from Central China?"

"Loulan doesn't have such weird clothes."

As soon as Li Xingchuan finished speaking, the noodle stall owner shouted: "Stop turning around, your noodles are here..."

As he said that, a bowl of steaming and fragrant pasta was delivered neatly to Li Xingchuan.

“Try it.”

As soon as Li Xingchuan pushed him, he came to Lin Xun.

Lin Xun looked down and saw that it was a bowl of steaming lard noodles.

The freshly-out-of-pot water vapor made Lin Xun's entire face shrouded in the lingering heat, which was filled with an extremely attractive smell, like the fragrance of scallions, lard, side dishes, white flour and soup ingredients.

The secretion of saliva immediately accelerated, and Lin Xunqing couldn't help swallowing.

"Eat it, although there is less ingredients, it's still clear."

Li Xingchuan handed over a pair of chopsticks and said slowly.

Lin Xun didn't want to eat noodles and had to listen to a lot of big principles. He immediately took the chopsticks and started eating.

Very familiar taste...

It was like a scent of fragrance rolled in the wind, spreading softly in the jumping dust in the sun.

Light, soft, and delicious. The mellow fragrance of the soup is filled with a hint of sweetness. The extremely elastic noodles are shuttled through the aroma. Every chopstick sucks the noodle soup and bursts out with a unique taste between the lips and teeth.

It is not necessarily true that this side is so delicious, but this kind of taste is just right now and now.

Lin Xun sipped one after another until he drank the noodle soup in one go.

The lips and teeth are fragrant.

"Okay, you pay, we will clear the two."

Lin Xun shook his mouth and said happily.

"Young people, in your opinion, will this be rewarded?"

Li Xingchuan's words have a bit of incredible flavor.

"You are not happy? Well, please help me catch a hundred and eighty monsters, break your hands and feet, and let me use it."

Lin Xun said casually.

"Hahaha, it's not unhappy, it's just that some family has no money, this money..."

Li Xingchuan stared at Lin Xun straight.

"Do you want to eat the hall?" Lin Xun suddenly said loudly, then stood up and was about to run away.

However, the next moment, Li Xingchuan and Lin Xun changed their expressions at the same time.

"Kang Chicken, hey--Kang Chicken!"

"Grooster——Bamboo grate!"

"Take a stick—"

"Ginkgo, freshly roasted ginkgo--"

...

Something is wrong!

"Slowly turn around, your face is here..."

The noodle stall owner's voice suddenly rang out.

Li Xingchuan slashed with a sudden knife, but it flew through out of thin air without hitting anything!

Lin Xun shivered and looked at the bowl of noodles on the noodle owner again.

A few chopped green onion, two side dishes, and a layer of lard floating on the noodle soup, exactly the same as the bowl I ate just now!

No...not just this noodle stall.

All the hawkers on this dirt street, the expressions of all the pedestrians, the sounds of laughter and scolding, and the positions of everyone walking are exactly the same as before...!

"Hmph, monster!"

Li Xingchuan snorted coldly, and the bladeless knife swept through the air, rolling up a blade light and slashing towards the boss.

The stove was turned over, but the boss was still standing there with a busy look on his face, holding two long wooden chopsticks on his own, picking out of thin air at the previous position of the pot...

Although the entire Liusha Town is still very lively, this scene gives the two people a different feeling.

A strange and bizarre atmosphere spread out silently, and even Li Xingchuan, who was knowledgeable and experienced, frowned tightly.
Chapter completed!