One stay is wonderful.
In the back alley of No. 38 Silver Oak Street, Lin Qi gritted his teeth and pulled out the steel axe in his sleeve, and was about to rush into the house and chop Alda to death with an axe.
This damn guy, he plays like this, so how can Lin Qi meet people with the title of Earl of Longshan in the future Blinked desperately, gloating at Lin Qi, who was almost rampant.
Alda's bad luck is really good for the great and terrifying Linqi to dismantle Alda to pieces, it is enough for Linqi to have a pure-blooded little demon by his side, and a half-blood demon like Alda is better to die early.
Just as Linzi was about to climb over the fence to teach Arda a lesson, giving Lady Greenfen a little color, a distorted black shadow slipped out of the shadows nearby.
The black shadow knelt on the ground, made a big salute to Lin Qi, and whispered extremely respectfully: "God King, that Graham you let us keep an eye on, he left this mansion" Lin Qi's body suddenly stiffened, he took a deep look at the courtyard at No. 38 Silver Oak Street, and jumped lightly from the wall.
He made a gesture to the black shadow and the black shadow, which immediately escaped into the darkness and led Lin Qi quickly towards the street ahead.
He followed behind Lin Qi, looking around and looking at the movements along the way.
The soldiers that Lin Qi brought were not left in the back alley.
If there was anything in Arda there, as long as they said hello, these thugs would rush into the courtyard without hesitation and smash everything in the courtyard to smithereens.
A flickering black shadow bowed ahead, walking without the slightest sound or sound.
Lin Qi nodded secretly, and couldn't help but look up a little more for the army of dead soldiers under the Elysian Temple.
With a legion of nearly 10,000 dead soldiers, the Guardian Divine Palace has indeed spared no effort in cultivating the three Guardian Heavenly Maidens.
These dead soldiers all have extremely strange abilities, and the black shadow in front of them is clearly an assassin who has stepped into the realm of saints with half a foot.
It's just that the training methods used by these dead soldiers are extremely cruel and harsh, and although their strength has improved extremely quickly and is inhumanly fast, their lifespan has also suffered great damage.
The black shadow in front of him, his remaining lifespan will definitely not exceed a hundred years, which is really a pitiful number compared to the lifespan of a normal saint priest of nearly 10,000 years.
Lin Qi looked at the back of the black shadow, and secretly thought about where to get some life essence and life-prolonging medicine for these poor dead soldiers.
These people are loyal and extremely powerful, and it would be a pity if they died of exhaustion of their life span in just a hundred years.
The voice of the osmanthus tree suddenly sounded in Lin Qi's spiritual sea, and feeling Lin Qi's thoughts, the osmanthus tree quickly put forward thirty-two feasible suggestions, one by one, the simplest of which can double the remaining lifespan of these dead soldiers, that is, let them live for about a hundred more years.
And the most difficult way is to restore these dead to their original lifespan.
However, even the simplest method requires a large amount of maternal and fetal stock solution.
This kind of thing that can only be found in the ancient ruins, where can Lin Qi go to get Lin Qi shook his head, and threw the suggestion of the osmanthus tree away.
After continuing to walk forward for a while, Osmanthus suddenly hesitated and spoke: "Actually, I can make the so-called maternal fetal essence.
In my memory, the maternal-fetal essence only ranked thirty-ninth among the seven hundred and ninety-five life source liquids, and there were thirty-eight more effective life source liquids than it. ” Lin Qi's array suddenly lit up, and his pace of sprinting forward was slightly scattered.
"However, energy and materials," Osmanthus said in a low voice, "I can produce enough maternal and fetal essence or other life source liquids with extremely large amounts of energy and materials." ” Extremely large energy Lin Qi carefully asked the osmanthus tree about the meaning of this so-called extremely huge energy, and when Lin Qi heard that this was equivalent to the sum of the power of all the demigods in the thirty middle-level demigods, Lin Qi wisely asked the osmanthus tree to shut up, he didn't want to be hit again.
In the Eastern Continent, with the help of the power of the Tiger Clan's own family, it is possible to hunt thirty demigods, but in the Western Continent, you are kidding The two-wheeled carriage in front of it, surrounded by a dozen guards, turned into a small dark alley, and continued to walk forward for a while, and the two-wheeled carriage traveled into an extremely remote alley with very dilapidated buildings.
Just as there is always a shadow in the sun, the city of Port Vias, the richest city in the world, also has ghettos.
Graham's carriage marched into one of the largest slums in Port Vias, and stopped in front of an unusually old courtyard that was at least 400 years old.
This yard ...
Lin Qi even felt that this courtyard should be a haunt for the undead.
The crumbling walls were full of holes, and the iron gates were entwined with half-dead vines that looked like countless poisonous snakes.
The messy and smelly mud spread more than a foot deep on the ground, and the water vapor in the mud evaporated, forming a white mist three feet thick in the yard.
There were originally two three-story buildings in the courtyard, but the three-story building in front of it has collapsed for more than half, and only the back building is still intact.
But Rao is this small building in good condition, and the towers and carvings on its roof have also crumbled and shattered, turning into a mess of garbage piled up on the roof.
Graham cautiously got out of the carriage, and several of the guards frowned, and somehow got some rice leather and planks to spread on the ground, and Graham cursed someone, and walked on the mud with the rice leather and planks.
He had done everything in his power to keep himself from stepping on the mud, but the mud in the yard was too thick, and his fat body was so heavy that the planks would not sink and stain his luxurious boots with some black, stinking mud.
"Oh God, let that old fellow go back to your arms sooner," Graham grunted angrily, "Whichever god harvested his soul, I would be happy to donate a gold coin to your temple."
Lin Qi glanced at Poison Rum, he used a gesture to order Dou Lili and the dead man to stay outside the courtyard, staring at Graham tightly, and then quickly walked around to the back wall of the courtyard, pressed the wall with both hands, and lightly climbed over the wall, and came to the small building behind him in a few steps.
Graham was still struggling to walk forward in the front yard, while Lin Qi was already holding a steel axe, carefully stepping on the broken stone steps, and slowly walked up the small building, to the only room on the second floor with the lights on.
It is a restaurant, a large enough area to accommodate a banquet of nearly 100 people.
In the restaurant of Nuoda, only one oil lamp was lit, and the dim light made everyone as gloomy as a ghost.
At the long wooden table, more than thirty men and women stood like zombies.
Yes, everybody stood around the table, because all the chairs under their butts were rotten, and there was no way to sit on them, so everybody had to sit.
There was no paint at all, and on the table, which was full of holes, a yellow-skinned man who looked to be in his early fifties sat on a three-legged chair, cutting a loaf of bread with a slow and methodical dining knife.
Originally, this bread should have been a delicious white bread mixed with cream, but in Lin Qi's opinion, this bread should be the garbage disposed of by the bakery after expiration.
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The bread that was originally soft and delicious is now sprinkled with a knife, and the hard bread crust is sprinkled.
The middle-aged man used his fingers to twist the crumbs of the crust on the table as he cut the bread and threw it into his mouth.
"It's a pity, it's a waste, what a good piece of creamy white bread, it's such a waste" The middle-aged man frowned and muttered: "Really, such white bread can't be eaten on weekdays, if it weren't for my birthday, you wouldn't have such a good mouth."
The thirty-nine men and women standing at the table looked at the middle-aged man with stiff faces, and none of them said a word.
The middle-aged man put the remaining half of the white bread into a black and even a mildew rattan basket beside him, and then grabbed a piece of ham meat about the size of a baby's fist from the rattan basket with great pain.
Pale green, apparently moldy, and fed to dogs without the ham meat that dogs want to eat The middle-aged man's face twitched, and he carefully cut off forty slices of meat that were about slightly thicker than the wings he knew, and then carefully put these slices of meat on the bread slices, and handed them to the men and women at the table one by one with great caution.
"Celebrate me, my dear I, Granda, is fifty years old today" Granda, who was so thin that she lost her shape, sighed: "In my fifty years of life, I have made outstanding contributions to the prosperity of my family, and today is my birthday, everyone cheer for me" The men and women snorted weakly, picked up the bread and stuffed it into their mouths with difficulty.
Granta enjoyed the slices of bread and the thin slice of ham in her mouth and chewed slowly.
He exhaled heavily, and sighed in a low voice, "What a good bread, what a ham, what a treat."
The last time I ate white bread was fifteen years ago when your grandfather died.
That damn old miser, he was holding 30,000 gold coins, but he starved to death in the treasury, really...
You deserve it."
Lin Qi's body shook, and he finally understood why Graham was born into a merchant family, and it was a family specializing in the import and export of goods from the Gallic Empire and the Vyas Federation, why he was poor like that in Berelli It's a family tradition, and it couldn't be better So, what can such a miser family use to better combat them: