bite!

【Left hand sleeve +1】

Currently, the number of cultivation levels: the ninth level, the speed of the knife is increased faster, and the second speed can be increased halfway, making the enemy unable to defend.

Xia Ji stretched and woke up in the boudoir of An Xiaomeng, the leading brand in Yueying Building.

A brand new day, a brand new harvest.

I don’t know if I have a knife in my left sleeve. I don’t know which master Wangdu’s unique skill is, but I have never heard of it.

But in addition to the two major forces in the open, "Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower" and "Lei Xiaotang", there are countless underground forces, and there are also many assassin organizations.

Therefore, the knife in the left sleeve should be the trump card of an assassin. After all, Xia Ji tried it. This knife was very hidden, and it was almost 100% dead within three steps.

Because he had been lying on the desk for a long time, his body was a little stiff.

But it's just a little breathing adjustment.

The burning true energy of the Nine Yang True Body penetrates the body, breaks the stiff muscles, and makes the whole body extremely comfortable and the spirit is much better.

He looked at the street market outside the window. The waning moon had set. The dawn had just started, and the hawking sounds of cooking cakes and noodles were gradually moving.

I had a headache last night and happened to go to have a bowl of noodles.

With his head tilted, An Xiaomeng fell asleep with her face on her face, her legs were clamped with a quilt, and her cheeks were still red. Obviously, this "smacking" was indeed worthy of her name.

Out of the Yueying Building.

He walked straight to the street and came to a noodle shop.

The person who cleans the table in the noodle shop was a weak little woman. She was not old, but there were a lot of vicissitudes between her eyebrows, frowning and wrinkles on her forehead.

"Keep, what do you want to eat?"

The little woman raised her head, and when she saw Xia Ji's appearance, she was stunned and hurriedly said, "General Xia."

Let’s look at General Xia’s disheveled hair and his high-end rouge and powdery smell. I don’t know where he lingers last night.

Such a boy is really lucky.

It seems that after being born, fate arranged for him to be rich and prosperous.

But I need to work hard, this is really unfair.

But what can I do?

Others dare to call Xia Ji "the big fool of the capital", but face to face, these poor families who trade small businesses dare not be disrespectful.

At this time.

The thick cloth curtain of the oil-ziz was lifted up behind the noodle shop, and the autumn wind poured in a few minutes. There were two little girls with pale faces and skinny faces, "Mom, are you here? It's so early."

The little woman glared at them and said, "Go to the hot pot quickly! If you are lazy, you will sell you!"

The two little girls were startled and ran away quickly, rubbed their sleepy eyes, rolled up their sleeves, picked up firewood, heated the pan, divided the noodles, and made some toppings.

The thin little woman apologized: "General Xia, you came too early today and you may have to wait for a while. It's all these two dead girls who are reluctant to get up in bed."

Xia Ji looked at the sky and it was lightly bright.

So he said, "It's okay, I'll wait a while and add a serving of all the toppings."

The little woman hurriedly agreed.

Xia Ji began to wait quietly. He looked at the familiar street and the number of people gradually increased. Many guests who were eating breakfast saw him, but hurriedly avoided him, or sat on the adjacent table with their backs facing him.

Birds of a feather flock together, and creatures divide into groups.

Xia Ji is never a group.

Because everyone feels that sitting with the big fool in the royal capital cannot be laughed at.

Moreover, this big fool has the title of general. If you really sit together, can you say a few good words to him respectfully?

This fool is ignorant and lingers in the fireworks and willow alleys all day long. What else can you do except moan and hum a few lines of poetry without any illness?

If he hadn't had a sister or a sister who was willing to be eaten by old cows, he wouldn't have been like this.

This is just a lucky fool.

But he seemed to be self-righteous, Angang was proud, as shameless as his sister.

Everyone just thought about these words, but no one would say them.

As for talent.

No one would think how good his poems were.

True literati only think that these are the mere sounds of debauchery, and they cannot establish a country and dominate the people.

Ordinary people, or those who run around the world, will not admit that they can recite quatrains.

However, Xia Ji has some reputation in the circle of Fengchen and playboys.

The autumn wind is so bleak.

Xia Ji got rid of his hair.

The hot noodles were finally served, red soup, a few green chopped green onions, and a portion of toppings, each filled with basins.

Xia Ji ate big mouthfuls, and after the noodles were eaten, the hangover finally got a little relieved.

And at this moment, the patrol handover was over, and the group of night shifts began to come to the downtown area to find food.

Seeing Xia Ji, I burst into laughter again.

There was also a patrol guard hiding in the patrol group shouting at the top of his voice: "General Xia, which building do you go to tonight? Let's see what you want to go to? We brothers all went to the shop to support girls. Yesterday, Yueying Building, tomorrow will be Feihua Palace or Goddess Pavilion?"

Then another patrolman said, "Xiao Qi, do you want to win money? You lost three games in a row and your eyes turned green, haha."

Xia Ji sat quietly, and he ate noodles and drank noodle soup bite by bit.

It seemed that he didn't hear anything.

He didn't smile until he finished eating, and asked, "Who cooked the noodles?"

The little woman in the noodle shop was stunned for a moment, thinking that the noodles were not delicious, so she hurriedly shouted inward: "Jin Bingyun, come out and apologize to the general."

In the thick cloth curtain, a little girl with long hair shawls but withered and yellow hair and extremely thin hair ran out with her head down, her mouth slightly opened, and her face looked scared.

Xia Ji waved to her.

The little girl named Jin Bingyun walked over, her thin shoulders trembling.

Walking to the boy, she squeezed out a mosquito-like voice: "General."

Xia Ji was quiet.

Just when Jin Bingyun felt that she was about to be scolded again, her hands were caught and her palms were cold.

Xia Ji took out a silver bean and put it in her palm: "The noodles are cooked very delicious. I'll come again next time, okay?"

Jin Bingyun's pupils stretched, not knowing what to say.

Xia Ji put a silver bean in her palm, and with a bend of his finger, another silver bean penetrated into her sleeve, and then blinked at her playfully.

Immediately got up and left.

Only the little woman was left and muttered: "Danny."

But the little girl looked at the boy's back on the street and silently recorded it.

Since she was a child, she has never been spoken so warmly, and has been helped with such kindness.

A warm current emerges from the bottom of my heart.

She didn't know how to repay the boy. Maybe...it made the noodles better?

Jin Bingyun couldn't help asking: "Mom, who is he?"

The little woman whispered: "Just a lucky big fool."

...

After breakfast, Xia Ji went to Tianque Academy for a while.

Strangely, he had just appeared in the palace, and many powerful people said they had something to do, and then asked their disciples to practice on their own, and they used their body skills to run away.

Yan Xiaofeng's words were released. These strong men were afraid that Xia Ji would like to be his teacher by himself.

Isn’t this a foolish teacher?

In the huge Tianque Academy, except for the few who were in seclusion on the top floor, everyone else disappeared.

Xia Ji closed his eyes, and he could clearly sense how these people left.

He could probably feel the body movements used by these people when they left.

These body movements are either on the ninth level or on the tenth level. The eighth level is almost the eighth level.

If he wants, he can still chase after him quietly.

However, he did not expose it.
To be continued...