Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5477: 5472

Chapter 5477 Chapter 5472 was rescued by someone

Before Jian Wushuang could react, the opponent had disappeared.

The meaning of this is already obvious, the other party is not a mortal.

"Magic Sound God General?" Jian Wushuang shook his head, unlike!

There were only three people who entered this place. Wanyan and Dongsheng didn't know if they were in this city, and they probably wouldn't pretend to be superior in front of him.

Since we have all been to this place, we should be just like him. They are all ordinary people.

It's not Dongsheng, Wanyan, or magic sound **** general. It seems that there are other people here, or not people, but a consciousness left by the existence of the original creation.

Although I don't know who the other party is, Jian Wushuang can't stand that tone.

It's not that he is rebellious and can't listen to others' discipline. Is this kind of trial necessary?

Is it stronger than anyone who can suffer?

It can only be said that the person who created this place has become smaller and smaller.

"To live, I will starve to death here today, I see what you do!" Jian Wushuang made up his mind, he didn't believe that starving to death here would really fall.

Even if the magic sound **** will not make a move, the true spirit will save him if he knows it.

A ultimate Daoist, a peerless Tianjiao who has the hope of reaching the top in the future, starved to death in the ordinary world. What a thing.

Plop!

Jian Wushuang found a pleasing threshold and lay down on his back.

"That's it, it's not bad to die here!" Jian Wushuang ridiculed himself, and then the hunger pangs instantly.

Enduring hunger, Jian Wushuang fell asleep.

The dusk fell, and the cold wind roared in the dim alley, Jian Wushuang couldn't bear it, and shrank.

I don't know if it's instinct or my consciousness is not firm enough.

Huh!

Jian Wushuang stood up suddenly.

Is his consciousness not firm enough?

Although he has become a mortal, his consciousness is still there!

Why he flinched.

Thinking of this, I laid half of my body on the street again.

Woo!

"Too dazed!" Jian Wushuang shrank back, 10,000 unwilling in his heart.

When he fell asleep again, his body shrank into a ball, and he instinctively arranged the clothes on his body to wrap his whole body.

Even though his stomach was screaming, Jian Wushuang still slept very sweetly, perhaps because he hadn't slept for three days. After this sleep, he slept darkly.

I don't know when, Jian Wushuang felt his mouth dry and cracked, his throat seemed to be burning, and there was a pungent smell coming from him.

A puddle of liquid ran down his throat, and a choking breath awakened him directly.

Ahem!

Jian Wushuang coughed violently and opened his eyes weakly.

Everything in front of him has changed. He thought he was back to reality. When he saw the messy clothes on his body, he realized that he was still a beggar.

Turning his head to look around, this is a simple yet warm room.

"You are too fate, and you didn't freeze you to death in the snowdrift!"

A woman's voice came, and Jian Wushuang hooked her head with difficulty, only to realize that there was a young female protagonist behind her, with heavy rouge on her face, but her facial features were still exquisite.

Jian Wushuang's voice was a bit collapsed. He didn't think so much now, he just wanted to drink saliva. Before he could speak, the woman twisted her waist and held a bowl of water.

Guru!

He picked up the bowl and took a sip, only feeling that the whole person became refreshed. This is the best water he has ever drunk, and it is 10,000 times better than those geniuses.

After seeing Jian Wushuang could catch his breath, the woman asked in an angry tone: "Smelly beggar, what's your name?"

After taking a sigh of relief, Jian Wushuang dragged his body with both hands, leaned against the soft bed, looked at the woman with some unkind eyes, and said coldly: "You are not worthy!"

"Hey, you stinky beggar, my old lady saved your life, why are you talking to me? Believe it or not, my old lady will throw you out to feed the dog!" The rouge and heavy woman said viciously.

Jian Wushuang ignored him. He finally realized that he was actually afraid of death.

Neither can it be said that he is afraid of death, because the desire to survive in his heart is so serious that he instinctively does not want to die.

"You shouldn't save me!" Jian Wushuang's voice softened.

If you don't care about him, he will really freeze to death tonight.

Now that the coldness on his body is gone, he really wants to go out in the warm bed, and he doesn't even want to move.

The woman who was a little angry at the beginning, heard Jian Wushuang's words, sighed and complained: "You men, every good thing! You should be frozen to death in the street."

"My name is Jian Wushuang, and you!"

"You can call me thirteen mothers!"

The two have reported each other's names, and they are considered to know each other.

Afterwards, we chatted with each other. Jian Wushuang also came out of the ordinary world. He didn't know anything. He quickly learned about this Qingshan city and the peculiar thirteen mothers. .

She came from a bad background. When her young parents left, she was sold to the Cuixianglou in the west of the city by her own uncle, and she was caught in the dust.

And this yard used to be her home. After she entered the brothel and made money, she bought it.

Normally, she doesn't come back, and today she happened to have something that shouldn't have come. She returned here while resting and met Jian Wushuang.

Everything is impermanent. It's just such a coincidence that Jian Wushuang, who was about to freeze to death, was saved.

"What did you just give me a drink?" Jian Wushuang asked curiously.

Thirteen Niang was taken aback, and then replied: "Of course it is wine. Without that sip of wine, you would have been frozen to death long ago."

"Then, what else?" Jian Wushuang swallowed.

The belly screamed out of anger.

"You guy, you look like a beggar, but you really don't speak like that. It's more like a scholar, how could you become like this!" Shisanniang handed the flask on the table to Jian Wushuang. , Incidentally also threw a piece of roasted sweet potato over.

Jian Wushuang took a sip of coarse wine, picked up the hot piece of sweet potato, and gnawed it. After hearing Shisanniang's words, he vaguely said: "You are so accurate!"

He was really not a beggar before, and if he tells his previous identity, I am afraid that the other party will think his brain is frozen and stupid.

In this mundane world, there is no such thing as a practitioner.

A piece of sweet potato was eaten, and finally the little fairy who was grinding in his stomach was restrained.

To fill up his stomach and lie down on the warm Kang, Jian Wushuang felt that he was too happy. Thinking back to the haggis soup during the day, he couldn't help but smashed his mouth.

"Tell me, look at your little face that doesn't look like a child from a poor family, how could it be like what it is today!" Shisanniang was very curious. Once a woman's gossiping fires, it won't go out.

Jian Wushuang held his head in his hands and looked at the beams of the room, muttering to himself: "I, it's really hard to tell!"

I don’t know where to say it. Is it about the Temple of Forbidding?

Too outrageous, to introduce a mortal to the Temple of Qishen, just like saying the heavenly book.

Things in the common world must be my own experience. I really have to say it.

(End of this chapter)