Duan Qing cursed involuntarily. Duan Qing, who was completely unable to resist the advances of the black-clad guards, tilted his head and looked behind him as hard as he could. Then, before he was about to be thrown out of this place, he gradually opened the door with gold rims.

In the sight of countless guards in black uniforms walking out of the door one after another, the image of a bald man being escorted out of the door loomed in the magnificent corridor.

At the end, Duan Qing, who was looking at the player who had driven him out, smiled apologetically and stepped forward to greet him, but his yelling voice suddenly disappeared, leaving only his eyes staring straight at the bald man's eyes.

Eye: "Why, why is it him... Oops!"

boom!

The loud door slamming then sounded in front of him, once again cutting off his last glance at those magic lights. All that was left was the endless noise that returned to Duan Qing's ears, and more and more people.

Players passing by pointed at his figure sitting on the ground.

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"Sir, do you want the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Sir, how about the goods we sell?"

"Looking at this gentleman's extraordinary abilities, he must be a magician, right? Are you interested in coming to our store to view our collection of magic props?"

"The best magic potion! The best magic potion in the entire continent! Sir, would you like..."

Bang!

The sound of shelves being knocked to the ground echoed in the sound of the long street. A player wearing a gray magic robe kicked away a hawker who had just approached, and then rushed to the NPC.

Before getting up and yelling, he turned around and continued walking towards the far side of the street: "It's okay if you can't tell that I'm in a bad mood, brother, but I dare to boast that it is the best magic potion in the continent..."

"You, stop right here!"

"I don't have time to get to know you."

As his body shuttled back and forth among the lively crowd, Duan Qing quickly used the bodies of passers-by to cover up his figure: "But..."

"There are so many people selling potions on this street."

In the difference in vision formed by the shadow of the tower and the light of the sun, he was wandering around the city because he was kicked out of the Luxor family mansion, and then he raised his gaze to look out, and finally he was covered by the figures that kept coming and going.

A wooden sign on the street caught his eye: "That's it."

"Violet Street...is that right?"

boom!

The loud trembling sound, which was no less than the one he had just kicked the hawker and the stall to the ground, sounded in his ears again, attracting the attention of him and several people around him. A slender figure holding something followed.
Chapter completed!