Du Jun looked at Yue Lin deeply and smiled and said, "I am not a shortage of money, so I don't have to bring those gold and silver stuff. But I like the most red sleeves and spoons with bare hands. You can give that woman to me, even if we have a good relationship."

Yue Lin was not angry, but just shook his head: "I don't care about your good deeds, but if you want me, the maid, aren't you afraid of having nightmares at night?"

"You are so stupid that you don't know what Mr. Du rarely promises to others, and you dare to say it's not rare." The woman snorted coldly and said with some disdain.

"Xiaoqing doesn't need to say much." Du Jun gently raised the folding fan and stopped the woman from continuing.

He almost became furious when he heard Yue Lin's first half of the sentence, but he felt relieved afterwards.

I guess this guy who called himself the owner of Lianfeng Villa did not dare to offend me, but he was unwilling to lose face in public, so he pretended to say such words.

"Young Master, it is rumored that Bai Mu City is the junction between Beicang Mansion and Linyuan Mansion. Most of the people there are vulgar and self-righteous. It is not surprising to say these words."

The words in my ears at the same time verified Du Jun’s own guess.

Well, Du Jun is not a shortage of money anyway, so he rewarded the owner of the Laoshizi's house with some money at will, and then quickly included the wonderful woman in his room.

How much should I give? Because the other party is so beautiful, it is not appropriate to give too little, so it is only 1,000 taels of gold. Let that guy go back and have fun secretly.

Thinking of this, Du Jun smiled: "I have never seen a person who can make me have nightmares, let alone this delicate girl."

"Yeah?"

Yue Lin turned around and said to Bai Yiyi: "Let him have a nightmare to relieve his anger."

Bai Yiyi Yingying said softly, "Abide by the orders of the young master."

A cold wind blew by.

Du Jun and his group of people were stunned at first, and then they couldn't help laughing.

Especially Xiao Qing, the woman next to Du Jun, bent down while covering her stomach, and said in a slight voice: "It's so funny. I've never heard of such interesting things. Come quickly, I can't wait to have a nightmare."

After a breath, she suddenly stopped laughing, replaced by a shrill scream.

"No, don't come here! Ah..." Xiaoqing screamed and staggered backward until she hit a knife guard.

Then she screamed again, her eyes turned pale, and she fainted.

The gurgling water flowed out from Xiaoqing's skirt, causing a large area of ​​the ground.

"What's going on?" Du Jun suddenly widened his eyes and his body shuddered.

He suddenly felt a little cold and his vision became a little blurred.

The next moment, he suddenly realized that he was no longer in the small town at the foot of Shouzhuo Mountain.

Du Jun's eyes were wandering, and he looked around with the same desert scene. There was no obvious calibration object to refer to, but the waves of chill stimulated him not to stay here for a long time.

In desperation, Du Jun could only find a direction and walk down.

Du Jun walked very slowly, and the soft sand and the dust storm that swept up from time to time had a great impact on him. Although he had never seen any other living creature except himself, Du Jun always felt like he was peeped at by something. This feeling was like a maggot on his tarsal bones and could not be removed.

The feeling of being peeped at is getting stronger and stronger, and in the end Du Jun felt like something was lying in front of him and staring at him.

The folding fan had already been unfolded by Du Jun, and turned into a long sword and was lifted into his hand. His inner breath began to gradually accelerate. Then he shook the blade without warning and stabbed dozens of cold lights around like lightning.

"It shouldn't have been stabbed, but the feeling of being peeped away has disappeared." Du Jun did not dare to relax his vigilance at all. The long sword in his hand was always in the most conducive position for attack, and his eyes kept patrolling around, wanting to find something unreasonable from the yellow sand.

A rustling sound came into Du Jun's ears from all directions. After several breaths, Du Jun found himself surrounded by at least a thousand cavalrymen dressed in yellow armor.

More than a thousand cavalrymen were carved from the same mold, with the same faces, the same expressions, and even the war horses under their crotch were of the same color, giving people an inexplicable feeling.

Being stared at so many indifferent and dull eyes is definitely not a good experience. Du Jun felt a little scared in his heart because he did not feel any breath of life at all. So what kind of ghost are these cavalry riding horses and swords?

The cold wind that had been blowing suddenly stopped. As if he had received a command, all the cavalry began to charge towards Du Jun with long swords.

Before the troops arrived, a wave of arrows first came. Du Jun picked up a sharp mouthful of spiritual energy and danced the long sword tightly. The sound of jingling swords and arrows interweaving constantly. Time seemed to have fallen into a strange stagnation at this moment. From a distance, Du Jun's figure was gone, and only a black sphere like a hedgehog was left in the spot.

The next moment, the black sphere moved, and the cold lights scattered like stars flying all over the sky. All the spikes on the sphere broke and fell wherever the starlight passed.

Before he could be surprised that the arrow landed, it turned into a handful of yellow sand, and Du Jun had to start facing the cavalry that had already hit the front.

Du Jun's inner breath surging, one wave higher and one wave higher. Under the pressure of being pointed at the vital points by more than ten sabers at every moment, Du Jun had no energy to consider the moves, just relying on his instinct to avoid, move, use his sword, and close the sword...

Gradually, more and more cavalrymen were stabbed by long swords, and an unmanned corridor was formed wherever Du Jun passed.

Half an hour later, Du Jun stabbed the long sword into the throat of the last cavalry, watching him turn into a pile of yellow sand and scatter on the ground, and then gasp with his sword.

The individual strength of these cavalrymen is not very strong. They are basically ordinary people who have not even cultivated their internal energy. However, they have a large number of them, and the pressure caused by the gathering of ants cannot be underestimated.

After gasping for a moment, Du Jun came to his senses and realized that the surrounding ground was obviously higher than the distance. These were a small sand dune formed by the cavalry corpses turning into sand.

These cavalry were actually made of gravel!?

How is this possible!?

The rustling sound rang again. Du Jun looked up at the distance, and his face changed drastically. He didn't care about the physical strength that had been resting for a while to recover from his deficit, and ran away with a long knife.

Behind Du Jun, more than a thousand hideous and terrifying birds of prey were chasing him from the air and the ground at the same time.

After the tea time, Du Jun saw that he could not escape, so he had no choice but to turn around and grit his teeth to fight against the beast opposite him.
Chapter completed!