I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

The old God Zhang Yi was sitting in the middle of the sofa, with young women in their twenties on both sides.

Feeling that there was no fluctuation of true energy in their bodies, Zhang Yi determined that their real age was around twenty.

Of course, although the two women are young, Zhang Yi is a martial artist with a lifespan of 400 years. From the appearance alone, he looks younger than the two women.

Although the two were young, as soon as they sat beside Zhang Yi, their bodies naturally moved closer, and they began to feed Zhang Yi cup after cup of wine.

Zhang Yi is naturally not the kind of restrained person. The other party has already provoked him, so he is not an unreasonable person, and he will respond accordingly.

Sin oh sin! Zhang Yi yelled in his heart.

"Master Zhang, how about it, Yezhihua's service is definitely top-notch in Qianji City."

Huang Feng relaxed his body, let the woman beside him toss, and asked with a smile.

Zhang Yi opened his mouth, drank the wine glass handed to him by the woman beside him in one gulp, and said solemnly, "The wine here is indeed pure. As far as this Baihua Brewing Wine is concerned, as soon as it enters the throat, there will be a refreshing fragrance that explodes in the body. People have endless aftertaste."

hypocritical! Huang Feng's heart broke, with a smile on his face, "As long as adults like it, as long as adults like it."

After some foreplay, the woman next to Zhang Yi moved more and more presumptuously, her body stuck to Zhang Yi's body as if weak and boneless.

In all fairness, these two women are indeed good-looking and have good figures.

One was wearing a purple dress with a long skirt that reached her knees.

One person wore a white short-sleeved shirt with a large neckline, so Zhang Yi could see the scenery when he lowered his head.

Zhang Yi still enjoyed it quite a bit.

After another period of time passed, Zhang Yi's eyes were calm, and he knew it was time to withdraw.

As far as he is concerned, it is good to have a taste of the matter.

"Cough cough."

Zhang Yi coughed twice, straightened up, separated the two girls a little, and said solemnly:

"Although the wine is good, you shouldn't linger on it. It's getting late, so I'll take my leave first."

The young man came to his senses and quickly said: "My lord, go slowly, Qiu Ju, Qiu Ya, why don't you hurry up and send your lord off." As he spoke, the man pointed his eyes.

The two girls quickly got up and followed Zhang Yi.

"No need." Zhang Yi refused aloud, declined the young man's kindness, and then walked outside alone.

"Young master, here." Qiu Ju watched Zhang Yi leave alone, not knowing what to do, and said to the young man frivolously.

"Oh, forget it." The young man shook his head. "It seems that the two of you don't have that chance.

"Although this lord seemed to be acting recklessly just now, he has his own bottom line in every action. Once he crosses the line, he will not tolerate it." Hornet let out a breath, his eyes were calm, and he spoke calmly.

"Then us." The young man asked.

"Don't do anything, just serve me obediently, don't have any thoughts."

Zhang Yi walked out of Nocturnal Flower.

At this time, the night was dark, the moon was shining brightly, and the streets were cold and silent.

What a wonderful experience, Zhang Yi thought, then he lowered his head and straightened his clothes, identified the direction, and walked to the side of the street, intending to find a place to live.

After walking for a while, Zhang Yi frowned, and he felt a demonic aura.

A very faint spirit.

As soon as his mind turned, Zhang Yi wiped out the environment in all directions.

After seeing the source of the evil spirit, Zhang Yi's face sank, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

No matter how bright the sun is, there is also the birth of darkness, no matter how prosperous the place is, there is also the growth of darkness.

The west area of ​​Qianji City, this place is obviously located in the corner of Qianji City, but it seems to be forgotten by others.

The houses are in ruins, most of which are broken eaves and broken walls.

Garbage is everywhere, mosquitoes and flies are overgrown, and the surrounding air is full of strong stench.

Who would have thought that there would be such a backward place in this important town at the top of the Fire Nation.

The street outside is brightly lit, while the inside is dilapidated and messy. Although there is a wall separating them, it is the difference between heaven and earth.

This is the west area of ​​Qianji City, a place specially prepared for refugees and poor people.

It is also a place of disorder in Thousand Machines City.

...

At this time, under the faint light of the pale moon, a tragedy was happening in a corner of the West District.

A teenager was being beaten.

There were three people beating him, and he was powerless to resist, or in other words, he had already lost the strength to resist after being beaten up.

The boy curled up, hugged his stomach tightly with his hands, and endured punches and kicks.

The young man's thin body was able to withstand it for so long, which made the three of them become more irritable and hit harder.

At the corner of the street, a shadow suddenly appeared on the ground, and as the shadow moved forward, a handsome young man appeared there.

The young man was dressed in clean and gorgeous clothes, with a handsome face, which was incompatible with the dilapidated scene in the West District.

The handsome young man came step by step, and the sound of footsteps brought the sound of death.

Clenching his right hand tightly, a long sword appeared, reflecting a cold luster under the moonlight.

Zhang Yi swung his sword, the sword energy was silent, piercing the dark night sky, with an aura that devoured people's souls.

"puff."

A muffled sound sounded, and three heads flew up, spilling blood all over the ground.

...

Zhang Yi's eyes were indifferent, as if he just peeled a watermelon casually.

Walking in front of the boy curled up like a cat on the ground, Zhang Yi knelt down and just looked at him quietly.

Under careful observation, Zhang Yi was also a little moved.

The young man on the ground was covered in scars and his clothes were worn out. Through the cracks in the clothes, one can see his body, which can be said to be skinny.

After a while, perhaps because there was no sound around, the young man poked his head out, and when he saw Zhang Yi, he subconsciously buried his head in again.

Zhang Yi took a few steps back, and the young man carefully explored his surroundings.

After seeing the blood all over the ground and the three headless corpses, to Zhang Yi's surprise, the boy didn't seem to be afraid at all.

Instead, he stood up slowly with a calm attitude.

At this time, Zhang Yi discovered that there was a steamed bun in the boy's arms.

A steamed bun covered in blood and black soil.

So those three people were fighting for this steamed bun, Zhang Yi thought.

After a while of silence, Zhang Yi raised his footsteps and was about to leave.

"Wait." The boy said, with a slight trill in his voice.

That's right, no matter how calm he is, he is still a young child, and he must be full of fear in his heart.

Presumably, Zhang Yi was called to stop at this time, and he also took a lot of courage to say it.