Shen Qingyi looked down and immediately took a breath of cold air.
Mu Yun's face didn't look very good.
Shen Qing glanced around subconsciously.
Red and green intertwined, incense was diffused, the air was filled with the smell of wine, and from time to time, the sounds of men and women laughing could be heard from outside.
In addition, the male cultivator who was stepped on by Shen Qing was rising, his fair skin was flushed with light pink, and he seemed to be a little unstable under Shen Qing's condescending gaze.
Everything here reveals the decadence of wine and women.
Shen Qingyi quickly retracted his foot.
The moment Shen Qing retracted his foot, Mu Yun felt the terrifying pressure on him recede like a tide.
He looked at Shen Qingyi who had retreated one meter.
Mu Yun couldn't help but pull her clothes together to see the scenery covering her body.
She glanced at Shen Qingyi with a sidelong glance, revealing countless charms, as if her charm was natural.
Mu Yun glanced at the sky above the attic again without any expression.
This person's appearance was strange, as if he appeared out of thin air.
He had never heard of anyone being able to break through the barrier of the Nightmare Building.
Otherwise, those who were sold or abducted here, or those who couldn't stand it and wanted to escape, and the monks who wanted to cause trouble, would not have ended up in vain over the years.
And this person, Mu Yun thought of the pressure that had just frightened him and almost made him breathless.
He had never felt such a powerful force!
Even the Hua Niang in the Nightmare Tower seemed not even one ten-thousandth as good as him.
"Sir, are you here to look for a furnace or tripod that you like?"
Furnace?
Shen Qing glanced at the person lying on his side.
Now she has calmed down and no emotion can be seen on her face. She just looks at Mu Yun quietly, which makes Mu Yun feel a little uncomfortable and he pulls at his clothes.
He was very familiar with this kind of gaze. He had been suffering from it since he entered this place.
Over time, I gradually got used to it.
But the monk in front of him seemed a little different from those monks.
There was no trace of evil in his eyes.
Mu Yun tied up his clothes, and the moment he raised his hand, Shen Qingyi inadvertently saw an inconspicuous silver mark on the inside of Mu Yun's wrist.
Something suddenly flashed through Shen Qingyi's mind.
In Luohai Tianyuan, there is a tribe called Jidan. Everyone in the tribe is good at refining medicine and making poisons. All members of the Jidan tribe will tattoo a silver tribe emblem on the inside of their wrist.
However, there are very few Jidan people in the world of immortal cultivation. Except for the exchange meetings held every hundred years, they are generally not open to the outside world, and intermarriage with outsiders is prohibited within the tribe.
As if he noticed Shen Qingyi's gaze, he became alert and reached out to cover his silver mark calmly.
In this continent, or rather the entire Pankong Realm, very few people know about the existence of their Ji clan.
Although he managed to escape when his clan was in danger, he was later sold to the Nightmare Tower by human traffickers who specialized in kidnapping cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation.
This stay lasted for more than fifty years.
And over the past fifty years, he has roughly understood where he is now.
I have long since left the original small world and arrived at the disk space.
There are almost no legends about the Ji people here.
At least in some of the information he heard, there was no news about the Jidan tribe.
Thinking of something, Mu Yun raised his drooping eyes slightly.
"guest?"
The charming voice sounded like a spring breeze.
Shen Qingyi tilted his head slightly to avoid the sound waves that were so subtle that they were almost negligible.
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