Chapter 419 Attack of Strong Enemy

Mr. Peng San, who was dressed in white and with jade belt, gently squeezed the cup of Chinese wine and his eyes were long: "You can see that there are three types of demons in this world."

The people here looked at each other in con'ssment. I don't know why Mr. Peng suddenly said this.

"The demon starts at the beginning of chaos, but any bird and beast refines the horizontal bones in the brain and obtains wisdom, it can be called a demon. The first type of demon, with pure bloodline, is either from the beginning of chaos, or the acquired transformation of birds and beasts. They can change into human shape, covered with a skin, or walk in the wilderness or play in the downtown. Mortal people don't notice it, and they don't know it. The second type of demons, they are a little smart, but they are ignorant. They can't speak, and they can't tell the world. Maybe they can have strong power, but they can only appear in the world in the appearance of beasts for the rest of their lives. In you, they are all called demons.

Mr. Peng's tone was low and soft, and his voice was slightly magnetic. While talking, he had taken the merchants to another world they were not familiar with.

The night is slightly cooler, the fireworks sing and dance on the river, and the piano flute disturb the breeze.

The middle-aged businessman with a round belly was a little fascinated. He glanced at the dancing Meiji and subconsciously swallowed: "The third type of demon mentioned by the prince will not be the legendary beautiful banshee, will it?"

When the words fell, the merchants were stunned at first, and then laughed in unison.

Only Jia Baiwan frowned, glanced at Mr. Peng beside him, and was slightly relieved to see his face as usual.

"It's not, it's not."

Mr. Peng didn't think it was strange, and then just said, "Speaking of which, the third type of demon makes the fireworks river become such a beautiful hero as today."

"Oh? Please speak, my son. I'll listen to you.

Merchants are interested. In the interception of merchants, their limelight far exceeds that of the so-called coquettish talents, and the tradition of vassal elegance is naturally placed on them.

Putting down the wine cup, Mr. Peng smiled and said, "This third type of demon is commonly known as a pseudo-demon, which is the offspring of the combination of real demons and mortals. They were born with human bodies, but they also retain the characteristics of some monsters. As the age gradually becomes older and time goes by, the characteristics of the monsters they have are no longer so obvious. Because of the change of blood, even if the ancestors are the descendants of people and demons, it is difficult for a pseudo-demon to appear again today. However, I don't know why. After His Majesty came to this land with his ministers more than a hundred years ago, he found that there were many pseudo-demons here. Pseudo-demons are born tyrannical and murderous. They are neither human or demons, which can be said to be a great disaster for the people. Therefore, His Majesty sent people to catch all the pseudo-demons and killed them and abandoned the fireworks river. As a result, the fireworks river was completely dyed red, which is enough to see how bloodthirsty those fake demons are.

After a few words, the wine is cold.

The merchants were surprised and still remembered. After listening to Mr. Peng's words about the third type of demon, that is, the pseudo-monster, everyone only felt that they had known each other. Such a person, they also heard from those old people who lived for a long time when they were children. Under the rule of Da Kuang and the emperor in the past, there have been some strange-looking people, often heroes with high skills. Although they are indeed murderous, they are not as unbearable as Mr. Peng said, and I don't know why your majesty is big today. Killing.

"It seems that I don't allow mortals to marry demons to your majesty. Brother Tang, even if there is a beautiful and affectionate witch sent to your door, you will not be blessed." A businessman made fun of him.

The rich businessman with a big belly did not blush and said, "Who said that there is no blessing? At worst, just don't keep seeds."

When the voice fell, the crowd laughed loudly.

Speaking of which, it is inevitable to go back to the wind and snowy night. The merchants say a word and then make a joke. A light smile appeared on Mr. Peng's lips, but deep in the smile, there was a strong disgust.

"The third son..."

Seeing that Mr. Peng San finally returned to the table, Jia Baiwan whispered, "I will go to Liu County first and come back later."

"Hence." Mr. Peng narrowly swept over the ugly merchants, shook his head and sighed, "This Fireworks Chamber of Commerce has its own name, and it is in the midst of its failure. I thought I could meet some real elegant people here, but I was inevitably disappointed if I didn't want to.

"My subordinates are negligent." Jia Wan's face tightened, and he was really scared.

"Why does Mr. Jia blame himself? It's just my wishful thinking. What does it have to do with you? You don't have to go to Liu County. I'll just go. Mr. Peng said.

"This..." Jia Baiwan was a little embarrassed: "The prince is the body of ten thousand gold. How can he go there?"

"Why, after only being a big businessman for a few years, Jia Lao forgot who I was?" Mr. Peng's tone became colder and colder, his eyes fell to the south, and a trace of interest appeared between his eyebrows: "The world has been peaceful for a long time, and even those stubborn thieves dare not be so arrogant. I'd like to see who is so bold to commit murder in my territory.

"Don't be careless, the prince who was killed. The county king who was killed is a blood feather. Although he is an acquired demon, at least he also has the cultivation of four heavens." Jia Baiwan knew that he could not persuade him, so he reminded him.

"Mr. Jia is too cautious. I am only half a step away from the real fairyland. If the man's cultivation has reached the real immortality, he will never be idle to kill a small county king. Under the true immortals, looking at the three dynasties, if you can have the power to fight with me, you can count it with one hand.

Mr. Peng said softly in a flat tone.

After hearing such tense words for a long time, Jia Baiwan was stunned, as if he remembered who the person in front of him was at this time.

The three dynasties came to the eastern boundary, divided the boundaries of each other, and they were at peace with each other. The immortals and demons who stayed in the Three Dynasties were among the public, either to find a place to practice, or to change their identity to wander among mortals and live a stable and peaceful life. Although I don't know how long such a day can last, I can enjoy one more day.

All mortals envy immortals, but who knows that the so-called immortals and demons do not envy the calm and warm mortal world.

After being a rich businessman for more than ten years, Jia Baiwan enjoyed it and completely forgot his former identity. It was not until Mr. Peng, who went out for a long trip, came to him that Jia Wanfang woke up, but he was a little worried about gains and losses. Fortunately, the third son just wanted to enjoy the amorous feelings of the fireworks. Unexpectedly, just now, a county magistrate of Liu County was killed under its jurisdiction, and another county magistrate gathered demons to spread the whole country. Before long, the county magistrates will gather in Liu County.

"So, I wish the third son success."

Jia Baiwan was used to living a life of peace and stability. It was not until Mr. Peng San said that he woke up like a dream.

I'm worried that no one has to worry about Mr. Peng San. Although Mr. Peng is young, he is only in his early 200s, but he inherits the purest bloodline of his ancient family. As early as more than a hundred years ago, Jia Baiwan heard that Mr. Peng's third son had got 80% of his father's true biography. Now he has six heavens, and among the strong people who left behind, he is also a number of them.

"You are my father's former subordinate and my uncle and elder. You don't need to be so polite in the future."

Standing up, Mr. Peng said to Jia Baiwan, turned around and was about to leave.

Although the seats of the two were in the corner, they seemed to be the focus of attention. They could not escape from the eyes and ears of the merchants. They faintly heard the word "subordinates" and saw that Mr. Peng San was about to leave. The merchants in the pavilion couldn't sit still.

"Where is Mr. Peng going?" The rich businessman surnamed Tang straightened his belly and asked with a smile.

"There are some things to deal with, so I won't accompany you." Mr. Peng replied with a smile.

"We are really lucky to meet Mr. Peng. I don't know when we will meet today. I hope you can leave your address and visit him in the future."

Another businessman surnamed Bo got up and said that among the merchants present, he obviously had a high status, only under Jia million.

"Jingjing, Gouchen Avenue, Pengfu."

Mr. Peng San did not hide it and said with a smile.

His voice fell, and there was silence in the attic. At this time, even a needle fell to the ground and could be clearly heard.

Most of the merchants were still stunned, and the inspiration had begun to trembling. Before long, everyone reacted and looked at Mr. Peng San with a frightened face, and his body couldn't help shrinking back, as if to squeeze himself into the wall.

Seeing this, the noble man in white and jade belt shook his head amusedly.

"I've heard people talk about Ye Gong's allusion to Haolong, which has always been regarded as a ridiculous story. Today, it seems that the allusion is true at all. Everyone is Ye Gong."

The voice fell, and Mr. Peng's figure gradually disappeared from the pavilion.

The merchants wiped the cold sweat on their foreheads and looked at Jia Baiwan, who was sitting in the corner and drinking quietly. The heartbeat echoed in the pavilion, even louder than the piano flute in the distance.

Jiejing, which is the capital of the Jie Dynasty. It is said that there are many demons and clouds. From afar, even the walls are purple, and there are no houses in the capital. There are only black abyss and purple peaks. Those big demons and little demons live in the caves. And Gouchen Avenue is said to be the most famous mountain road in Jiejing. Those who live in that mountain cave are all tens of thousands of years old demons.

I don't know who spread this statement first. Over the years, many people have been take it seriously.

As for the person who intercepted the surname Peng, the rich merchants only know one person - that person is the master of the dynasty.

"Is it that the stable days are really coming to an end..."

Aware of the frightened eyes of the merchants from time to time, Jia Baiwan sighed secretly.

He got up and looked far away and looked south.

Clouds rolled under the moonlight, and occasionally a wisp of cloud shadow can be seen in the blood-red river, but it was instantly covered by another huge shadow, like a bird and a fish.