Qing glanced back at a piece of snow behind her, ignoring what she said about not regretting it. "I will not take back what I promised, this is my belief that I will never change. But if you still struggle, then I can only take it as a disguised rejection. ------”

"Hahaha!! I know that you will regret it when you hear my words! But you just don't have the steps to go down, so just regret it obediently, Caster" Ichijo Yukie said and lay on Qing's back, and the corners of Qing's eyes couldn't help but twitch a little and glanced back with his eyes, and what he saw was the smiling very happy smile, and a little fox smell mixed with that happy smile.

Qing silently withdrew her gaze and exhaled deeply to regain her spirits. That kind of smile or the sweetness in the smile, Qing has a familiar feeling from the bottom of his heart, although he can be sure that he has not seen it a few times, but every time it is a profound that cannot be forgotten! Qing looked straight at the road ahead, didn't say anything, and walked forward with a snow painting on his back.

Walking on the road that has been covered with dust, it is not fast to say that Zhongqing has entered the city, and the prosperous appearance still exists, but there is a thick layer of sand and dust to cover it. Walking on the ground has accumulated a thick layer of sparse dust, and each step that falls can raise a small piece of dust, leaving a deep footprint.

The spiritual veins under your feet are very small, some are as thick as fingers, and they are not at the same level as the spiritual veins in places such as Liudong Temple or the Great Gymnasium! But Qing is obviously not idle to do this kind of thankless work, the life of ordinary people is like living near the water, although ordinary people do not perceive the existence of underground spiritual veins, but the magic released by their own spiritual veins will more or less give people physical fitness, the reduction of illness, physical strength, longevity, these invisible things from generation to generation will concentrate people in a place with the most dense spiritual veins, and indirectly become the location of the center of Dongmu.

Although the spiritual veins in Qingshuo are extremely small, the advantage is that they are very dense and numerous. Relatively speaking, this will be a lot safer invisibly, after all, the magic power released by the big spiritual vein like the Liudong Temple can restore the magic power that the Lord fixed to provide to the Servant, so it is not surprising that that kind of place can definitely be occupied by other camps as a position, so there is not much difference between Qing going to that kind of place to prepare and stir up trouble.

Qing walked with her head buried in her thoughts, and the marks left along the way fell into the ground one by one and hid autonomously, and a snow painting on Qing's back also saw Qingguang walking with a frown and no words, and she also kept her mouth shut. Although Qing subconsciously lacked the nagging of the woman on her back, and somewhat lacked a hint of cheerful atmosphere, the relatively solemn silence would be a little 'better' for the future battle.

Qing remembers that not long ago, Rider told Guo Qing that although most of the people in the city have chosen to flee, there are still nearly 1,000 people left, including many lonely and widowed old people who can't walk, and there are also many idle people who rely on the group's force. They rely on people to go to the empty building and can't take away the funds in disguise to obtain wealth, no one can rectify, take as much as you want, gold and silver jewelry stores or convenience stores along the way, Qing has seen very few that have not been pried open.

Maybe Qing himself was regarded as a lonely ordinary population, and when Qing paid attention, the road ahead had been blocked by four or five bad people with strange hairstyles and different colors. Qing looked back at a snow painting behind him, after all, Qing rarely cares about this kind of thing, but it is impossible for the person on his back not to care.

But after Qing saw the woman on her back clearly, she could really only say that she really wouldn't care about these things, or that she wouldn't care about all things. Because the saliva at the corners of her mouth is about to flow onto Qing's back! I didn't know that this woman was close to the end of the battle, and she could still talk about such death. Qing muttered in the bottom of his heart, and in the end, it could only be attributed to this woman's rough nerves.

"Hey~~!! I said that beautiful chick with white flowers--- ah~------------" I just opened my mouth and said half a sentence, and before I could finish the words, my nose fell to the ground slightly deformed, as if the handing over film was suddenly cut short in the middle. The bad back just touched the ground, and Qing was already standing behind the group of bad guys.

"Before you speak clearly, you need to see what the thing in front of you is, otherwise you will hit a wall like this." Qing's gaze swept over the other four dull-faced bad, all of this happened too unreal, so the bad ones whose brains were not processed in time froze in place.

According to the usual group fights, these bad people have already erupted into anger when they sort out the facts from their sluggishness, and they are going to rush to the position where Qing is standing! But after all, what they were in front of them was not a casual figure, but an iron wall that they couldn't touch, just like Qing said, 'If you can't see clearly, then you'll hit a wall.' ”

Everything ended quickly, and even a snow painting on Qing's back was not woken up, and when Qing turned to leave, the rest were a few bad people who fell to the ground with their noses covered and couldn't keep crying, and Qing just slightly pulled the fists of several of them, so that each other's blows hit their teammates' noses.

The small episode passed in a flash, and if you don't remember it, it will be like the dust on the street being blown away, and Qing walked forward indifferently, obviously the root was not concerned about what had just happened. Her master was still sleeping soundly on her back, and if Qing hadn't used magic to wipe off the drooling from time to time, Qing wouldn't have let her sleep so peacefully on her back. And Qing did all this in the hope that this woman could show her best state after nightfall, and really end this feast with Qing!

Qing silently walked through an inconspicuous alley, basically ignoring the various domestic garbage piled up in it, and simply following the direction of the spiritual vein. But just before Qing was about to walk out of the alley, Qing stopped again. Because of the person in front of him, Qing can't do it to the extent that he doesn't care.

The golden soft hair, the holy green pupils flashed with a cold gaze, the blue dress carried a heavy battle armor with a silver texture, and the most dazzling thing was the golden holy sword that Qing could never look at directly----------