Chapter 1212

Duanmu Ya looked up and saw the four natural and handsome words of Tianfeng inn. She looked up and continued to look up. It seemed that it was three floors. The building was very beautiful.

It's just, it's dark.

In other inns, there was some light, but there was no light at the peak inn that day. Duanmu yawang was about to ask if there was no one in the inn. The shopkeeper said in a warm voice: "Gongyu, it's inconvenient for me to carry something in my hand. Please knock on the door."

"Oh, good."

Duanmu yawang reacted and knocked on the door.

"Cluck" a few times, she stopped. However, the good film was engraved, and there was no movement in it.

She couldn't help it. "Shopkeeper, but there's no one in the inn?"

"No."

"Is that sleeping?"

"Not necessarily."

The shopkeeper shook his head and pondered for a moment. He suddenly raised his head and said in a loud voice: "Mr. Xiao, I'm the shopkeeper of Liufang Pavilion. I want to ask you for something here. I'm very sorry to disturb you late at night."

The whole street was quiet. Duanmu yawang believed that as long as there were people in the inn, and if he didn't fall asleep, he couldn't hear it.

However, after a while, there was still no sound.

Duanmu yawang was thinking about whether she should not be so troublesome. She simply went back to the suburbs. She felt a burst of wind. She immediately felt a strong spiritual pressure coming towards them.

At the same time, a palm wind attacked her directly!

Duanmu Ya looked at her face, turned over and dodged, and hit back at the same time!

"Bang!"

Two auras collided and burst out a strong aura pressure, emitting a loud noise in the night sky.

Duanmu yawang listened to the noise and stood still. She was about to find the enemy's position. A spirit pressure came straight from her head. The spirit pressure was very strong, and her scalp was numb immediately.

She hit back with luck. The other party's spirit pressure was too strong. She still staggered for two steps to stabilize her steps. At the same time, she looked up at her head, but there was no one above.

The other side is very strong.

Duanmu yawang has never met a person who can fight with her like this, but can't even see a figure. His face can't help but sink. When he is thinking about why the other party should fight against him, a very low and pleasant voice came from behind her, that is, in front of the Tianfeng Inn: "where's the little guy? His strength is good."

Duanmuya looked back and saw a man standing in front of the Tianfeng inn.

The man was standing tall, handsome and unmarried. His eyes were long and narrow, and there was sharp light flickering between his eyelids. He was wearing a dark gray robe. The robe looked very simple and looked more like coarse cloth. He simply pulled up part of his silver hair with a wooden hairpin.

Very simple dress up.

However, on him, it doesn't seem simple. There is a lazy and casual noble spirit in his body, especially the momentum revealed by his eyes.

In short, this is a powerful figure who doesn't stick to one style.

Duanmu yawang looked carefully. The shopkeeper finally responded. He came forward with two food boxes and bowed respectfully to the man. The guest said politely, "Mr. Xiao."

"Yes."

The man answered lightly, and a pair of sharp purple eyes stared at Duanmu yawang: "you said that Fu Lingjun had something to ask me? It has something to do with this little guy?"

"Exactly."

The shopkeeper said truthfully: "this is Gongyu Deyin, Gongyu's son. He is an outsider. Shortly after he first came to Ziyun City, he encountered some trouble and wanted to find a safe place to live, so..."

Mr. Xiao answered: "so, Fu Lingjun thought of me?"

"Yes."

"In the eyes of Fu Lingjun, my Tianfeng inn is a special place to receive trouble?"

"No, childe absolutely doesn't mean that." the shopkeeper hurriedly spoke for Fu Lingjun, "we childe believe in Mr. Inn..."

"That's all."

Mr. Xiao reached out and casually interrupted the shopkeeper's words. He said irrefutably, "you should know the rules of Tianfeng inn. We won't take people in because of your word."

The shopkeeper was stunned and quickly responded. He asked Duanmu yawang, "Gongyu, what Keepsake did our childe give you?"

"Oh, yes."

Duanmu yawang listened to him. When Fu Lingjun took out her jade pendant, Mr. Xiao saw it, smiled, raised his hand and looked lazily and elegantly at Duanmu yawang, hooked his fingers, "come here."

"Oh."

Duanmu yawang walked over obediently and stopped one meter away from each other.

Mr. Xiao spread his palm upward and directly stuck in his mouth: "give me the jade pendant."

"Ah?"

Isn't it just a keepsake?

Why doesn't this man play cards according to common sense and ask for jade pendant directly?

Duanmu yawang was a little confused and looked at the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper nodded. Duanmu yawang hesitated and handed the jade pendant to Mr. Xiao.

Mr. Xiao hooked his lips and smiled on his face, making his face more beautiful. He turned the jade pendant over a few times and looked carefully for a while. Then he put the jade pendant on his waist in a happy mood, "since I have received something, I can't help you with a small favor."

The shopkeeper hurriedly said, "thank you, Mr. Xiao."

Mr. Xiao didn't speak. He turned and knocked on the door. His voice said lazily: "Lingfan, you can open the door."

Can you open the door?

Duanmu yawang listened to this word. Somehow, he always felt that Mr. Xiao was very much like the procuress in the railing yard. When the guest gave the money, he said contentedly, "girls can come down and greet the guests.".

At the thought of this metaphor, duanmuya looked at the corners of her mouth and couldn't help twitching. She felt that there was something wrong with her brain. Somehow, she thought of such a metaphor from this lazy and noble Mr. Xiao

As soon as Mr. Xiao's words fell, the original dark Tianfeng Inn was lit from the first floor to the third floor. Then, the door of Tianfeng Inn was opened.

Duanmu yawang raised his eyes and looked inside. There was everything that other Inns should have, but the decoration was more elegant and meticulous. At a glance, he knew that the owner had a particularly good taste.

Look at the furnishings in the inn, and then look at the coarse cloth clothes on Mr. Xiao. Duanmu yawang feels that Mr. Xiao seems to be split. He wears so simple, but the inn is so beautifully decorated. It's really... Unique taste.

incorrect!

Duanmu yawang thought this was not the point. The point was that the inn was empty and no one saw it. Didn't Mr. Xiao call a name just now?

Anyone here?

In the blink of an eye, how did it disappear?

Duanmu yawang was a little confused. She remembered that when Mr. Xiao fought with her before, she didn't seem to have seen each other. When she remembered now, she didn't see the spirit flag.

... it's a little weird.