The fat middle-aged man in luxurious clothes was obviously the boss of the carriage team.
Looking at the gold coin handed over by Bai Qingfeng, the eyes of the fat middle-aged suddenly bloomed.
In fact, the cost of riding in this kind of carriage doesn't need to be so expensive. It's just that Bai Qingfeng has no other currency except gold coins, so he pays a gold coin directly.
That's why the fat middle-aged people will see a gold coin and lose their eyes.
"Little brother... Pei Pei, where are you going
Fat middle-aged people even changed their address to Bai Qingfeng, and their attitude became very respectful.
Because he knew very well that this young man who could throw a gold coin at will was definitely not an ordinary person.
"Wasteland."
White breeze light says.
Fat middle-aged respectfully way: "good, young master, please sit down."
At this time, the fat middle-aged voice and some curiosity asked: "young master, say this is..."
What fat middle age refers to is Ying Weiran on Bai Qingfeng's back.
Because Bai Qingfeng is facing the fat middle-aged, so the fat middle-aged can only see Ying Weiran's face.
Even if it's just a little bit, obese middle-aged people feel amazing.
So he was very curious about who the young man was carrying on his back. At the same time, he was also curious about what his real appearance was like.
"This is my friend. She's hurt."
Bai Qingfeng said casually. Under the curious eyes of the rest of the people in the carriage, he came to a deserted position.
First put down Ying Weiran and let him sit in the innermost position. By the way, he deliberately covered Ying Weiran's appearance to avoid some unnecessary troubles.
"All right."
Although the fat middle-aged people witnessed it with their own eyes, they gave up for fear of offending the young man.
Later, Bai Qingfeng sits next to Ying Weiran, and Ying Weiran sits in the most corner. He just blocks the sight of other people in the carriage.
"In other words, with those guards outside, can we reach our destination safely?"
At this time, Bai Qingfeng suddenly asked the fat middle-aged.
At the beginning, he explored that among the guards who accompanied with the carriage team, the one with the highest cultivation was yuxuanjing Sizhong.
Although the Borzoi regiment has been destroyed by his regiment, the news certainly has not spread.
And this carriage team only has this kind of armed force, dare to pass in this area?
"Of course, nothing in this area can threaten us yet."
Chuckles the fat middle-aged.
"What about the Borzoi?"
Bai Qingfeng asked tentatively.
"Just the same."
Listen to fat middle-aged this sentence, Bai Qingfeng almost understand.
Indeed, as the other party said, there is really nothing in this area that can threaten the carriage team.
This is because the coach team is likely to have a cooperative relationship with the Borzoi.
The Borzoi regiment is rampant in this area. Many of the weak warriors who want to pass can only seek the protection of the armed forces.
And this fat middle-aged man, the boss of the carriage team, naturally has a good business.
Then we can reach some cooperation with the Borzoi group, such as paying some protection fees in advance, so that we can pass safely.
Although it's just Bai Qingfeng's guess, he thinks it's all right. Otherwise, where does the middle-aged fat man come from.
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