Chapter 107 There is someone outside the door

In the 'Ren' room, six people from Dongfangtou sat around a table full of various dishes. Dongfang and Long Yu grabbed the chopsticks without any rudeness, and the other people were dripping with a huge sweat on their foreheads. Dongfang Amber raised her hand with chopsticks and was just about to pick up the vegetables. Seeing this battle, her hand was a little stiff.

A few minutes later...

"hiccup... so full (not bad)"..." I kept watching the few people they ate put down their chopsticks and look at the two people who were satisfied with burping and sighing, shaking their heads and laughing. Long Yu caught a glimpse of them putting down their chopsticks and waving their hands proudly: "Why don't you eat them? Although this first-class building is a little expensive, it tastes good.

"We are full when we watch you two eat." Murong Xi looked up and drank all the wine in the glass and smiled.

The two greasy mouths looked at the mess on the table together, and their faces were a little embarrassed. Dongfang Tuo muttered, "Who told you to inquire about something for so long? I've been hungry that I put my chest to my back."

"But I didn't ask anything." Murong Xi put down the wine glass in his hand with some frustration. Suddenly, he looked at the others on the table with a solemn face.

"They didn't get what they wanted, and they didn't lose anything." Dongfang thought about the inadvertent glance of the cold smoke in the sky-shaped room when he went out. Obviously, he was smiling, but he inexplicably felt a strange feeling of being seen through. Shake your head and shake off the discomfort.

I got up and walked to the washstand by the window to remove the wet cotton cloth and wipe the oil stains on the corners of my mouth. The water in the basin reflected the ordinary face of the east. With the vibration of the ground and the movement of the east, there were ripples in circles, and even the reflection of the clear moon in the water was distorted. He casually threw the cotton cloth into the basin full of water, and the reflection of the clear moon in the night sky was also broken. Only the cotton cloth quietly sank to the bottom of the basin.

"No, we will make a steady profit." Mu Yin's voice opened in a timely manner, which was completely shrewd and stunned.

"What do you say?" Oriental Amber asked.

"When I first entered the Yipin Building, I heard the diners in the lobby below talking about the three people just now. Do you know who is the most famous border city owner in the prosperous times? Mu Yin suddenly changed his words and asked a few people present.

Originally, Dongfanglu was still interested in listening to it, but now she was completely silent. She hasn't even understood the southeast and northwest now, not to mention what does it have to do with her?

Dongfang Yin, who has been nestled in the backyard of Dongfang Mansion, naturally doesn't know who it is. He listens to their opinions quietly. If you look carefully, you will find that there has been something wrong with Dongfang Yin since the attack in the dense forest. Maybe he doesn't even know what's going on.

Murong Xi and Dongfang Amber meditated a little, and Amber answered first: "Licheng City Lord Cold Pool."

Murong Xi smiled but said, slowly shaking the fan and waiting for Mu Yin's answer. Dongfang suddenly wanted to say: Come on... There is a prize, and there is a prize for the right answer.

"To be precise, Leng Xiuyan, the son of the lord of the cold city, but the world thinks he is his father. Leng Xiuyan doesn't say how old he is and how old he can write poetry. It is said that at the age of ten, he has been able to reach the first stage of Baiyin Wuling, which has been practiced for decades. According to the time, it has been more than eight years since then. From the beginning of Baiyin to the end of the current Moziwu Sheng, it is really a terrible future. Mu Yin said that his face was also full of appreciation.

During the banquet, several people quietly listened to the news from where Mu Yin came from. Except for Dongfang and Dongfangyin, they don't know any class.

The oriental amber has been moving towards the road to become the [Flame Golden Martial Soul] one day, but it was so shocked that it bounced up. Full of shock, he didn't think about how he jumped the [colorless] level. In just eight years, he promoted from the primary level of silver to the end of ink and purple, which made him unable to figure out what he could do?

The sudden situation really scared several people. Dongfang's stomach, which had just been full, could not stand the shock. A hiccup came out, and several people on the table were stunned. Including the hand of Oriental Amber, who had not had time to put down on the table.

"You... hiccup, you continue." Dongfanglu doesn't care whether there is water or wine in the glass, and he looks up and drinks it all. Dongfang Yin wanted to stop it, but he didn't have time to speak: That's wine...

It's so spicy - it's wine. Feeling the burning sensation of liquor into the abdomen and wrinkled his face uncomfortably, Dongfang's whole body was a little dizzy at this time.

Murong Xi understood Amber's frustration at this time. Amber sneaked out of the house in order not to find a hidden master to teach him martial arts. Although martial arts practitioners are everywhere in the whole continent, it really requires great effort, sweat and patience to reach a certain level.

The difference between martial soul and phantom soul is that martial arts can be achieved through acquired efforts and certain qualifications. The phantom soul only adds the so-called 'fate' and uncertain factors under the conditions that the martial artist has. Therefore, although there are people who are not afraid of death, there are some things that you can't succeed without your life. Even if you have life, you may not be able to control the mythical beast.

"Amber boy, don't pretend to shock other people's cultivation. According to me, you are not under him." Long Yu threw the fine bamboo stick (toothpick) in his hand back in a perfect straight line, passing through the window paper with his back to the door with the sound of breaking the air and shooting out...

"Is there someone outside!?" Murong Xi then reacted and opened the door to check around, but except for the faint noise from the lobby and the warbler on the second floor, there was basically no one walking around on the third floor: Who was it just now? How fast?

After reconfirming that the movement just now has gone away, Murong Xicai closed the door with a solemn face to isolate the noise outside and walked back to the table and shook his head.

At this time, the night was quiet, and Yinhui sprinkled into the room through the open window, as if it had coated the ground with silver powder.

The night breeze was slightly cool, blowing the corners of several people's clothes, and the ink hair gently stroked the corners of their foreheads and eyebrows. The green vegetation in the potted plants in the room also swayed lightly, and the colorful tassels on the top of the bed tent also shook with the wind...

"by the way, Mu Yin, who are the two people behind Leng Xiuyan?" Dongfang didn't want the atmosphere to be so heavy. He was curious about a beautiful man who was more evil than a woman after coming to this alien world.

"The bright and evil person is the son of Han Zijin, a salt merchant in Licheng. The person who chatted with Mr. Murong was Gong Yaocen, the son of Jia Gongzhuang, a silk merchant in the same city. He is known as the third son of Licheng, and each person has a nickname...

The reason why the border town of Licheng is so prosperous is that it is rich in products and produces salt and silk as the most, and the fathers of the three of them are also friends in distress.

"Okay, stop." Dongfang raised his hand to make a 'fork' posture and looked at Mu Yin with a 'sad' face quite speechlessly: "I just want to know what their names are, not to check their household registration."