Demon King's Wife

Chapter 6
A small inn at the foot of the mountain, usually not many people come to stay there, but today it is full, and there are still a steady stream of guests, the inn is so full of people that there is almost no place to sit.

The shopkeeper and the waiter were busy greeting the guests, and they didn't dare to neglect them, let alone drive them away.

The people who came today were all prominent and respectable people, all of them refused, how could this small inn afford to provoke them?
Because of the overcrowding, the guests had a lot of conflicts with each other in order to have a room to live in. Some relied on the power of their families to force the weak to give them rooms.

And some relied on their relatively high level of martial arts to force others to vacate the room.

Ever since, the inn was full of tension, and the battle was imminent.

"Shopkeeper, bring me a good guest room, and immediately prepare good wine and food." A big man with a big knife, as soon as he entered the door of the inn, he gave orders to the shopkeeper without even looking at the people inside. .

"Oh, this guest officer, I'm really sorry, the store is full and there are no rooms." The shopkeeper stepped forward, bowed and apologized five steps away from the big tiger, and told the truth.

In fact, the inn was already full, and even the rooms for him and the waiter had been vacated for guests to live in, and there was no way to vacate another room.

Hubiao put the big knife on the shopkeeper's neck and warned him fiercely: "If you don't give me a good room, I will cut off your head."

"Master, spare your life!" The shopkeeper's frail body couldn't withstand the big knife of the big man, coupled with fear, his legs were weak and he knelt down.

"If you want to survive, then give me a room."

"It's not that I won't get a room for you. I really can't get it out. Look, these people don't have a room either, and they're making a fuss!" The shopkeeper diverted the big man's attention, hoping to save his life.

At this time, a young man with a scar on his face provocatively said: "There are many people who are stronger than you here, and they don't have a room yet. How could it be your turn? I advise you to get out and sleep in the woods." , it would be better."

"You have a scar on your face, how dare you look down on me?" The big man Hubiao took back the big knife on the shopkeeper, and pointed at the man with the scar.

The man with the scar was not afraid, and continued to provoke: "What do you have that I can look up to?"

"I will let you know now, where I can make you think highly of me."

"Oh, really?"

"Take your life." Hubiao brandished the big knife in his hand, and slashed at the scarred man.

The man with the scar leaped lightly, jumped away from the original place, his whole body was suspended in mid-air, and then slowly landed a few steps behind, with his arms around his chest, he taunted: "You're a savage!" It might be useful to go back to farming, but here, it’s courting death.”

"I don't know who died!"

"You'll know soon." The scarred man smiled evilly, and suddenly strode forward to attack the big tiger, with a hook in his hand at some point.

Although Hubiao dodged in time, his arm was still injured by the hook of the man with the scar, but he didn't feel the slightest pain, and continued to rush forward to fight: "I must cut you into three pieces, ah... "

Someone started a fight, and the guests in the inn lobby all retreated to the side to give up the venue.

On the second floor, near the fence, sat a white-faced young man, dressed luxuriously, elegant and handsome, with gentle brows from time to time, but he was indifferent to the fight downstairs, coughing lightly from time to time : "Ahem..."

A middle-aged man sitting next to the man heard his master coughing, quickly poured a cup of tea, and handed it respectfully, "My lord, drink some water, it will make you feel better. I can't find a good doctor in the wild shop in the mountains. If you are free Noisy, I will ask my family to drive away all these scumbags."

Lan Zhengsi took the teacup, took a sip, and said slowly after he calmed down, "It's okay, it's an old problem. As for those people below... Uncle Dong, we don't need to pay attention."

"Yes, son."

(End of this chapter)