The strongest medical saint in the city

Chapter 3272 The Tranquility Before the Storm

Lingqiao didn't answer, but after eating all the cakes, he said:

"I still want to eat."

It's just a little ancestor!
But Lingqiao wants to eat, what can Zhou You do, he can only go get it for him again.

Although snacks can be served in private rooms, ten dishes per plate is fine, and hundreds or thousands are enough to attract people's attention.

"Then who, you're a foodie, how many plates are there?"

There was a monk who was staring at the private room, and his voice immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Most don't care, but there are nosy ones.

Having asked the waiter to deliver it, Zhou You had no choice but to go out and buy it in person with the Lingshi in his pocket for Lingqiao, who had a sudden appetite and craved dim sum.

However, as soon as he went out, he was pointed out.

The monk who howled at first, because he couldn't afford the high cost of the private room, pointed at Zhou You in retaliation, and said righteously to the person next to him:

"In such an occasion, they still want to take advantage of it. There are really everyone."

Seeing that Zhou You didn't hold back, he continued to hold desserts for Lingqiao, and didn't take himself seriously at all.

Feeling like a clown monk, he couldn't help panting heavily.

"That's right, looking at him like that, the desserts are almost gone, it's a shame."

Zhou You didn't care, and continued to get desserts.

Lingqiao, who was eating snacks in the private room, suddenly raised his head and looked at the void with a frown. He seemed to be talking to someone, but also seemed to be talking to himself. He frowned and said, "Why are those flies in the Yan family Still flying around!"

Zhou You was not clear about the abnormality of the Lingqiao in the private room, but he was very aware of Zhou You's horrible appetite, so he simply gave a bag of high-grade spirit stones to the waiter.

"enough?"

The waiter delivered it a hundred and eighty times, and at first he didn't want to go again, but when he saw a bag of high-grade spirit stones, he immediately smiled like a flower, and nodded repeatedly: "You are welcome, the private room already includes spirit fruit snacks."

Zhou You was not polite to her, and said directly: "I also want a lot of pastries."

"how much do you need?"

I couldn't tell whether the handsome guy in front of me was a foodie or a big eater. The waiter couldn't help asking.

Thinking about the Lingqiao, Zhou You simply said: "How many do you have, how many do you have? Are these Lingshi enough?"

A private room is just a piece of high-grade spirit stone, not to mention, the person who travels around this private room is still the person from Fangzhangshan of Donglin Hotel, who directly appointed him by default, and belongs to the VIP among the VIPs.

In other words, even if Zhou You said nothing, no one could say anything.

"Wow, he's still a local tyrant!"

While Zhou You was discussing with them, the short-haired girl who hadn't entered the auction and another curly-haired girl sitting next to her whispered, "Hey, look, did he come over?"

The curly-haired girl ran down her hair, glanced at Zhou You, saw his dark eyes, looked straight at this side, couldn't help but beat her heart, quickly lowered her head, and whispered excitedly to the short-haired girl:

"Really, don't you hear it?"

It was originally the wrong person, but he took so many snacks by himself and couldn't finish them all. Isn't that a waste, and it shouldn't be a waste to be handsome.

The curly-haired girl muttered to herself.

"It's so far away, he can hear it."

The short-haired girl was a little uncertain, and then she denied it herself: "That's right, I heard from grandpa that monks are very sharp."

The two girls were not qualified to enter the auction hall, but they were able to work in the Donglin Hotel, but they were told to live well, and they understood the truth that disasters come from mouths.

Zhou You, who had explained to the waiter, cleared half of the Lingguo snacks on display, ignored the jealousy and comments of others, and when he was about to return to the private room again, he was suddenly stopped by someone.

The other party was a man of ordinary appearance and ordinary cultivation, wearing an expensive and exquisite hand-cut suit, holding a young and beautiful female companion on his arm, who was obviously also the invitation object of the auction.

However, he looked at Zhou You's unkind expression, with contempt: "You are so poor again, is Penglai already so poor?"

"Who are you?"

Zhou You, who didn't remember who the man in front of him was, thought of his task of uniting the entire cultivation world, so he still had a good temper and didn't move his fist immediately.

The visitor couldn't maintain his demeanor immediately, and said angrily, "You don't know me?"

Zhou You recalled it for a while, then shook his head, "I don't know."

"You, you are fine! How dare you forget me, Zhao Chen!"

The man who claimed to be Zhao Chen was furious when he heard the words, pointed at Zhou You and yelled, "Don't be complacent, you only took the helm of Penglai with the help of a woman, now the old soul...!"

Zhou You didn't want to hear any words from him to slander the old soul. The auction will prohibit hands-on actions, but if you don't stop them, the flies will keep screaming in your ears.

He directly grabbed the plate of pastries, turned over the pastry inside, and blocked the mouth of the visitor with an empty plate:

"If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb, or you want to be dumb."

As if being stared at by a fierce beast, Zhao Chen closed his mouth with a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

Zhou You ignored this passer-by and continued to walk towards his private room.

But halfway through, Zhou You felt something was wrong.

This feeling of being watched... Zhou You quietly put the pastry storage bag he brought to Lingqiao back to the center of the abyss, and then summoned the Qiankun fan that had been repaired by Wan Chengyu in his hand.

"Boss?"

Because of Zhou You's behavior, he couldn't bear the stones of Lingqiao, so he came out from the center of the abyss to wait and see.

Having no time to answer Shitou, Zhou You quickened his pace, but instead of going to the private room, he went to the open-air balcony where there was no one else.

Sure enough, Zhou You noticed the person who was following, and stepped up to follow.

"Our purpose is to capture Zhou You alive. If it's too difficult, the benefactor said that he can be killed." The monk who was telling the younger brother was suddenly grabbed by the neck, and immediately asked in a cold voice: "Are you who?"

Yo, it's pretty cool.

Zhou You looked at him, but he didn't know him, so he raised his eyebrows and replied: "You say you want to capture alive, so who is your benefactor?"

Before leaving Donglin Hotel and going to Optimus Prime, Zhou You was impetuous, and his sins were many sects of comprehension, so he was not angry when he was provoked by Zhao Chen before, but now he heard these so-called "gold masters buy their lives" , nor angry.

"Kill! There is an order from the Yan family, the reward for those killed will be doubled!"

A cold voice sounded from the balcony, and the person restrained by Zhou You immediately fought back desperately.

The Yan family?

Yan family?

Which language?

Countless question marks flashed in Zhou You's mind, but the other party referred to "Zhou You" by name again, so it should be impossible to make a mistake.

"Wait, let's be clear first..." When did I make such a life-and-death enmity?Traveling around is completely inexplicable.

But before he could say it clearly, there were already some monks ignoring Donglin Hotel...

(End of this chapter)