Doomsday Sanctuary

Luminous teahouse.

It is nothing at all among the tens of thousands of tea houses in the sanctuary city, even among the hundreds of tea houses in the southern second district of this old city.

Therefore, apart from the location a little bit off, on a very quiet trail, it is very quiet, there is no more characteristic.

The price is on the contrary not cheap, so even the old men who love to drink tea in the neighbourhood are not willing to come, so there are very few customers.

It’s strange today, but there are two young men and women who seem to be looking for such a quiet place to have a love relationship. They came to the teahouse and hid at the corner table. They didn’t drink much tea. They just ate snacks, and they sent it out from time to time. Tired of people's voices.

Yamazawa was dressed in a long gown, like an elegant monk, sitting at the root carving tea table at the door, helplessly brewing tea to pour himself, and from time to time he glanced out the door, showing a little restlessness, and his usual calmness. Qi does not match.

Today was the day of the fleet attack, but he was a little uneasy. It seemed that something was going to happen. This feeling made him very uncomfortable, so the tired and crooked voice of the two young men made him extremely irritable.

He is anxiously waiting for his men to come back and bring back news about the fleet so that he can proceed to the next step.

Today’s weather is very good. It’s early winter. The sun is warming and shining into the shop through the curtain, making the dark teahouse very warm and bright.

Yamajima feels that he likes this feeling. It is very quiet and casual, especially this tea he has fallen in love with. He even plans in his heart that he will keep this teahouse when the fleet is led here, and he can come when he has time. Drink tea.

He picked up the tea cup and took a sip, the aroma of tea entered into the lungs, and I forgot about the tranquility and introverted things. This feeling gave him endless aftertaste. He seemed to like this tranquility more than wine.

At this moment, he suddenly felt the light dimmed, and then the bead curtain in front of the door lightly sounded, and a tall figure walked in, blocking the sunlight, and the room immediately became dim. It seemed that the warmth was lost in an instant, and a trace of chill rose.

Yamazawa looked over, and saw a tall young man standing at the door.

The eyebrows are like sharp swords, the eyes are like stars, the face is like a sharp axe, the lines are tough, the complexion is firm and stylish, a navy blue swordsman uniform with a straight pen, and a long dark brown hair. The golden ribbon is tied behind his head, and the whole person is neat and refreshing.

He was carrying a long sword with a gold handle and silver sheath, and his body was full of vigorous vitality, and the sunlight behind him was so dazzling.

As soon as he entered the room, even a pair of young men and women who were getting crooked looked over. The eyes of the good-looking girl suddenly flashed with light, as if countless small stars were flashing in it, and a trace of flushing appeared on his face, as if moving. Take it easy.

The young man’s eyes also lit up slightly, as if seeing the appearance of his female partner, his face instantly became ugly. There was a trace of dissatisfaction in the eyes of this man, and she gave a cold snort. The girl seemed to feel her boyfriend’s dissatisfaction. He immediately avoided his eyes, but then he swept over involuntarily.

But at this time, Shan Jian's eyes were slightly condensed, looking up and down the young man who had just entered, there was a tremor in his heart.

Professionals!

From this small teahouse to his hand, no professional has ever come in. Today, a professional has come.

"Transformation!"

Moreover, he was still a strong person in the form of transformation from his induction, and he immediately let go of his vigilance.

The city of refuge has not a few strong transforming states now, and there are eight thousand if you don't have ten thousand, so it is not too unusual to encounter a transforming state in the city of refuge.

"Boss, come to pot Yinhao!"

The young man entered the teahouse and glanced at Shanzhang.

Yamajima was still qualified, and said with a gentle smile:

"Guests, please sit down and the tea will be ready soon!"

The young man was sitting directly on an ancient wooden tea table not far from the edge of the mountain, with his back to the door, facing the young couple, seeing the girl peeking at him, he immediately pointed at her. A gentle smile.

The girl suddenly looked hot, panicked like a deer and dodges her gaze aside, her face is red, but her eyes are full of joy.

"you!"

The young man's face flushed suddenly, but his gaze met the long sword on the table and his courage dissipated like a tide, and he had to beg the girl not to look more.

However, at this time, the girl changed her previous tenderness. Not only did she ignore him, she also avoided his intimacy. She looked at the young man from time to time, and the spring in her eyes was like spring is coming.

Yamazawa really made a pot of tea and brought it over. The young people tasted the tea elegantly. The elegant temperament made the girl as excited as taking medicine. He didn't have any thoughts at all to talk to the man, just coping with it. , One side winks from time to time.

When Yamazawa saw this, he was completely relieved. It seemed that he was not a secret spy, but probably just a cultivator who wandered in.

Snapped!

At this moment, suddenly the door curtain moved, and a figure walked in anxiously, it was the old man who had left the mountain.