Host, You're Targeted

Yan Huai and his party came down happily. Considering that Tingyuan had just got up and didn't have breakfast, they sat down in the hall and ordered a bowl of noodles casually.

"You don't have to order noodles." Tingyuan put his hands on the table horizontally, "childe, don't you have anything else to do? It's not too late for us to have a meal after we have done something, and it's no big deal if we don't eat a meal. "

Although Ting Yuan said so, but from his happy face, he still liked the feeling of being taken care of.

Yan Huai thought he knew him very well, so he said, "we are not in a hurry. We may not have time to eat until late. It's better to feed you first. You are still growing. Moreover, the imperial doctor said that you are weak. It's better to eat on time."

Tingyuan nodded happily and looked at the bartender who came by with the hot noodles nearby. His feet were shaking unconsciously.

"Here comes the young master." The bartender yelled and brought the noodles over.

At the moment when the front is about to be put in the hands of Tingyuan, a person suddenly bumps into the bottom of the bartender.

The bartender slipped under his feet, knocked the bowl in his hand on the edge of the table, and threw it out with the steaming face. He was about to pour on the court yuan.

Yanhuai clapped the table in time and stood up. He turned to the court yuan by the strength of the table. He grabbed his wrist and pulled him up from the stool.

Court yuan raised his hand to hold Yan Huai's neck, followed him to turn a circle to stabilize the body.

"Ouch

The noodles in the second-hand of the shop spilled all over the floor, and the bowl fell on the ground and broke.

The bartender threw himself on his back on the table, and his outstretched hand knocked off the chopsticks on the table.

The chopsticks fell down, and the chopsticks inside fell to the ground.

The clattering sound has not stopped, TingYang is holding the sword to stand up.

The handle of his sword pointed directly at the man who had just hit the bartender. Even if the sword was not scabbard, it was windy in the moment.

The man was suddenly hit by a sword against his throat, and his expression of surprise when he hit the bartender turned into panic.

"No, no, no, No. spare your life, great Xia!" The man raised his hands. "I, I, I, I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to."

Court yuan is held by Yan Huai to stabilize his body. Yanhuai looks down at his clothes and carefully checks whether he has been scalded.

"It's OK." Court yuan in Yan Huai shoulder patted, "fortunately, you are quick."

Everyone in the hall is looking this way.

The abacus in the shopkeeper's hand fell down and quickly walked over with her skirt.

The bartender helped the table up, but he didn't kneel down on the debris.

"Oh, Hello, it's killing me." The bartender rubbed his stomach, and his facial features were twisted into a piece, "it hurts."

The shopkeeper came to hold him and wanted to touch TingYang's sword.

The shopkeeper's hand swayed several times beside TingYang's scabbard, but he didn't dare to touch it.

"This childe, calm down, calm down..."

TingYang stares at the man he points to, and raises the scabbard up and down.

The man raised his hands, his eyes full of panic.

"This great Xia..."

"This childe Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out.

There is a girl who is very similar to the man who is pointed at by TingYang. She pulls the man pointed by Ting Yang back.

She took the man behind her and said to Ting Yang, "this childe! Have something to say! "