Our Hearts Won't Change

With a big voice, he finally called out the boss who was busy in the kitchen.

The boss is used to these people making trouble here. He is good at transferring conflicts. "My Lord, the last five jars of wine in the shop are all given to the guests over there. Now there is no more.

Why don't we discuss with you over there? "

Then the owner put his finger on the other side of the table and looked at the other side of the table.

And sitting around the table, it was just a dozen people in Brown who came in front of their heads.

More than a dozen people's eyes were on the beard. The killing intention made people feel numb, but the beard didn't seem to care. His eyes were all glued to the wind knife drink.

"I'll have a discussion with the hero on the other side. How about sharing the wine with me? It's not for nothing. I'll give you money. "

Having said that, a string of copper coins flew out of the bearded hands and happened to be put on a jar of wine.

If you want to say that people in the river and the lake all know that it's good to be a good person and meet each other in the future, but when they come to the people in brown, they seem not to care at all.

One of the men in brown even hooked up the copper coin with a machete and threw it out directly. With this hook, the thread of the copper coin broke, some copper coins fell to the ground, and some copper coins fell to the wine cup.

I can see that the beards are not right. The people on the opposite side don't pay attention to the rules of the river and lake. They do what they want!

"What do you mean? Look down on Laozi? Dare you fight with me here once? "

He pulled out his beard and put his hands on the bench.

On the other side, the people in Brown didn't seem to see the provocation of whiskers. All of them calmly ate steamed buns and drank a lot.

Beard must be a famous figure in the world. He couldn't bear such contempt. He swept a big bowl out of the table with his left hand.

This power is not light. When flying over, it was shining on the head of one of the men in brown. The man in brown reacted quickly. He drew his sword back to block it. With a "pa", the bowl broke into pieces.

It was also a coincidence that one of the pieces was inserted on the table of the last three people.

This is different from the copper coin falling into the wine cup. People laugh it off, and the broken porcelain pieces are extremely sharp. This kind of behavior is more like provocation.

The three people who finally came in were slightly out of place with the others. They dressed neatly and even walked with eight points of formality. It was obvious that they were not the same people in the same room.

Everyone thought that for the sake of reducing the major matter to the minor one, the correct people would surely let it go. How could they expect that the young one pulled up the fragment and threw it back to the man in brown.

This strength with three points of quickness, just beat a jar of wine into a thin broken, wine instantaneous flow a whole table.

At this time, the man in Brown finally came to life. A dozen people stood up together and showed the ice blade to the table.

At first, the shop owner just wanted to make the man in brown press his beard. Unexpectedly, the situation became a little dangerous as soon as the serial actions came down.

He is still a businessman in the end. Of course, he has to take care of his inn. "Heroes, calm down, calm down!

We all meet by chance. We are friends when we meet. Let's sit down safely and drink and eat meat is the business! "

Some of them are old customers of the shop owner. They say they want to get out of the siege one after another, but the people in brown clothes never put down their swords. Instead, they change a posture that is more offensive.

Today, the boss of the brown shop is very busy. I'm worried about your loss

This man should be the leader of the man in brown. His tone of indifference made the shop owner feel cold.

All the time, the upright people stood up quietly. One of them, the youngest one, was full of sarcasm. "A bottle of water is less than half a bottle of water. What's the charge, sir?"

The sword was in full swing here, and there was another flash of lightning outside. It was shining across the window. It really attracted people's attention.

At this time, a flickering voice spread throughout the hall from nowhere, "wind and rain, thunder and lightning, are all signs, the guests are calm, waiting for the weather to clear up -"

it's really a ghost, the voice is not clear, but it gets into everyone's ears, so that everyone's agitation and uneasiness are calmed.

Looking at the bustle, I felt that it was meaningless. I couldn't help but put down my weapons. Even Liang Shangjun, who wanted to steal one, jumped down.

Their behavior is like someone changed the general, the inn will become more and more fierce killing in invisible.

It's a long process. In fact, it's just a few breaths. After the sound disappears, everyone seems to encounter a head-on blow and look at each other.

Seeing that the guests all sat down and entered a peaceful place again, the shop owner was very pleased. In order to compensate for his beard, he simply put on two more drawers of steamed buns for free.There is still a strange thing, but it only happened to one person, who heard the inexplicable voice, but was not affected at all.

He looked back to the upstairs and said in a very low voice to the people beside him, "Orchid Pavilion, there are witches in this inn!"

Yes, the three people who finally entered the Longmen Inn were Xiao Jiyue, Yin Lanting and a dark guard.

Xiao Jiyue had been in Panli County before, but then he got a news that there was a deal between Da'an people in Guotang town and Huangyi tribe.

Yibu's reputation is not good at Xiao Jiyue's, so he wanted to see it for himself, so he went on the road to Guotang Town, but happened to meet yuewanchen again.

He was full of witchcraft, and many witchcraft didn't work for him. Just as his voice was clear, he was not affected at all. He also guessed that there was a witch living in the inn.

At the mention of Wu, Yin Lanting immediately thought of yuewanchen, but he felt that it would not be so coincidental. Yuewanchen would surely be her imperial edict in the palace, "young master, what kind of feeling do you have?"

Xiao Jiyue was silent. He didn't know what kind of feeling it was. Although he was not affected, he felt that the voice should be very familiar. "Most of the swordsmen live in eastern Xinjiang, and a witch should be nothing."

Xiao Jiyue's feeling is really not wrong, the voice of Qingyin's art is really the voice of yuewanchen!

"Sir, are you sick? What do they have to do with us when they fight? Whatever they do! "