Will You Die if You Don’t Pretend to be Forced?

A few days later.

The group of people finally arrived in a small town where they could live, which meant that they finally no longer had to sleep in the open air. Of course, Bai Jin and Nie Xingfan were definitely not included.

Someone who eats the marrow and knows the taste, since that night, he has become addicted every other time, taking advantage of Xia Yu's carelessness, and giving Bai Jin the name of improving the resting environment, he will always hug her when the night is dark and the wind is high. Go to the far away town inn and perform some indescribable behaviors.

However, this will not leave any traces on Bai Jin's body at all, and when the soul is extremely exhausted, it can be said that she is really well rested.

The town can’t be said to be big. I originally wanted to find a home where I could stay. As a result, there was only one inn in the town, the tallest building in the whole town.

When the carriage drove towards the center of the town, there was almost no one on the roadside. This bleak scene made people feel emotional, but there was always a feeling of hair in my heart, and that feeling disappeared when I wanted to explore it carefully. Can't figure it out.

They didn't know where the inexplicable feeling came from until they entered the inn.

It seemed that a few wild kittens fell into the wolves in an instant.

The people sitting at the tables on the first floor of the inn all raised their eyes to look at the door, and the dresses on their bodies, only Zhonghui looked over, and they roughly found the dresses of Wudang, Shaolin, and Emei.

——This is the secret meeting that caused them to accidentally bump into the decent martial arts?

It was only when they found Miss Jiao who had walked out of the carriage that they understood the collocation of these people, and guessed which rich lady might have gone on a long journey. The breath of the body was also collected. The first Zhonghui and others felt that their breathing was smooth. Maybe they are still martial arts people, so they only noticed when they first entered the door.

Bai Jin glanced at the silent lobby, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with so many people in different dresses gathered here, calmly averted his gaze, and walked to the place where the shopkeeper was: "The shopkeeper, may I have extra wing rooms here? ?"

The shopkeeper thought about what luck he was doing recently. There weren't any guests coming for half a year before, and the empty light in the lobby allowed the mice to fly freely. This was fine. A few days ago, there were a group of monks and nuns, and then some weird ones came. Today is even more miraculous, and he also saw the ladies of the big family.

Muttering in my heart, no one would feel too much money to burn their hands, and immediately greeted me with a smile:

"Yes, yes, there are still four good wing rooms in our store today. How many would you like to see how to live?"

In the end they ordered three rooms, and the Zhong Hui brothers decided to live in the same room, Nie Xingfan alone, and Bai Jin and Xia Yu in the same room.

When booking a room for Nie Xingfan, Bai Jin felt that the money she gave away was crying-she didn't want to pay for her at all, just eat my food and drink my food all day long, why should I be on me? Just think about it.

Xia Yu was making Bai Jin’s bed, and Bai Jin was sitting at the table drinking tea. As a result, Nie Xingfan had no intention of going back to his room. He also sat down at the table and took out a tea cup from the plate and looked at Bai Jin’s hand. The teapot looked at her with eyes bent again.

At this moment, the expressions can be rich, but once you enter the sea of ​​knowledge, no matter what you are tossing into, you rarely see her expressions. Her expression is terribly serious. Even with that face, she is full of abstinence and desire. Only occasionally can I hear the inexplicable smile inside.

——Bai Jin who did it was wondering if the Ling Bing Jian Jue she left behind had the side effect of freezing and necrosis of facial nerves.

[Don't tell me that the group of people downstairs is for you. 】Bai Jin put the teapot by her hand, but didn't pour it for her. Nie Xingfan likes to see her deliberately mad at herself about such trivial matters, and does not care about her, stretches out her right index finger, hooks the handle of the teapot, the next moment, with a lighter force, the teapot leaves the table, and the mouth of the teapot is oriented toward the mouth of the cup obediently. Spit out warm water.

Looking down at the liquid that is gradually rising from the bottom of the cup, Nie Xingfan’s smile on the corners of his lips will not be closed, and he raised his eyes to look at the person on the opposite side. ? 】

Bai Jin didn't return to her anymore.

It's just that from the bottom of my heart, I can't help but put wax on the uprightness of the famous sects. If they want to catch some other demon leader today, don't talk about catching one standard, there will always be such a huge gap.

It's a pity that the Demon Lord they wanted to catch, she opened up.

Not only is martial arts strong, but also capable of spells, and all kinds of blindfolds and divine consciousness transmission are readily available. Even if Nie Xingfan turns around ten times with them, they will not know that this is the person they want to catch.

I really gave them tears of sympathy.

[What did you do? ] After the inner small theater was over, Bai Jin continued to ask her again, and secretly decided that if the demon sovereign did something that hurts the world...Uh, or it was something that made her feel uncomfortable, she would...never again. Take care of her.

Well, for the sake of the decent inheritance of the decent group downstairs, you should stop reporting things like Demon Venerable that can cause large-scale casualties.

Compared with Bai Jin herself, Nie Xingfan naturally understood what kind of person she was before, and naturally understood her code of conduct.

It was originally something that no one would bother to inform or explain when they came to ask. This would be just because the person in front of him opened his mouth, and he would explain it seriously: [The scum inside them did something shameful, so they took the shit. Buckled to our heads. 】

【Society. Bai Jin had nothing to do, so she had to look seriously at the tea cup in her hand to see the chaotic cracks on it. After listening to her explanation, she couldn't help but comment on this old-fashioned routine.

Nie Xingfan snorted softly, looking at her with helpless eyes.

The downstairs Zhong returned to them, rather than inquiring about the news, it was more like a complete set of origins. On the one hand, they deliberately showed that their own path was clear. On the other hand, they did not want to be involved in the affairs of the martial arts. After all, they Strictly speaking, being in the Escort is just a mess, and I don't want to participate in the things of the martial arts school.

Just like when I heard the name of the Demon Cult before, my first reaction was to leave the place of right and wrong.

After a few of them went upstairs, a man dressed as a chivalrous man sitting in the corner snorted with a sword in his arms and said, "Is it clear now? Just a lady who suffered halfway through. Some people don't call themselves martial arts. While being decent, he is still so sneaky and suspicious when he sees people. I think it may not be who is suspicious."

The person he was talking about was just the head of a small school. This time the conference was coming. In front of the old school, he felt that his waist was not straight, and he relied on his presence to show value.

At this moment, this guy who didn't know the way said so, and immediately felt a blood choked on his chest: "This man, I hear you as if there is something in your words. Dare to ask us if there is anything that offends you before Baihemen?"

"Well, it's not. I'm purely dealing with the wrong person. Don't care too much about the boss." The man turned the cup in front of him, took out a pair of wooden chopsticks from the chopstick holder, and picked up the freshly picked chopsticks critically. Picking out the green onion on the steamed fish noodles, he casually replied.

It's as if he wasn't the one who had targeted others at all.

The head of the White Crane Gate looked at the masters who were eating steamed buns and porridge silently next to them. Seeing them eating their own meals with their eyes and noses, they were unheard of the exchanges between themselves and each other, and they wanted to follow this. The martial arts will support the martial arts in the future when they have a good relationship.

Now it seems that they are really not close.

The man sitting by the window couldn't see the depth of his skills. After thinking about it, he decided to hold the rest of the words back into his stomach.

In the coming days, Fang Chang, now that he hasn't even encountered the shadow of the Demon Cult, he is not in a hurry.

In the next few days, the martial arts people in the inn were still going in and out in the daytime, and occasionally they could see the homing pigeons, but they just couldn't touch the half shadow of the demon lord, let alone the demon lord. Even the demons seemed to know their actions. They could have traced their trajectory, but it didn't take long for the target to sink into the ocean.

In this situation, if it wasn't for the group of demons who suddenly disappeared, or someone was broadcasting their movements in real time.

They only rested in the town for one night and then left, but one night was enough for Nie Xingfan to grasp their direction.

A few days later, Nie Xingfan, who was sitting in the carriage, suddenly bent his lips.

Bai Jin was eating a pear. Seeing her appearance, he asked in passing: "What good thing is so happy?"

"I haven't had time to shoot." Nie Xingfan said with a light smile.

Bai Jin understood the ins and outs only halfway through, gnawed a sip of the juicy pear, bulged her cheeks, and glanced at her with her black and white eyes. This lovely look made Nie Xingfan's eyes darker.

After swallowing the sweet pulp in her mouth, Bai Jin noticed the look in her eyes, paused, and changed the subject casually: "It's not a rank, it's too bullying."

Xia Yu looked around and found that the words between Miss and Miss Nie were too difficult to understand... But she was not very clever at first, as long as Miss felt right, she would not care if she was curious for a while, and treated it as if she had not listened. arrive.

Nie Xingfan pursed his lips, a smile appeared in his eyes, and looked at her:

[If I don’t bully them, it’s my turn to be bullied, don’t you feel bad? 】

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, Bai Jin wanted to set off three firecrackers to celebrate.

Distressed? What an international joke.

Nie Xingfan did not hear her answer, he bends his lips suddenly, and another word was transmitted:

【Um? 】

Bai Jin met her expression, suddenly felt a little hairy on the back of her neck, licked the juice left over from her lower lip, and tried to make herself look at her expression more sincere:

[But distressed, even angina, I will pass out in the next second. 】

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Jiang Yinghou: Lao Tzu's dignity... how about dignity? ! Where is the dignity?

System 1001: I'm so happy, I can play one less time.

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