It seemed that in just the blink of an eye, An Yu raised his head again. In the corner opposite them, the messy things had been tidied away by several attendants. A thin brocade quilt was spread on the ground. A small table was set up, and the table was covered with all kinds of snacks. They were all delicious and delicious, which whetted your appetite. The man in plain robe sat cross-legged at the table, frowning and "looking" at the snacks, but he never had the intention to do anything.
Old man Xue whispered in An Yu's ear: "Mr. An, look at that young master, he seems to be blind!"
"Um?"
Before An Yu could speak, he caught a glimpse of a white light from the corner of his eye, pointing straight at Old Man Xue. Just when he was about to meet Old Man Xue, his body was pushed by someone, and the white light suddenly tilted to the side and penetrated diagonally into the wall behind Old Man Xue. , deep into the knife handle. And on the ground not far away, a white-faced steamed bun was rolling toward the door...
When Old Man Xue saw this scene, his whole body suddenly felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar. He looked at the group of people in the opposite corner with a horrified face and shrank his body.
An Yu stood up with a whoosh, snorted coldly, and looked at Afeng sarcastically.
"Uncle Xue is just stating a fact without any meaning, but you want his life so cruelly!"
Ah Feng narrowed his eyes and was about to rush forward to take action when the man in plain robes stopped him in a low voice: "Back off!" Ah Feng stood stubbornly and opened his mouth to argue: "Young Master, those two untouchables did this to you. Disrespectful!”
"Mr. An is not wrong. He is just stating a fact. Please step back!"
"But… "
"Don't you even listen to what I say?" This slightly undulating tone caused my heart to rise and fall with it.
Afeng could only accept his fate and whispered in a low voice: "Yes!" After saying that, he stepped towards the opposite wall, stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out his knife. When passing by An Yu, he turned his head and saw the indifference on her face, and let out a cold "hum" from his nose. When he saw the Baicheng steamed bun lying quietly on the ground, he kicked it up and the steamed bun disappeared outside the door.
The man in plain robe sighed helplessly: "Mr. An?"
"Any advice?"
"My guard did not mean to offend me, and I ask for Mr. An's forgiveness."
"It's easy to say, but my steamed buns are extremely innocent. What's more, if there is one missing steamed bun, I won't be full. You know, you will not have a good temper when you are hungry. What should I do?"
When Afeng heard what she said, he couldn't help but cursed: "You brat, don't be too late!"
"Afeng, that's enough! Are you the master or am I the master?!"
Afeng, whose arrogance was rising, immediately stopped, lowered his head, and said in dissatisfaction: "Young Master, what more do you have to say to such a shameless person?"
The man in plain robes shook his head and raised his brows slightly: "Afeng, do you also want to enter the meditation hall?"
Afeng's expression changed, he glared at An Yu, and did not dare to say anything more.
"I wonder if you have discussed it yet?" An Yu asked impatiently.
"What kind of snacks does Mr. An want? Feel free to pick. But if you want steamed buns, I'll have to compensate you next time." There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his unfocused eyes But it was like regaining sight, staring at her, making her unable to recover for a while.
The two "looked at each other" for a long time. An Yu noticed a cold and sharp gaze directed at her, and then her soul returned to her body, and she walked towards them with her feet raised. Afon suddenly became alert and looked at her defensively.
However, An Yu just bent down, took three pieces of the pastry that exuded the faint scent of osmanthus, and said expressionlessly: "Don't think that everyone in the world is like you, judge a gentleman with a villain's heart." Abdomen! Whenever I see anyone, I think they are coming to rob me and kill me." After saying that, he turned around neatly, not worrying that A Feng would suddenly attack him.
A low chuckle flowed as quietly as a mountain spring from behind, and An Yu paused almost imperceptibly without stopping.
Old man Xue looked at the calm-faced An Yu beside him. He opened his mouth several times, but secretly glanced at the group of people opposite him and suppressed all his words. An Yu ignored him. This kind of person, no matter what, It's better not to offend him.
Although she had acted out of inertia to save Old Man Xue just now, even if she had known that he was in danger, she would have rescued him without hesitation. But that block made her find that the internal strength Xie Weixing had taught her seemed to have grown a little bit longer. Otherwise, just a soft steamed bun would not be able to stop Afeng's powerful swordsmanship. An Yu had never felt the Qi in Dantian that Xie Weixing had told her about before, but just now she clearly felt that there was a warm air flow there, swirling and circling, and then disappeared again after a slight breath.
When it was almost midnight, the rain had already slowed down a lot. An Yu raised his eyes and looked at the person opposite. The man in plain robe had closed his eyes and was meditating and resting. As for Afeng, he was still standing beside him with his head held high in high spirits.
"Uncle Xue, the rain has stopped, let's set off." Looking outside the door, An Yu lowered his head and said to old man Xue sitting on the ground.
Old man Xue secretly looked at Afeng, then looked outside the door, nodded, picked up his package, and walked out the door with An Yu.
"Wait a minute."
At some point, the man in plain robes had opened his eyes, turned to An Yu with dull eyes, and said calmly: "Do you need any more cakes?"
An Yu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Thank you, no need."
The two figures disappeared outside the door, and Afengcai lowered his head and asked: "Young Master, do we also want to set off?"
"The visitors have already arrived. We're afraid we won't be able to leave for the time being."
After the man in plain robe finished speaking, there was a ring of female laughter coming from far and near. In the blink of an eye, a peerless beauty stood at the door. She has a charming waist, and her deep blood-red skirt is flying with the breeze, like an elf falling into the world. Her facial features are delicate, with only a little cinnabar shining between her lips.
When she saw the man in plain robes sitting at the table, she twisted her waist slightly and walked towards him.
"Master Yu's sense of smell is indeed getting more and more sensitive!"
Her voice was like a singing nightingale, and it seemed to have a ring of laughter that made people drunk.
"Jin Ronger, if you take one step closer, don't blame me for being rude to you!"
"Oh my, brother Afeng, how can you always be so rude to a weak woman like me? If you act like this, be careful not to get a wife in the future~"
"Shut up!" Afeng waved his two swords with both hands and stabbed Jin Ronger straight away. He flew quickly, and his people followed closely behind.
Jin Ronger saw that he was attacking her but didn't show any signs of panic. She laughed and dodged away with her limp body. The edge of blood-red clothes brushed against Afeng's knife edge and cut off some of the clothes. Jin Ronger turned around and showed an extremely distressed expression: "Oh my god, how can Brother Afeng be so shameless? He cut Ronger in front of the public. The clothes are really annoying~"
Afeng's face suddenly darkened, he stamped his feet, opened his swords side by side, and stood up to attack her again.
"I wonder what the purpose of the Golden Fairy's visit is?" The man in plain robe asked calmly, ignoring the fight between the two.
While Jin Ronger was coping with Afeng's attack with ease, she replied leisurely: "Can't Ronger come to see Master Yu if nothing happens?"