Ai Yue still wanted to defend herself, but Yun Qingyan stopped her and threw out two pieces of high-grade Yuan Yu, "Let's book a room."
At the same time, a powerful voice came, "They don't want to live there, but we do!"
Yun Qingyan looked back and saw a strong man as tall as a hill walking over and slapping two Yuan Yu on the table with one palm.
That palm immediately made the entire table tremble.
His thick palms were not human-like, and the nails on them were long and sharp, extremely strange, and glowed like metal.
Yun Qingyan frowned and reminded, "Brother, we have already paid for the house."
The man heard this and looked over, filled with evil spirits.
Then, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Almost subconsciously, Batu flashed back, leading the people behind him back quickly!
"Batu, what are you doing?!" An angry voice!
Yun Qingyan squinted her eyes and saw an old acquaintance as expected.
Jiang Wushu and Batu.
"Princess, I..." Batu led Jiang Wushu back quickly and stopped at the door of the hotel. He stood in front of Jiang Wushu and looked at Yun Qingyan defensively.
Jiang Wushu also noticed something was wrong, and followed Batu's gaze and looked over, her sharp voice twisted, "Yun Qingyan?! Are you still alive?!"
The sound was like seeing a ghost alive.
Yun Qingyan narrowed her phoenix eyes with a cold expression. Suddenly, a bright smile appeared on her red lips, "What? Are you surprised that I'm still alive?"
While talking, she was also looking at these two old acquaintances carefully.
Regardless of whether it was Batu or Jiang Wushu, they all had a deep smell of tea, like the smell of flower petals falling into the mud and slowly decaying, which made her head dizzy.
That aura was exactly the same as the feeling Fei Ze gave her in Red Water Town.
Two years have passed, and great changes have taken place in Batu and Jiang Wuya.
Batu's hand injured by Baili Qingxue was restored with something unknown, but the restored hand was more like a monster's hand than a human hand, showing an inhuman weirdness.
As for Jiang Wushu, although her facial features are still the same as before, she has a different aura about her, which is somewhat similar to Jiang Wuya, like a fragrant and rotten poisonous flower, alluring and dangerous.
However, compared with Jiang Wuya's charming temperament, Jiang Wushu can only be regarded as a fake and inferior product, but despite this, her appearance at this time can be said to be bright and attractive.
"What's wrong, Wushu? Do you know them?" A handsome young man on the other side slightly supported Jiang Wushu's shoulders and said hostilely to Yun Qingyan.
Batu looked at the man's hand on Jiang Wushu's shoulder, his eyes flashed, and finally he shifted his gaze.
"Yes." Jiang Wushu seemed to be a different person now. She no longer had the delicate and savage aura of the past, but had a bit of a young woman's attitude.
With tears glistening slightly in her almond-shaped eyes, she gently grabbed the hem of the young man's clothes, pursed her lips and said, "I had some misunderstandings with Miss Yun before.
Batu reacted so violently just now because he was just afraid that I would get hurt. "
The young man's eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows, "What? Has she ever hurt you?!"
"I..." Jiang Wushu lowered his head, "Brother Zixiao, let's go and find another inn."
Yun Qingyan watched Jiang Wuya's performance with great interest, wondering in her heart, when did that charming princess learn to pretend to be pitiful
(End of chapter)