Fengjiu looked back and saw a young man in brocade clothes standing in front of Tunyun, looking at the white little Tunyun with surprise. If Tunyun hadn't been staring at him with a grin, he would have probably stretched out his hand to pick up Tunyun.
"Not for sale." Fengjiu said, and called out, and Tunyun jumped to her feet.
"I'll offer a high price, please sell me to me!" the young man said, and came to Fengjiu's side.
Hearing this, Fengjiu couldn't help but curl her lips and glanced at the boy: "Do you think I look like someone who is short of people?"
The young man looked him up and down, and then he noticed the extraordinary demeanor of this man. His clothes were all of top quality, especially the colorful glazed feather around his waist that was half covered by his outer robe, which was even more dazzling.
"Then I'll trade with you something." He changed his way of saying it.
Fengjiu ignored him and glanced at him coldly before going upstairs with Tunyun.
The young man felt a chill running up from the soles of his feet to his heart when he saw him going upstairs. But when he saw him going upstairs, he wanted to say something else, but Duan Ye pushed him away rudely: "What are you doing? Do you want to be punished?"
"Why did you push me?" The boy was angry and glared at the baby-faced Duan Ye. Compared to the cold eyes of the boy in red, the baby-faced boy did not have that kind of frightening aura, so he was not afraid.
"Stay away from us!" Duan Ye snorted coldly, warned, turned around and walked upstairs, but at this moment, his robe was stepped on, and he almost fell forward.
"Oh! Sorry, I accidentally stepped on your robe." The young man said apologetically, but his face was full of provocation.
Duan Ye was not one to suffer a loss, and when he saw that the young man dared to step on his clothes from behind, his baby face suddenly turned gloomy, and he raised his foot and kicked him unexpectedly.
"Bang!"
“Hiss!
He kicked the young man in the chest, sending him flying. He fell to the ground in pain and was unable to get up for a long time.
"Third Young Master!"
The guards outside came in quickly and helped the man up. Two of them drew their swords and attacked Duan Ye and Ning Lang: "You dare to hit my young master? You are courting death!"
Ning Lang was staring at Duan Ye's robe that was stepped on, and saw a footprint on it. He was about to laugh out loud, but he saw Duan Ye turned around and kicked the young man out. He opened his mouth in surprise, and as he was stunned, several guards rushed in from outside. Some of them helped the young man up, and some drew their swords and slashed at them, which startled him and made him come to his senses suddenly.
"Why are you attacking me? I didn't kick your master!" He dodged and shouted, while punching one of the guards in the eye.
"Ah! My eyes..."
"Damn it! You two kids!"
The other two guards also followed and surrounded them, long swords swung out, swords flashed and shadows flew, and struck the inn, scaring some ordinary guests inside and causing them to hide, while some monks remained seated, staring at the fight with interest.
The innkeeper hid on the counter, looking at the mess on the first floor, his face turned pale with worry and he shouted: "Sirs, gentlemen, stop hitting me, stop hitting me, or I will destroy my inn, ah..."