After a few days.
The group of people finally arrived at a small town where they could stay, which meant that they finally didn't have to sleep in the wild anymore—of course, Bai Jin and Nie Xingfan were definitely not included in the camping.
A certain person who knows the taste, since that night, has been addicted to Xia Yu every now and then, taking advantage of Xia Yu's inattention, in the name of improving Bai Jin's rest environment, and always hugging her when the night is dark and windy. To some indescribable deed in a distant town inn.
However, this will not leave any traces on Bai Jin's body at all, and under the condition of extreme exhaustion, it can be argued that she has indeed rested well.
The town is not big at all. Originally, they wanted to find a place to stay, but there was only one inn in the town, which was the tallest building in the town.
When the carriage was driving towards the center of the town, there was almost no one on the side of the road. This desolate scene made people feel emotional, but there was always a hairy feeling in my heart, and it disappeared when I wanted to explore it carefully. Can't figure it out.
It wasn't until they entered the inn that they knew where the inexplicable feeling came from.
It seemed that a few wild kittens fell into the pack of wolves in an instant.
The people sitting at the tables on the first floor of the inn all looked up to the door, and only one of them looked at the clothes on their bodies, and they roughly found the clothes of Wudang, Shaolin and Emei sects.
—Is this a secret meeting that made them accidentally bump into a decent martial arts
It wasn't until they found Miss Jiao walking out of the carriage that they understood the combination of these people, and guessed that it might be a lady from a rich family who was going on a long journey. The aura on his body also receded, and Zhong Hui and others who came in first felt that they could breathe freely. Maybe they were still good at martial arts, so they only attracted attention when they first entered the door.
Bai Jin glanced at the silent lobby, as if she didn't think there was anything wrong with so many people in different costumes gathering here, she calmly looked away, and walked to where the shopkeeper was: "Shopkeeper, may I ask if there are any spare rooms here?" ?"
The shopkeeper thought to himself what kind of luck he had recently. Before half a year, not even half of the guests came, and the light in the empty lobby allowed the mouse to fly freely. This time it was good, a group of monks and nuns came first a few days ago, and then some eccentric ones came, today was even more amazing, and let him meet a lady from a rich family.
Whispering in my heart, no one would think that too much money would burn their hands, so they immediately greeted him with a smile:
"Yes, yes, there are still four good wing rooms in our store today, how can you live in them?"
In the end, they asked for three rooms. Zhong Hui and his brothers decided to share one room, Nie Xingfan had one room alone, and Bai Jin and Xia Yu shared one room.
When booking a room for Nie Xingfan, Bai Jin felt that the money she gave was crying - she didn't want to pay for her at all, just eat and drink my food all day long, why would she want to fuck me? Just think about it and get angry.
Xia Yu was making Bai Jin's bed, and Bai Jin was sitting at the table drinking tea, but Nie Xingfan had no intention of going back to his room, so he also sat down at the table, took out a teacup from the tray, and looked at the cup in Bai Jin's hand. teapot, and looked at her with curved eyes.
Now the expression is very rich, but once she enters the sea of consciousness, no matter how she tosses herself, it is rare to see her expression, her expression is extremely serious, even her face is full of abstinence, Only when he speaks occasionally can he hear the inexplicable evil smile inside.
——Bai Jin was wondering whether the Ling Bing Sword Art left by him had the side effect of freezing and necrotic facial nerves.
[Don't tell me that group of people downstairs are here for you.]Bai Jin put the teapot by her hand, but refused to pour it for her. Nie Xingfan liked to see her intentionally pissing himself off over such trivial matters, so he didn't bother with her. He stretched out his right index finger and hooked the handle of the teapot. The next moment, with a light force, the teapot was off the table, and the spout was obediently aligned with the cup. Spit out a stream of warm water.
Looking down at the liquid gradually filling up from the bottom of the cup, the smile on Nie Xingfan's lips was about to fade away. He raised his eyes to glance at the person opposite, and replied to her with his spiritual sense unhurriedly: [What if I say yes? ?]
Bai Jin didn't call her back anymore.
But in the bottom of my heart, I couldn't help but put the wax on the decency of the famous Jianghu sect. If what they want to catch today is some other demon leader or something, let alone catch one accurately, there will never be such a huge gap.
It's a pity that the demon king they wanted to catch, she had turned on him.
Not only is he strong in martial arts, but he also knows magic spells, and he can use all kinds of blinding methods, divine consciousness, and sound transmission. Even if Nie Xingfan walked around in front of them ten times, they would not know that this is the person they want to arrest.
It's really a tear of sympathy for them.
[What did you do? ] After the inner theater was finished, Bai Jin continued to ask her again, and secretly decided that if this Demon Lord did something harmful... er, or something that made him feel uncomfortable, then... never talk to her again up.
Well, for the sake of the decent inheritance of the group of famous families downstairs, it is better not to report the demon king, which will cause mass casualties.
Compared with Bai Jin himself, Nie Xingfan naturally understands what kind of person she was before, and naturally understands her code of conduct.
Originally, it was something that no one would bother to tell or explain when they came to ask, but because it was said by the person in front of them, they explained it seriously: [The scum inside them did something shameful, so they put the shit pot Buckle on our heads.]
[Social society.]Bai Jin had nothing else to do, so she could only look at the teacup in her hand seriously, looking at the messy cracks that had been burned on it, and after listening to her explanation, she couldn't help but comment on this old-fashioned routine.
Nie Xingfan snorted softly, looking at her with helplessness.
The bell downstairs answered them, rather than inquiring about the news, it was more like they had been completely tricked. On the one hand, they deliberately showed that their side was clear, and 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 for a living, and I don't want to participate in the affairs of those martial arts sects.
Just like when I heard the name of the Devil's Cult before, my first reaction was to leave the place of right and wrong as soon as possible.
After the few of them went upstairs, a man dressed as a chivalrous man sitting in the corner snorted with a sword in his hand and said, "Is this clear? It's just a young lady who was in trouble halfway. Some people don't call themselves martial arts At the same time as being upright, he is still so sneaky in his actions, suspicious of everyone, I don't think it is necessarily who is suspicious."
The person he was talking about was just the head of a small sect, and this time he was reluctant to come to the conference. He felt that his waist was not straight in front of the old sect, and he relied on his presence to show his value.
At this moment, this guy who didn't know where to go said this, and immediately felt a mouthful of blood choked in his chest: "Dear man, I hear you have something in your words. Dare to ask us what offended you before the White Crane Gate?"
"Well, it's not. I'm purely right about the matter and not about the person. Don't pay too much attention to the head." The man turned the cup in front of him, took out a pair of wooden chopsticks from the chopstick holder, and picked the ones he had just put on pickily. Picking off the shredded green onion on the plate of steamed fish noodles, he replied casually.
It was as if it wasn't him who targeted others before.
The head of the White Crane Sect looked at the masters who were silently eating steamed buns and porridge, and saw them eating their meals attentively, as if they had never heard of the communication between themselves and each other. If the sect establishes a good relationship, they will have a supporter in the martial arts in the future—
Now it seems that they are really not close.
The skill of the person sitting by the window could not be discerned, he thought about it for a while, and decided to hold back the rest of the words timidly.
The future is long, and at this moment, even the shadow of the Demon Cult has not yet been encountered, so there is no rush.
In the next few days, the martial arts people in the inn still went in and out in the daytime, and occasionally they could see the trace of carrier pigeons, but they still couldn't touch the half shadow of the Demon Lord, let alone the Demon Lord. Even the members of the Demon Cult seemed to know their actions. They could trace the trajectory, but it didn't take long for the target to disappear.
In this situation, if it wasn't that the group of Demon Cult members suddenly disappeared from the world, or someone was broadcasting their movements in real time.
They only stayed in the town for one night before leaving, 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 pears, seeing her appearance, he asked casually: "What good thing happened?"
"I haven't had time to make a move yet," Nie Xingfan said with a faint smile.
After only listening to half of the words, Bai Jin understood the ins and outs, took a bite of a juicy pear, puffed her cheeks, and glanced at her with black and white eyes. This cute look made Nie Xingfan's eyes darker.
Swallowing the sweet pulp in his mouth, Bai Jin noticed her eyes, paused, and changed the subject nonchalantly: "It's not a rank, it's too bullying for them."
Xia Yu looked around, and found that the words between Miss and Miss Nie were too difficult to understand... But she is not very smart, as long as the lady thinks it is right, it is fine, just curious for a while and then ignore it, and pretend she didn't hear it .
Nie Xingfan pursed his lips, a smile appeared in his eyes, and looked at her:
[If I don't bully them, it will be my turn to be bullied, don't you feel bad?]
If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, Bai Jin would have wanted to set off three strings of firecrackers to celebrate.
Distressed? What an international joke.
Nie Xingfan didn't hear her answer, so he bent his lips suddenly and transmitted another word:
[Um?]
Seeing her expression, Bai Jin suddenly felt a little hairy on the back of her neck. She licked the juice left on her lower lip, trying to make her look more sincere:
[But it hurts, even angina pectoris, the kind that will faint in the next second.]
The author has something to say: Small theater:
Jiang Yinghou: My dignity... Where is my dignity? ! Where is the dignity
System 1001: I'm so happy, I can make one less appearance.
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