Feng returned to Chunshui City a little depressed, but he was thinking, what? The third prince, or Christina? Or is it just someone from the Third Prince's entourage
Judging from the traces, it was obvious that the man did not want others accompanying him to know. Even when he smeared and covered the traces of Ling Ling's paintings, he only rubbed them carefully with his heels. WWw,QuanBeN-XiaoShuo,COmFrom this point of view, the probability of it being Christina is slightly higher. But why would she do this
Ling Feng suddenly felt that his head was a little big. If he had known earlier, he should have used his swords to destroy the place where Ling Ling had painted before taking Ling Ling away. It would have been better to go back now to make up for it and leak the news. However, although Ling Feng saw Ling Ling playing there at that time, he might be more interested in the magic teleportation array. Who knew that the little girl would directly make modifications
Asking Ling Ling to compete a few days ago was already a helpless move. Now, if people on the continent knew that Ling Ling could understand some magic teleportation arrays, Ling Feng couldn't imagine that Ling Ling would suddenly become as famous as a saint.
However, when he thought of the little girl's strength, Ling Feng felt a little relieved again.
Whether the third prince knows or Christina knows, since he wants to hide it, he must have something to ask for, right? What's going on with Pat Riley of the Masburt Kingdom? Anyway, he's probably going to be found guilty in the next few days. What's going on with the Saint of Aragon from the Mercenary Union? That’s on par with Pat Riley.
Ling Feng suddenly had the urge to make the storm come more violently.
At this moment, a burst of noise in front attracted Ling Feng's attention. Only then did Ling Feng realize that he had suddenly arrived at the bank of the Red River. And right in front of him was the famous brothel called 'Alien Feelings'. Ling Feng smiled thoughtfully. He had a record of not getting into trouble here.
Immediately afterwards, the crowd gradually dispersed, and Ling Feng saw a young man with an aristocratic appearance slowly getting up from the ground. As the people dispersed and discussed, Ling Feng vaguely heard that this young noble should belong to the kind of people who entered a brothel but had no money. He was beaten out by the guards with "foreign feelings".
However, Ling Feng looked at the young man's red and swollen face and felt that he looked familiar.
This was not the first time that Ling Feng and Gulit and others passed by here. The noble son who was kicked out. It's just that he didn't get beaten that day. Ling Feng couldn't help but sigh at the coincidence again.
"What are you looking at? I've never seen anyone getting beaten up while visiting a brothel." The young nobleman turned to those people and dispersed in anger. The person who was still pointing at the other side yelled.
Ling Feng shook his head and thought to himself: Even the tone of his words was exactly the same as that day.
Just as Ling Feng passed by him. When he was about to leave, he heard the young noble ask from behind: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Ling Fengling?"
"Oh, you know me?" Ling Feng turned around and looked at him curiously.
"I don't know you." The young noble said in a somewhat sarcastic tone, but as the expression on his face changed, his face, which was a little red and swollen from being beaten, twitched a few times, and he let out a "hiss" sound. With that look, even Ling Feng stood aside and watched. It all hurts.
It seems that if you don’t have money, you should never go to a brothel. This is the end. But why does he have to go to brothels one after another when he has no money? And judging by his clothes, he probably doesn't look like he's so poor that he needs to be beaten.
"Then how did you know it was me?" Ling Feng asked.
"Well.
Mainly because you have suddenly become famous these days. "The young noble said. Ling Feng nodded. According to Nicole, she had seen a bard pointing at Ling Feng's portrait in the tavern while explaining the competition between him and the third prince that day. And Ling Feng's lightning-like sword was even more boasted to be magical. Some bards even began to give Ling Feng the title of the number one young master in the continent. Who allowed him to defeat him at such a young age? What about the ninth-level star swordsman
Of course, Ling Ling's popularity is better than Ling Feng's. It wasn’t that she was so powerful that she defeated Yasheng, but that she was so cute that Yasheng couldn’t bear to beat her and just gave up on her…
"I was asked to find you," the young noble said, "and bring you a message."
"How do you say that?" Ling Feng looked at this young man dressed as an aristocrat in surprise. fraud? Not like that.
"How about this? Look, the sky is starting to get a little dark. How about you treat me to a meal first?" said the young noble. That tone made it matter of course, as if Ling Feng wanted to know what kind of message it was and needed to exchange it with a meal.
It was rare to meet such an interesting person, so Ling Feng naturally smiled and nodded. Then he took him into a nearby restaurant.
"You really don't want to change your clothes and freshen up first?" Ling Feng asked specifically before entering the restaurant. The receptionist at the restaurant also looked at him with quite curious and strange expressions.
"No need." The young noble said, "A meal is my reward. If I have to change clothes and wash up, it will be my reward. I have no money."
Hearing this, Ling Feng couldn't help but look at him with admiration. This is a very principled person, and judging from his behavior, he should be of high origin. Until this moment, Ling Feng believed that what he said was true. But, who would ask him to deliver the message
Ling Feng ordered a table full of food and drinks.
The young noble ate a lot, as if he had been hungry for three years, but he ate very elegantly. He is also quite proficient in using tableware in restaurants. Totally the style of a great aristocrat. Seeing Ling Feng looking at him blankly, he nodded and then continued his task of destroying the dishes.
It was not until nearly half an hour later that the young noble raised his head and said his first words to Ling Feng after entering the restaurant: "Can I order another one?" (Quanben Novel Website www.QuanBeN-XiaoShuo.com )