Legend of Fei Chapter 46: Blue Dragon

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Zhou Fei looked back at the young man's gaze without evasive, chewing the candy without expression.

Immediately, the young man’s eyebrows were delicate, but his eyebrows were too slender. The brows were harvested into a thin line, almost sweeping into the temples. He looked very feminine. His chin was slightly pointed, his thin lips, and a pair of them seemed to be poisonous. Everyone’s eyes seem to have a hatred of killing his father and taking his wife. It’s a typical "heavenly court is not full, and the pavilion is not square", as if it is as long as the page of the "serious and unkind" in the folk photo book. .

The young man shouted arrogantly: "Where did the dog take the mouse?"

Zhou Fei wanted to reply, "I should be a monster, so mice can be fine", but the words came to my lips and didn't say it-Xie Yun didn't know what broken candy he bought and stuck her teeth. Living.

Zhou Fei just saw the uneven road and pulled out his chopsticks. It was really inconvenient to reach out under the eyes of everyone, so he gave Xie Yun a vague look, and lifted up the tea cup next to him to rinse his mouth.

Xie Yun didn’t know. So, even when she had gone through life and death disasters, she felt a lot more stable. She sighed in her heart: “How many people are in their seventies and eighties can’t control their own mouths. It's really not easy to be able to resist failure."

Xie Yun, who deeply misunderstood Zhou Fei, rushed downstairs and said with a smile: "This brother has an extraordinary attitude, and his'Four Underworld Whips' makes him fascinated. Why should he be like a kid who has a lame eye and stands in the way? ?"

As soon as this remark came out, many people in the inn looked upset and ignored the excitement, and began to withdraw silently to the side.

As soon as Zhou Fei's head was confused, he saw Xie Yun looking downstairs with his fingers in the water and writing the word "Qinglong" on the table. She was stunned-in the valley, when Zhou Fei ran into Shen Tianshu, she had heard from the other party that there were four heads on the mountain of the dead, and they were given gold on their faces with the "four elephants", Mu Xiaoqiao It is "Suzaku".

The young man downstairs should not be the "Blue Dragon Lord", otherwise she would not be allowed to knock off the long whip with a chopstick, but looking at his air, he must be a person under the Azure Dragon seat.

The young man on the horse frowned, and just about to speak, his companion next to him slowly stretched out a hand to block him.

The man slowly took off the hat on his head, revealing an old-fashioned face, his turbid gaze rolled around Zhou Fei, then fell on Xie Yun, and said hoarsely: "My young master has a bad temper. I'm so anxious, I have offended a lot, so I will pay you all."

The young man seemed unwilling to be the boss next to him, drooping his face, and just sneered at the old man.

The shopkeeper of the Sanchun Inn ran out of the inn in three steps and two steps, lifted the shop Xiaoer from the ground with both hands, and said, "I dare not dare to stand in the way of Zunjia, it's true. Can't live."

An old entourage, a fat shopkeeper, each polite, one on the horse and the other on the ground, "won't be sorry" for each other for a while, until the young man's horse snorted impatiently, the young man Said coldly: "You two can still worship in this hall?"

The shopkeeper was busy carrying his boy to make way, and said: "Please."

The young man didn't even look at him. He rolled over and got off the horse. He threw the horse's rein at will. The old man behind him caught it with both hands, like a dedicated servant.

If no one walks into the inn next to the youth, he first pointed to Zhou Fei on the second floor and said: "I have always been open to women. If you are lucky, after this matter, come down and give me a kowtow. I won’t be with you. You care about it."

Zhou Fei looked surprised and didn't understand. After finally rinsing the candy down, he asked Xie Yun hurriedly, "Did you see clearly? Did I hit him, or did he hit me?" /

Xie Yun's "Blue Dragon" painted on the table was still wet, and there were only a few strokes left to form a "Yueyou". Seeing her in a few words, she seemed to insist on fighting, Xie Gongzi said in his heart: "I just wanted to say that I have become more calm, alas, I can't help but boast."

At the moment, he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, hurry up and grab the rest of the noodles into his stomach, ready to lay down his life at any time... to cheer the gentleman.

The white-faced young man raised his eyebrows with anger, and said angrily to the old man beside him: "Catch me that stinky girl!"

The old man hesitated.

The white-faced youth jumped and said: "Are you going?"

The old man sighed, and slowly drew a short sword from his sleeve. Ordinary short swords are either light or spirit. They are the favorite of assassins, but the hilt of the short sword in the old man's hand is very The heavy, small-handed people may not be able to hold it in a full circle, with several beauties carved vividly on them, with their tails nailed to the hilt, and their mouths are addictive.

Xie Yun glanced away, and suddenly said: "The old man in Jiulong is unparalleled in the world with his hands, when will he obey a younger generation?"

The old man shook his head and said: "The Lord is destined. Don't violate it. This son, girl, offend."

The voice fell, and the rickety old man seemed to have been uprooted on the ground, and in a blink of an eye, he had jumped up to the second floor. The daggers out of the sheath sounded like a dragon, pointing directly at Zhou Fei. This old man is definitely not a good stubborn, last sentence To put it politely, the short sword in his hand is like a snake out of a hole in the next moment, leaving no room for reaction at all.

If Zhou Fei met him a few months ago, I'm afraid he would have been dumbfounded as soon as he met him.

However, after seeing the Suzaku Lord, Beidou and even Dry Rongshou, Zhou Fei is like a seedling that was picked up by countless masters. It is no longer the same as the country girl in the Forty-eight Village who knows nothing about the world. She hides now. Without hiding, the man still sat on the long bench, holding the dagger with the horizontal blade, and stretched out his leg to kick the opposite Xie Yunlian with the bench for more than two feet. It saved him from getting in the way, and then flipped his wrist and the long sword "rubbed". The photo came up, pressed against the old man's elbow, and lifted it up from the bottom up.

Xie Yunhao sat a few feet away in his spare time, and simply raised Erlang's legs, still reluctant to idle: "Watch out for the universe in the hilt of his sword."

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw a "clap" on the wrist of the "Nine Dragon Old Man", twisting it into a rather scary angle, and the sound of "shooing" passed through the mouth of the dragon with its open mouth and on the hilt of the sword. Two small dragons suddenly shot palm-length arrows, one at Zhou Fei and the other at the donkey surnamed Xie.

Xie Yun saw that this dead old man was so overbearing. He even hit the crowd. He suddenly moved a half a foot to the side, avoiding the short arrow dangerously and dangerously, but the chair lost his balance. He directly Sat on the ground.

Xie Yun didn’t get angry. She just put away her two long legs that were nowhere to be placed, and sat cross-legged on the ground. He whispered: "Old man, everything is too exhausted, and fate will end early. You don’t persuade you. My family, on the contrary, just let it go and behave like a tiger, which is really inferior to the demeanor."

Zhou Fei pointed his toes and went on the table. The little arrow rubbed the sole of her shoes and got into the wooden table. Not counting one, just a few "boom" sounds, and a series of short arrows came out.

The mayfly formation can stretch the world, and it can also move around in square inches. Zhou Fei's body style is dazzling, and the entire second floor is instantly gone.

At this moment, someone suddenly raised his voice: "Stop!"

The old man in Jiulong heard this man's voice, his face changed suddenly, and he suddenly ignored Zhou Fei. He didn't even have time to go down the stairs. He stamped his feet and made a very destructive "thousand catty drop". Smashed the wooden board on the second floor and dropped it to the first floor, blocking him in front of the little white face.

Zhou Fei said in his heart: "If you tell me to stop, I will stop, which shallot?"

She was about to catch up immediately, and was pulled by Xie Yun who didn't know when she got up: "Heroes, wait, give someone a few words."

I saw a thirty-seven-eight man slowly walking out of the back kitchen. The man was tall and thin, wearing an apron, and two slightly greasy sleeves underneath his elbows. He was dressed as a cook. His exposed face and hands were washed very clean, but for some reason, his whole person still looked very desolate and exhausted, with no energy at all.

Xie Yun whispered: "It turns out that the sauce is not made by the proprietress."

Zhou Fei sheathed the long knife in front of his mouth, motioning him to shut up.

I saw the cook bowed to the shopkeeper and said: "Treasurer, sorry, I caused you trouble."

The shopkeeper sighed again with a white and fat palm, trying to say something.

The cook slowly rolled down the sleeve sleeves on his arms, put them aside, raised his eyes, and glanced at the little white face who was guarded by the old man in Jiulong, and said: "Ape, you are wronged, you have a debt. Don’t involve people who are irrelevant."

The Xiaobai named "Apei" heard it, and said with a smile on his face: "Wow, so you are here to pay the debt?"

The cook took a deep look at him: "You said."

Xiao Bai’s face smiled and said: “It’s easy. I don’t want your life. You first cut off one of your right hands in front of me, then cut off your meridians, kneeled on the ground and knocked me over a hundred and eighty heads. I wear three knives and six holes, and forget our past grievances!"

When he said this, a large group of people suddenly appeared outside the Sanchun Inn. Everyone embroidered a dragon with a lustful mouth on their sleeves, staring at them with big white eyes.

Other people in the inn saw that the visitors were unkind, and they withdrew to the corner, arbitrarily vacating an open space in the middle.

Ever since Zhou Fei saw what Mu Xiaoqiao did, she really didn’t have a good impression of the "Living Dead Mountain". She felt that this little white face hurts people along the street, and it looks extremely annoying, even the gasping posture is very special. Look for beating.

The master Li Da said that he didn't dare to pull the knife, so it's better to cut the melons for others-not to mention that the old man in Jiulong just couldn't help but said that he didn't have any connection with her.

Zhou Fei was already feeling slumped during this period, so he simply plunged downstairs and jabbed a long knife into the ground.

The cook lowered his eyes and took a step forward. The little white face immediately took a step back. Upon seeing this, the cook smiled, stopped, and said softly: "That's fine, I'll go back with you. It's all up to you, don't disturb others."

The shopkeeper suddenly opened his mouth and said: "Slowly, slowly, uncles, excuse me, you see, there is such a cook in my little shop. You took him away. Where can I find another one?"

As he said, he leaned in front of the little white face and said.

Xiao Bai's face sneered, and reached out to his chest: "I care about you..."

Zhou Fei stuck a finger on the scabbard and was about to release his hand, but when he saw the dough-like shopkeeper stretched out his hand, he pinned the arm of the little white face, as if sucked up by something. He staggered a few steps forward, and was immediately controlled by the hands.

The shopkeeper clasped half of his arm. I don't know what technique he used. The little white face was sore with cold sweat, and he was actually quite stiff. After a muffled grunt, he gritted his teeth and didn't say any more.

Zhou Fei didn't expect this kind of change, and with a shrinking hand, the cocked scabbard fell back.

Xie Yun slowly said in her ear: "These three unregulated ghost places at the foot of Mount Heng, there are all kinds of monsters, ghosts, and snakes. Can you mix it with just your mouth? Have you seen the shopkeeper's hands?" /

Zhou Fei shook his head.

Xie Yun saw that her eyes were wide and round, and a small cluster of eyelashes was slightly raised at the end of the eyes, which looked very cute, and the slut's heart was about to move, deliberately hanging her appetite, like a wolf with a big tail. Said: "It's nice to say, I'll tell you."

Zhou Fei: "..."

She lifted the handle of the knife and knocked it under Xie Yun's ribs: "Say or not?"

Xie Yun was stabbed by her and bent over and almost bit her own tongue. Seeing Zhou Fei glanced at him with a smile, she said hurriedly: "Tell me, the hero saves some energy--this little shop doesn't It’s big, and there are many customers. On weekdays, the shopkeeper is a man and a donkey. Look at that shopkeeper. Many rough tasks such as cleaning and cleaning the table are done by themselves. The people who work are naturally palms. Yuzi, don't you think his hands are too thin?"

Zhou Fei really didn’t pay attention. He was taken aback when he heard the words, and when he looked carefully, he saw that the hands of the shopkeeper were as white as mutton, and the flesh was thinner than that of Wu Chuchu. He pinched the neck of the little white face, and even a green vein on the back of his hand. I can’t see, but I still smile tepidly: "Excuse me, I’m sorry, everyone is blocking the door. I can’t do business this early. I beg you to be considerate and considerate of the villain and give you some advice."

As he said, he bent down and bent over, his little white face was distorted with his movements. It was purple-red, and the cook couldn’t bear to take a step forward. He wanted to say something, but then he remembered what the shopkeeper was. I had no choice but to hold back for myself.

The old man in Jiulong blinked for a moment, took out a small flag from his arms, and put his hand in the door.

Xie Yun murmured: "The big thing is not good."

Before Zhou Fei had time to ask, he saw that the old man in Kowloon suddenly made a move and grabbed a merchant who lived in the corner of the wall. There were several dart-walking guards who followed the trader. No one had time to react. He saw him picking up his master like a chicken, picking up weapons, but no one dared to move first.

The cook frustrated, and said solemnly: "What are you doing?"

The old man in Jiulong looked helpless and sighed: "The real person of the shopkeeper did not show his face and caught my young master in one fell swoop. Either it's'bad care' or'bad work'. Choose one of the two. The crime of being old is bound to fall. According to the temper of my Patriarch, old life is bound to be unsafe, so the shopkeeper is also old. I’m an old trash. I can’t do anything else, so I have to avenge myself first. You pay to live in a shop and do business with my enemy. If you count this, there’s nothing wrong with sitting there."

He didn't finish his words, his hands were already suddenly exerting strength, the hapless passerby didn't even squeak, and his head was out of breath.

The old man in Jiulong threw the corpse: "The Blue Dragon Banner stands at the door, here is only allowed to enter, but not to leave, only the dead, not the living, what are you waiting for?"

A large group of people around the inn heard the words and immediately rushed into the inn, and surrounded the small inn with the shopkeeper and the residents.

Zhou Fei: "..."

You can even sit in a shop. Who is this **** provoke?