From beginning to end, the expression on her face was a little blank. Xiao Qi, a merchant in the restaurant, muttered in a low voice: "This little girl is calm. ”

The lame king had already picked up the hookah and stuffed it back into his mouth, and shook his head when he heard the words: "It's better to say that the heart is dead." ”

At worst, when you die, what's so terrible about dying?

When the meal was ready, he went to the back kitchen and brought it to the table.

I have to say that his restaurant is not good-looking, but the dishes he makes are very authentic, and everything is full of color, flavor and flavor. Ning Xiaoxian praised his family's good craftsmanship, and Wang Cripple's eyes narrowed with a smile: "Madame can eat more if she likes it." ”

Ning Xiaoxian glanced at the food brand on the counter: "A braised fish actually costs two dollars of silver?"

She understood the impact of soaring prices on civilians. Fortunately, the Lujiabang water is full of patches, and there is no lack of fresh lakes, which alleviates a little famine.

The lame king pouted at the city gate: "Where is the cheap price now? You still eat by the lake, and it is more expensive to enter the city, and it may not be so fresh to ask for three dollars of silver." ”

Zhuo Lan looked at him and suddenly said, "The shopkeeper can answer so quickly and freely." ”

Wang was stunned: "What do you mean, girl?"

"Civilians are rarely so calm when they see the barbarians being killed, still in their own shops. Zhuo Lan narrowed her eyes, "You have smoked two bags of cigarettes at this time, and you are still in front of us, don't you know how to snub the guests?"

After the lame king finished delivering the food, he did sit behind the counter and smoked, and smoked vigorously. Although the restaurant is spacious, you can still smell the heavy smell of smoke when you sit in a three-person position.

Only then did the lame man put down his cigarette pouch and woke up like a dream: "Oh, I'm addicted to ...... cigarettes."

"Not only do you smoke a lot, but you like to add spice to it. Ning Xiaoxian suddenly stopped, smiled and said, "This method of making medicine is also exquisite, but it's a pity that you don't know that I am from a Danshi?"

The lame man walked out and said in a daze, "Madam, what are you talking about......" He was already limp and anxious, and stumbled around the counter, his body was half shorter, and his arms were propped up on the lattice at the bottom of the cabinet.

Huang Fuming sighed: "Bedbug-like things, sister hasn't played enough?"

Immediately afterwards, everyone in the store felt that the air seemed to be slightly stagnant, as if something had happened, but no one could say anything unusual.

Wang Cripple also pressed on the bottom of the cabinet, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he looked up suddenly, but saw that Huang Fuming was still sitting in his original position, and his posture had not changed, but there was a large stoneware urn on the table.

Ning Xiaoxian glanced into the urn and couldn't help but say, "Good guy, there are so many thunderstorms!

Inside were black balls, each the size of a taro bag.

Speaking of this thing, there are probably not many people in the world who know more than her: it is the earthquake mountain thunder produced by Qianjintang, which is just a preliminary version from a long time ago. The war in the southern Ganbuzhou was in full swing, and Qianjintang, as an arms dealer, had a particularly hot business. Conventional clever weapons such as Zhenshan Thunder have now launched their more than ten generations of versions, which are far more elaborate and powerful than the black balls in front of them.

Just now, Wang Cripple cheated and fell, just to take advantage of everyone's unpreparedness and use a cigarette pouch to ignite these shocking thunders!

The stability of the first generation of earthquake thunder is not very good, and it will explode in case of open flame. If it weren't for Huang Fuming seeing through it at a glance and snatching it away, this entire urn of thunder would explode, to say the least, within a radius of twenty miles.

He sneered, his five fingers opened, and suddenly a huge suction force dragged Wang Cripple to the table. The latter only felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, but it was Huang Fuming who simply stretched out his palm and smashed his pipa bone, followed by a violent divine power that rushed into his body with a devastating momentum, and walked through two weeks in an instant.

"You are a human cultivator. Huang Fu Ming figured out his situation at once, "But the dantian is broken, and he can no longer practice." ”

The lame king was facing the dinner table, and the severe pain came, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and scream. But in the spit splashing, a tiny spark shot out of his mouth at the same time, straight to the pottery urn on the table.

This breath has been bad for a long time, and he can endure the burning and secretly hold a small handful of lit tobacco in his mouth, and he doesn't know how to keep it inextinguishable. As long as the thunder is ignited, this girl can be blown up to the sky!

This hand was a little unexpected.

But in the next moment, the strange feeling of everyone appeared again, and then the spark spit out by the lame king fell on the table......

But nothing was ignited.

It was only the last light and then it went out.

The urn containing the thunder shook the mountain, and I don't know when it ran to the feet of Huang Fuming. He grabbed Wang Cripple for a long time, but he didn't make a sound, obviously waiting for Ning Xiaoxian to fall.

Ning Xiaoxian sighed slightly and asked the lame king, "Why?"

They had no grievances in the past, and they had no enmity in the near future, so why did this lame man want to kill her? He did not hide his hatred at the moment, otherwise he would not have gone to blow up the thunder with the idea of dying together.

His dantian was shattered, and he had already become a mortal, and as soon as the thunder sounded, whether he could blow up Ning Xiaoxian or not, he would have no luck.

Even so, is he willing?

Wang Cripple's eyes were already red when he stared at her, and he scolded: "You are a calamity, causing the entire Southern Ganbu Continent to be in war and the people to live in poverty! If you still understand some shame, why don't you die as soon as possible to thank the world?"

The muscles of his face are now twisted, showing all the hideousness, how can he still have half of the kindness he had when he was doing business before?

Huang Fuming restrained him in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on Ning Xiaoxian, to see how she reacted, but then he was a little disappointed. Because Ning Xiaoxian's face didn't even change, it seemed that Wang Cripple was not scolding her.

Her voice was very flat and flat: "Oh, I live a good life, where am I sorry for the world, why do I have to die?"

"Just because of you, Yinliu had to retreat to the southwest and hand over the southern Ganbu Continent to the barbarians to trample!" "The lame king knew that he was going to die, and at this time, the roaring hall, the voice spread far away, and the nearby guests were dumbfounded, and they didn't know what to do, "You are pampered in the sacred mountain, eat butter crabs here, and live a good life and live freely! Do you know that we, the moths of the Immortal Sect, are fighting the fire and desperately blocking the enemy? Do you know how many people we have died in the past three years!"

Why didn't she know? Wo would broadcast the situation on the mainland in real time. Ning Xiaoxian understood it in his heart, but asked him in his mouth: "Your dantian and legs were damaged when you fought with the barbarians?" This person was originally a monk, and later he probably returned to the world to make a living in this small business because of the fact that his body was half disabled and his cultivation was completely lost.

Changing from a monk to a mortal is tantamount to being beaten back to the world from heaven, and the huge psychological gap can be imagined.