"Brother Hu, you only care about drinking alone, and there is a little girl outside who has been staring at you for a long time, and you don't even know it. The voice that was neither yin nor yang rose again, this time, directly at Wu Yan. As he spoke, he turned his head behind him again and looked at Wu Yan, the light finally not only illuminated his back, but also illuminated his face clearly, just like his voice that was neither yin nor yang, that face was also the same non-male and non-female, with the beauty of a woman, but the eyes had a unique gloom of a man.

Someone immediately sniffed out the deep meaning of the words, and laughed and joked: "Yo, the little girl is staring at our Brother Hu, not our brothers, she is a hero with a discerning eye, and she thinks that our Brother Hu is different and has taken a fancy to our Brother Hu." ”

"Yes, the person who can take a fancy to Brother Long must be different from an ordinary little girl. ”

"No, no, Brother Zhiying didn't stare at other people's little girls, how do you know that other people's little girls are looking at our Dragon Brother?"

Someone made a joke, so everyone at the table added a sentence to make amusement, laughed and turned their heads to look out of the canopy, to find Wu Yan's figure.

Wu Yan's fists clenched again, did she not cover herself well enough, so that people could easily see through herself at a glance? She bit her lip, and before the burly man saw himself outside the noodle stall, and did not wait for Xia Ziyan to raise his hand to pull herself to the side, she had already hid behind Xia Ziyan, and the dim light in the remaining shed lid stretched the shadow into the rainy night wetland, she stood in the shadow, and her own shadow also stood in his shadow, which happened to be a seamless fusion. And Xia Ziyan withdrew his hand and slowly raised his eyes, coldly facing the half-drunk eyes of the burly man.

"What the hell...... Zhiying, am I drunk or are you drunk, didn't you say that there was a little girl, wasn't it a man standing there?"

The half-drunk burly man slapped his hand on the table and stood up violently, tired from drinking, his eyes blinking frequently, and he was still steady when he walked. He walked towards Xia Ziyan and waved his hand as he walked, "What are you staring at the Sprinkle family?" I know the habits of your people in the south, they are all smiling on their faces and scolding in their hearts. Say, don't you think the Sprinkle family is funny, and laugh at the Sprinkle family in your heart!"

The cover of the noodle stall is supported by four wooden stakes each, and the burly man saw that Xia Ziyan didn't say a word coldly, and the anger was even stronger, and suddenly, a punch flew directly at a wooden stake closest to him and Xia Ziyan, and after a punch was sent, he changed his fist to grasp, and the stake that was hit couldn't help shaking, as if the chicken's neck had touched the edge of the knife, and he grabbed it out as if he was playing. The roof collapsed in an instant, and the shopkeeper was already so frightened that he hid in a corner, and the people drinking at the table were still sitting in a safe and sound position, looking back at them while drinking, calling them brothers and brothers, and they were all watching the drama at this time, and they were not dissuaded, whether they trusted the strength of this burly man surnamed Hu too much, or were they all clever people, and they knew that they should not step forward to stop it when it happened.

At this time, the collapsed shed cover was thrown up, and the burly man surnamed Hu spun out a stick flower and greeted Xia Ziyan. In the collapsed canopy, something pierced the damp and cold air of the rainy night, and a slight and almost inaudible sound was cut in the air, and the man called Zhiying who was neither yin nor yang seemed to be aware of it, and instantly looked back at the only lamp left in the canopy, almost at the same time, with the sound of "boom", the lights in the canopy had been extinguished, and in the darkness, only the water in the rain was faintly drifting, and it still could not illuminate the dark night.

The stake was not lowered, and a familiar voice sounded beside him, cold and urgent: "Young master, leave it to me here, please leave first." ”