The carriage walked again on a dark and rainy night, and no one could tell where it was going, but watched silently as it faded away.

The wind chimes gradually blurred until they were inaudible, and under the purple embroidered umbrella, the handsome boy Tang Fan Xing, stepped on Langyi's steps, and walked over gracefully.

Everyone turned around and looked at the people who came in from outside the door, but saw that he was in his twenties, with a brocade belt hanging from his waist, and a cyan jade pendant between his walks, swaying slightly, which was warm and elegant.

Zhou Laoxian, squinting his eyes slightly, looked at this descendant of the Immortal Sect, one of the seven major factions, only to see this person in front of him, the sleeves of his robe were stained with water vapor, and his long hair was naturally scattered on his shoulders.

His lips were slightly hooked, he folded the purple flower umbrella casually, walked into the store, sat down in an empty seat at random, looked back indifferently at the eyes of the whole house, and asked rhetorically, why, there is no tea?

What kind of tea does Childe want?

In the light color of the candlelight, a pleasant and crisp woman's voice sounded softly, and out of the voice was a beautiful girl, she had graceful eyebrows, a jade-like nose, and a pair of eyes that seemed to contain water, which amazed the four seats, without the cover of the veil, her face was finally displayed in the world, and there was no doubt that the beauty of this young woman was a word that could make people feel extremely appreciated.

The gentle long hair, faintly moving between the ups and downs of the chest, the breeze blowing through the door, the candle flame seemed to dare not look directly at the beauty of this woman, and they swayed uncertainly.

In the eyes of everyone, a light yellow willow skirt, fluttering chic, a golden belt wrapped around the delicate waist, extremely rendered with luxurious colors, three slender golden thorns, surrounded by clouds on the belt, quiet and silent swing, she is such a woman in this world who dare not look at directly, after Ying!

A slender green onion white jade hand, pinching a cup of delicate copper cup, she smiled charmingly, the tea tray in her hand is placed on the top of the porcelain pot, the spout is still steaming from Juanjuan, there is a cup next to it, together with the tea tray looks slightly weighty, but after seeing the Ying, this young woman, holding the cup in one hand and the tea tray in the other hand, is not the slightest embarrassment, but is full of calmness,!

He put the teacup in front of Tang Fan Xing in a dignified manner, and said with a smile on his face, Lan Qiao Mountain, which has been treasured for ten years, please use it.

Suddenly, a crisp shatter was accompanied by ah...... A scream, suddenly swept through everyone's ears in the lobby, the middle-aged man should be called, but it was a young man in a green shirt, with an anxious face, squatting and picking up the broken porcelain pieces all over the ground in a panic, the sharp porcelain blade cut through the skin, overflowing bright red blood, the young waiter, but he didn't know, just buried his head in a panic and picked up the broken pieces all over the ground,.

The hot tea flowed all over the ground, Zhou Laoxian's eyes swept over Tang Fanxing, and behind him, a few imperceptible traces of anxiety and panic flashed in the depths of his eyes, and suddenly, he felt a little cold behind him, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, he panicked in his heart, and turned back suddenly.

frowned, and saw the middle-aged man who had been drinking with him, his face was slightly gloomy, and his eyes were staring at him attentively.

I couldn't help but be taken aback in my heart, but after all, I was old and good, so I calmed down, and said with a slight smile, young man, my hands and feet are a little clumsy, and my brother is not surprised. ……

The middle-aged man, who didn't seem to care, withdrew his gaze from Zhou Laoxian's face, looked elsewhere, stretched out his hand to comb the long hair that flowed from his shoulder, and then said with a smile, since he is young, he should practice more hard, and study is!

As he spoke, he couldn't help but look at the young man who was hurriedly burying his head and squatting on the ground to pick up broken porcelain, only to see that the ground was full of fragments, which had been almost picked up, and some of the attendants who reacted around him also helped him pick it up in an orderly and steady manner.

After the qiē pick-up was completed, Zhou Laoxian, with a wave of his hand, immediately dispersed several attendants, and resumed their own work.

The middle-aged man, seeing the dark back of the young man, walked into the back room, he smiled a few times, but he did not speak.