-Uncle... As his mind returned to calm, Ruan Luo's title to Wang Chi was also restored, can you tell the juniors, how many people did you actually bring with you when you came out this time?

Just the two outside the door. But counting the two you carry, you have to count as four. While Wang Chi was talking, his hand that was originally casually covering the edge of the table was raised, and he stretched out his index finger and middle finger in the air, and soon put his hand back on the edge of the table, and a smile reappeared on his face, you won't mind if you borrow it temporarily, right?

Realizing that Ruan Luo's mentality was finally twisted by himself in a direction that he was happy to see, Wang Chi's mood was obviously much better. At this time, Ruan Luo's words and tone had the momentum of imitating his deceased father, which was exactly what Wang Chi was happy to see.

But Ruan Luo couldn't relax at all at the moment, but he knew that he needed to be calm, because just now, he decided to move closer to the back of his long-deceased father.

With a speechless expression on his face, after a while, Ruan Luo said: You're not joking now, are you?

Have you forgotten what just happened at the gate? Wang Chi's tone of speech is still leisurely, and I obviously have no talent for joking.

You're joking too scary. Ruan Luo looked sideways at the door, his face a little worried. But he didn't say anything to persuade Wang Chi to leave as he had just done, the tea in the cup was cold, and no one came in with a boiling kettle to refill the water in time - since they were running a teahouse, didn't they even know the basic common sense of when to add water to hot tea?

The tea house that can be opened in the Hengtai Pavilion block should also have a certain level of service, right? At least the rules of this tea service will not be lower than that of any medium-sized teahouse in Beijing.

Just when Ruan Luo was slightly displeased that this tea house called Yuwu Pavilion was too lazy with the guests, he suddenly heard a somewhat delicate voice coming:

Hee-hee, is the guest officer's tea cold?

Such a crisp and somewhat sharp and piercing voice, as well as such a syllable three-turn intonation, are really a little incompatible with the tea house environment of drinking tea and looking for a clean tea house.

There was actually a waitress in the teahouse, which was a tea waiter that had never appeared before.

The waitress's tone naturally rendered a flattering attitude, and when she heard this voice at first glance, she couldn't help but feel that the person who had just drunk the tea felt that the tea seemed to be filled with rouge and swallowed greasy balsam.

The waitress was still slowly coming down from the second attic above her head.

Just now there was the sound of kicking tiles and fighting on the roof, maybe it couldn't help but be that the thieves broke their bones, and the tile ridge on the roof was inevitably cracked.

Also, where did the guys and the shopkeeper who took the initiative to welcome him over in the Yuwu Pavilion before?

Looking at the graceful figure walking down the wooden stairs leading from the attic to the downstairs, Ruan Luo had no leisure to continue to pay attention to what this woman looked like, and he immediately shouted outside: Someone!

As soon as he shouted half a note of a word in his mouth, he felt a gust of wind hit his throat, forcing him to suffocate. And at this moment, he suddenly heard a crisp sound, and it seemed that two brittle objects collided with each other under the urging of great force, and the fragments flew all over the ground.

A drop of hot and moist liquid flowed out from the numb pain in his jaw, Ruan Luo subconsciously reached out and touched the uncomfortable place, and then spread his palms to see that his fingertips were full of blood. Although the flying fragments deflected through the veins in his neck, they still grazed diagonally from his jaw under the impetus of the great throwing force, leaving a bloody wound. Because the fragments flew extremely fast, this wound did not make Ruan Luo feel much pain.

But at this time, a sharp shock had risen in his heart!

Unexpectedly, the assassin actually sneaked in so quietly, and when he called out just now, he had not completely vetoed the identity of the woman who came down from the attic as a tea maid.

He didn't care that the wound on his jaw was still spilling blood, and immediately turned his head to look at Wang Chi, and was already ready to use his body as a shield in his heart.

As he turned his gaze, he saw that Wang Chi's left hand blocking the side of his neck had not yet been withdrawn, and the wide jade wrench on the thumb of that hand had been hit hard by some kind of hard object, and had been shattered into dozens of irregular jade particles, some of which fell on the table, and some of which splashed to the ground.

It can be seen that the texture of this jade wrench is excellent, even if it is broken, the scattered particles are large and the polygonal angles are smooth, otherwise Ruan Luo will inevitably have a few more bloody wounds on his neck-