"Hey, have you heard that rumor about the Leng family?" At the table next to Shota Bingshan, several gossip men gathered around and began to chew on the root of their tongues.

"That? Is it about the rumor that the Leng family was cursed by the creator god two years ago? ”

"Yes, yes, that's it!"

"I heard that none of the juniors of the Leng family have advanced since that day two years ago!"

"Is this true? At the martial arts tournament a week later, did the Leng family still participate? After all, that's the Leng family who is the eternal champion! ”

"Who knows......"

……

The conversation of these people was listened to by Shota Bingshan word for word, and then the corners of his mouth slowly pulled out an evil smile, and his eyes looking out of the window were also full of unclear colors.

Hehe, cold day, how's it going, is her medicine good? In the future, the juniors of your Leng family will want to take a step forward!

That's right, this iceberg little Zhengtai is actually Leng Jiujiu, and the one squatting on the table is the little fat man who has to come out to eat snacks in life and death.

Jiujiu came out of the customs a month ago, and then came to the imperial capital non-stop, she has been in the imperial capital for a week, but she has no intention of returning to the Leng family at all, just wandering around the streets, inquiring about all kinds of gossip.

Then today, Jiujiu unexpectedly heard about the Leng family two years ago, although the initiator of that incident was not wrong with her, but from the mouth of others, it made her feel inexplicably comfortable.

Jiujiu, who heard the bad news of the Leng family, was in a good mood and ordered two more plates of desserts, which were piled up in front of the little fat man, ready to let this stupid cute eat a big meal.

The little fat man happily took a piece of his left paw and a piece of his right paw, and was reincarnated as a living foodie.

"Master, won't Brother Xiaoyue eat?" The little fat man said cutely to Jiujiu with a spiritual link.

Xiaoyue is about to cramp in the corners of her eyes in the ring, dear, you obviously live longer than me, but you say that I am your brother, is it really good for you to be cute like this?

"Well, Xiaoyue doesn't like sweets." Ninety-nine responded indifferently.

As soon as the little fat man heard this, he ate the dessert on the plate in three or two clicks, and the speed was simply beyond people's reach.

Xiao Yue Mo ......

Even Jiujiu twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, it turned out that this one had been slow to eat before because he was worried!

Walking out of the inn with the little fat man holding the support, Jiujiu wandered around the streets at will, auctioned the gold coins obtained from the pill in Mochizuki City, she didn't spend it well, she just happened to be interested today, and bought some small things casually.

When I first came to the imperial capital before Jiujiu, I booked a room in Juhailou for a month, and it was more than enough to live until the end of the martial arts competition!

Walking to the door of a weapons shop, Jiujiu had just stepped into the threshold when he heard a very low voice of blood coming out of the spiritual link.

"What? Dissatisfied with me? ”

"Nope!" Jiujiu subconsciously shook his head, a little unsure why he thought like this.

"And you're still looking at weapons?" Bloody grunted discontentedly.

Jiujiu instantly understood, it turned out that this iron-blooded demon knife was actually an arrogant? She shuddered instantly, frightened by her own thoughts.

"What the hell are you thinking?" The blood demon vaguely felt that Jiujiu was thinking about something bad, and said with a dark face.

"No, nothing, nothing!" This kind of thinking is something that he can never comprehend.

Ben had already stepped into the foot of the weapons shop, and Jiujiu consciously took it back again, turned around and walked towards the other shops.

It seems that this weapon shop will not be able to enter in the future, and she will tear her down in a fit of rage for fear of blood.