Long Xiaotian personally sent Yeming to the martial arts field, which made many people outside notice the young man beside him, especially the two of them were still smiling all the way, looking very close.

Zhang San, who had been guarding the door, saw Yeming come out, and immediately trotted over, he was used to observing words and expressions, he had already guessed the result, Zhang San tried to pretend to be calm, "Childe is good!" Hello Young Master Long! ”

Long Xiaotian responded gently, and said to Ye Ming: "Brother Night! I think the two of us are very compatible, if you don't dislike it, let Xiaotian be the east, let's go to the Juxian Building to get drunk and rest! ”

"No, I have something to do." Luminous refuses outright.

Long Xiaotian was rejected for the first time in his life to invite someone to dinner, and he was so ruthless, which was somewhat embarrassing, but the image that appeared in front of everyone for a long time made him easily relieve himself, "Hahahaha, Brother Night is reckless!" I'm waiting for a boy to be as upright as Brother Night! Not pretentious! ”

If it's normal, Yeming will definitely reply well! But at this time, the sound of the drum in his belly did not arouse any interest in talking, and he suddenly clenched his fists and shouted.

"Farewell!"

After speaking, Yeming, who took the initiative to end the conversation, ran towards the steamed bun shop in his memory in a hurry, Zhang San looked at the two of them, and turned to chase Yeming.

"Huh? - "Long Xiaotian, who had already raised his hand and was about to return the salute, froze in place, looking at the night light that disappeared into the flow of people, with a complicated emotion.

It's too faceless, and he's also a person with an identity, how does this make the onlookers think, and how can this kind of embarrassing thing be solved twice in one go?

Long Xiaotian was smiling and standing at the door of the martial arts arena, when a natural voice helped him out of the siege.

"Young Master! Master! Not far away, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old maid came panting, combing her twin hair, and her voice was crisp and pleasant.

"Oh! It's a little dragon spirit! Long Xiaotian put on a gentle and charming smile from the bottom of his heart this time, it was too timely, he stepped forward to support Long Ling, who almost fell, "Don't worry, take it slowly." ”

Long Ling calmed his breath, his big clear eyes were full of doubts, the young master was extraordinarily gentle today.

Long Xiaotian, who was seen to have changed, coughed, "Little Dragon Spirit, running so fast, is there anything good to tell me?" ”

"Young Master is so smart!" Long Ling smiled slyly, "Miss is back, let the young master hurry over." ”

"Huh?!" Long Xiaotian was stepped on by the tail, let out a strange cry, and before the people near the martial arts arena noticed this, he pulled the dragon spirit to a corner.

"This, Xiaolong Ling, how is my sister feeling when she comes back this time?" Long Xiaotian lowered his head and bent over, with an undisguised flattering tone, where was there still the shadow of the eldest young master of the Dragon Mansion.

The surrounding guards have long been accustomed to this kind of scene, and automatically form a circle to block the view of outsiders.

"Miss is in a very bad mood, and she has been staying in the studio to practice since she came back." Long Ling replied obediently, "Just now, Miss said that she wanted to see her long-separated brother, so she asked me to call you." ”

It's been a long time since they were separated, and it's only been less than a month, and Long Xiaotian seems to have seen what will happen to him next.

"And what—"

"Oh! The young lady also said that by the way, I would have a good discussion with the young master!"

"It's over..."

Looking at Long Xiaotian, who had nothing to love, Long Ling comforted: "Young master, actually, this time is different from the past, when Miss came back, I heard that it was attacked and was almost injured, but in the end, I didn't find that person, so Miss may be much more serious this time." ”

"What! In this Jing realm, there are still people who dare to touch my sister Long Xiaotian! Eat the bear's heart and leopard gall! Listening to Long Ling's comfort, Long Xiaotian's face was angry, his chest rose and fell violently, he stroked his chest and said to Long Ling: "Little Dragon Ling, you go back and tell my sister, I can't bear this breath, I'll take the people and find out the rat who hurt my sister!" ”

After watching Long Xiaotian's exaggerated acting skills, Long Ling hummed sweetly and walked in the direction of Longfu, "I will tell Miss that the young master does not want to come to see her." ”

"Wait! Wait a minute! That's not what I want to make. Long Xiaotian hurriedly grabbed Long Ling, "I'm hot-headed for a while, and I want to be angry for my sister immediately." ”

Long Ling turned his head, twitched his small nose, and asked with a smile, "Young Master, do you think Miss will believe it?" ”

Long Xiaotian's shoulder completely collapsed, and like a little adult Long Ling, he tried to reach out to Long Xiaotian's shoulder and patted it gently, "Don't struggle, young master, you can't dodge, this is your life." ”

"En-" Long Xiaotian, who recognized the reality, drooped his head and reluctantly followed behind Long Ling, "By the way, little Dragon Spirit, when you get to my sister in a while, you must help me say something nice, and forget what I just said." ”

Long Lingtou stretched out a white and tender little hand without looking back, and the familiar scene made the corners of Long Xiaotian's eyes jump, and he directly handed over the money bag.

Long Ling put away the money bag without looking, hummed a ballad, his steps were more brisk, and he jumped for a while from time to time, which was in stark contrast to Long Xiaotian, who was walking heavily behind.

On the other side, Yeming, who entered the bustling street again, also found a steamed bun shop, and the shopkeeper saw a peculiar young man in a fancy costume standing at the door, and asked enthusiastically: "This son, but do you want to buy steamed buns?" ”

Yeming smelled the fragrance and swallowed his saliva, "Ten!" No, twenty! ”

"Okay! Wait a minute. The shopkeeper skillfully pulled out a drawer from the cage drawer next to him, and brought a simple woven bamboo basket covered with lotus leaves, turned over the cage drawer, poured the buns into the bamboo basket, and the steaming buns immediately rolled off and separated, and then another drawer, he used long chopsticks to clip seven or eight buns from them, put them in the basket, covered them with a layer of lotus leaves, and handed them to Yeming with a smile on his face.

"Your buns, a total of ten dollars."

Yeming slapped the golden cake he had just got on the shop table, picked up a bun and started eating, and the delicious gravy suddenly overflowed between his lips and teeth.

Looking at the things on the table, the shopkeeper was startled, and he didn't touch it, "Childe, this is a small business, and I can't find it." ”

Zhang San, who had just arrived, saw the horseshoe gold on the table, and was a little glad in shock, it seems that he bet on the right treasure this time!

Yeming didn't speak, holding the bamboo basket, and kept sending buns to his mouth, meat buns the size of an adult's fist, one for five or six mouthfuls.

"I can't find it, he said I can't find it."

"What about the buns?"

"It's not that I don't give money, it's his reason."

"But what if he wants the buns back?"

"Oh?! ——”

The shopkeeper looked at Yeming, who was suddenly eating faster and faster, and said with a bitter face: "Childe, the villain really can't find it, you can look for it again and see if there is a copper plate." ”

Zhang San on the side gritted his teeth, rummaged through his body but only found eight money, he held it in his hand and counted it again, the shopkeeper saw this, and said directly: "Two of you, I'll charge eight money." He was afraid that this boy would have no small money and build so many buns for nothing.

Zhang San handed over the copper coin to the shopkeeper, and then took the horseshoe gold on the table and handed it back to Yeming, "Childe, this horseshoe gold is used by those big people, and we ordinary people can't afford it." ”

Ye Ming, who had wiped out half of the buns in the blink of an eye, frowned, and picked up another bun, this time his eating speed was significantly slower, "This?" Can't spend? ”