Fang Bei quietly picked up a soup-filled bun, opened the window to drink the soup, and nodded: "Well, it's delicious." ”

He completely ignored He Ping's two words.

Xue Ling was really sturdy and startled.

Bianliang soup dumplings are very famous.

However, Bianliang is almost two or three hundred miles away from Los Angeles, and even if it is a fast horse with an expedited speed of six hundred miles, it will take a whole day to come and go.

The latest time Sister Ping saw her yesterday was the unitary time, and now it is three quarters of the time, that is to say, Sister Ping ran to Bianliang overnight to buy soup dumplings and ran back in the more than eight hours from the unitary time to the first hour?

Even the soup dumplings are still hot?

What kind of fairy speed is this?

Of course, with Xue Ling's imagination, she couldn't imagine that He Ping actually went to find Butterfly Niangzi to kill first, and then went to Bianliang, and even because the store didn't open for business early, she slept in the moonlight on the city wall for half the night.

Yes – it's something that no normal person can imagine.

"Why does Sister Ping suddenly want to go to Bianliang to buy soup dumplings?" Xue Ling asked tentatively.

And it's still hot to fill the soup bag when I buy it, what kind of fairy speed is this.

"I've heard from others." He Ping said lightly, gently peeled it off, and then looked at Fang Bei: "What happened last night?" ”

Xue Ling sighed a little in his heart, but he listened to Fang Bei calmly explain what happened last night, although it was brief, but it was very complete and concise.

He Ping nodded: "What about the gold?" ”

Fang Bei seemed to have been prepared, took out the gold and put it on the table, He Ping picked it up and weighed it, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Good job." ”

Xue Ling was stunned - so he didn't plan to punish Fang Bei?

Obviously, there are so many guests who have been put in.

Is this for the sake of protection money?

"What about the Dragon Boat Festival?" He Ping continued to ask.

As soon as the proprietress came back, she tried to regain control of the overall situation, which made Xue Ling a little ashamed: "Still resting in the guest room, Fang Bei has already changed his wig, I plan to tell him some basic information when he wakes up." ”

As for what kind of basic situation it is, it will be determined according to the state of awakening during the Dragon Boat Festival.

He Ping nodded and touched Xue Ling's head: "Then you eat first, remember to watch the Dragon Boat Festival later." ”

Saying this, He Ping walked upstairs by herself, and Xue Ling was a little surprised: "Sister Ping, are you going?" ”

"I'm going to see the guests." He Ping turned around and said calmly.

……

……

Since there was only one bed in the guest room, Ningxia did not mean to let Fang Bei add an extra bed, and when the only bed was occupied by the black, Ningxia also slept on the table in the guest room for a night.

Fortunately, the wine is very sweet and delicious, and Ningxia actually slept well this night, but when the daylight shines through the window lattice, Ningxia has not fully woken up.

At this time, there was a quiet knock at the door.

It was a very calm, rhythmic knock, neither light nor heavy, and the interval between each knock was almost as precise as an hourglass.

"Who." Ningxia looked at the door, she actually didn't even take off her clothes, and she had been in a light sleep.

After all, she was taking care of the wounded.

"I, He Ping." He Ping's voice came quietly from outside the door, cold and indifferent: "The owner of this inn." ”

"I heard that there were new guests last night, I want to ask, how are you staying, are you satisfied with the small shop?"

Ningxia was a little stunned before replying: "Very satisfied, the service is very thoughtful." ”

"May I go in?" He Ping continued to ask outside the door.

Ningxia thought for a moment before he spoke, "Come in." ”

He Ping pushed the door open and entered—just like all inns, in addition to the guest who had his own room key, the store naturally had his own spare key.

The two men glanced at each other at the door.

He Ping was wearing emerald green clothes, dusty, but she didn't have any tired look, her hair was like ink, her eyes were like stars, and she looked at Ningxia with a smile: "The girl is not from Middle-earth?" ”

Ningxia never undressed overnight, but she was not wearing any Central Plains clothes, and her appearance and hair color were very different from the halfway, she said with a smile: "The boss lady looks so beautiful, and the little girl is ashamed." ”

"The girl is pretty tight." He Ping said with a smile, and then looked at Hei Wu on the bed: "Dare to ask who this girl is?" ”

"He is my cousin, who was deceived and lost his entanglement in Middle-earth, and he was seriously ill, but fortunately he met me and picked up a life." Ningxia Zhangkou came without hesitation.

He Ping nodded, then moved the lotus step lightly, came to Hei Wu on the bed, reached out and stroked Hei Wu's forehead, and then smiled: "It looks like the fever has subsided." ”

Hei Wu was motionless under He Ping's hands, as if he was asleep.

Ningxia couldn't help but tense his body, and said: "Yes, he slept all night, ate something, and his condition was much better." ”

"Life is not easy." He Ping nodded and said softly: "Let him take good care of his body, and then go back to the Western Regions." ”

Ningxia nodded yes, He Ping turned around and left, and when he walked to the door, he turned around and smiled: "Xiao Soul Inn, feel at home." ”

"When you come here, you can rest assured that you can recuperate and stay."

After saying this, He Ping closed the door and left.

Ningxia only felt cold sweat soaking his back.

When He Ping's footsteps left, Ningxia said in a trembling voice: "Who is she?" ”

In the conversation with Ningxia before, this woman in green was consistent from beginning to end, and she couldn't find the slightest flaw.

even made Ningxia have a kind of wrong situation, if he dared to make a move on her, then he would die on the spot, and he would definitely not have any life.

This kind of terrible feeling has never even been felt in Ningxia when facing his master's miserable old man.

Kurono was under her, quieter like a quail.

"I don't know." Kuro's voice sounded a little hoarse, and there was even the smell of blood in his throat.

Under He Ping's hands, he tried his best to restrain his desire to make a move, so that a trace of blood blisters appeared in his lungs, which were surging into his mouth little by little, and then swallowed raw.

"There are such terrible people in the Central Plains."

Ningxia nodded stunnedly.

"But she said we can stay here?"

"Probably dismounted." Hei Wu said quietly.

"She came here to probably warn us not to cause trouble here."

Hei Wu looked at the ceiling and sighed: "People like her are still in the cage." ”

"When will I be able to get out of this cage?"

Ningxia stood up and looked out the window.

The voice sounded firmly: "There will be a day." ”