Xiao Er held a wine bowl and a rice plate, tiptoeing between the dining tables. Today's guests are more than ever, and it is also a little more difficult to deal with, from time to time someone bangs the table and yells to serve the food, at this time, he pinches his throat and shouts: "Don't worry, guest officer, hurry up!" Then he held the bowl steadily, in which the elixir-like wine swayed slightly.

Xiao Er wiped the sweat with his sleeve and accidentally ran into a dart master in light armor. The master turned his head and glared at him, his armor clanging like a rusty bell. Xiao Er said "I'm sorry" in a low voice, and then flew away as if he was in the wilderness.

Wen Jin playfully watched Xiao Er put the drinks and meals together, his bright eyes were like a big net, and he held Ye Weiliang tightly: "I don't know what Miss Ye thinks about wine?" "The wine is intoxicating, but it is enough to clear the heart." Ye Weiliangdan's lips opened lightly, not messing up at all.

"Good answer." Wen Jin applauded, and then picked up the chopsticks without seeing anything, picked up a mouthful of food, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully. He knocked on his chopsticks, his voice was like a sword blade clashing, and he turned his head to look at the thin middle-aged man: "I don't know what to call this one?" ”

"Jia Yuan, Jia Yuan." Jia Yuan smiled flatteringly, picked up a handkerchief and wiped his sweat, and exhaled a hot breath. His body seemed to be a little more rickety, and his voice was loud and full of neutrality: "I am the leader of this caravan, of course, of course, my status is not as good as Miss Ye Weiliang." ”

"This is Uncle Ma, my personal guard." Ye Weiliang stretched out his palm, which was like a green onion, and gestured to the old man, "Uncle Ma was originally just a groom, but he has outstanding qualifications, and now he is a congenital martial artist, and he is highly valued. ”

"I'm glad I will." Wen Jin bowed slightly, keenly grasping the meaning of Jia Yuan's words, and asked with a little doubt, "In other words, you are not a caravan?" He stared at Ye Weiliang's calm eyes like snow, seeking answers.

"Yes." Ye Weiliang didn't hide it, his creamy skin reflected the light slightly, "We joined the caravan halfway, Mr. Jia provided the carriage and guards, and we paid a certain amount of money, the best of both worlds." ”

She turned her head to look at Wen Jin, and there seemed to be a peculiar attraction in her deep dark eyes: "When I introduced Uncle Ma, Mr. was neither strange nor in awe, can I believe that Mr. has seen the same master, or even ...... In itself? ”

A woman as smart as ice! Wen Jin's expression stiffened slightly, then slowly relaxed, and muttered: "I was fortunate enough to see the heroic posture of the innate martial artist before, and I remember it deeply. Ye Weiliang nodded, and did not ask interestingly.

"I wonder where Mr. wants to go?" Jia Yuan wiped his sweat, his handkerchief was already soaked with sweat, and the temperature was pleasant, but he seemed to be under the baking of the sun, "Can there be strong horses and comfortable carriages?" ”

Beads of sweat like grains of rice poured out endlessly. Jia Yuan's implication was already clear, and he wanted Wen Jin to go with them in order to deepen the bond between them. Although he couldn't see the special features of Wen Jin, if he could make Miss Ye value it so much, it would probably be worth dating.

Wen Jin's eyes lit up, and he put down his chopsticks, and the sound of the bowl and chopsticks colliding was as crisp as a chime. It just so happened that their carriage was turned into ashes by the man in the cloth, and it was just when they needed to go with people, so they didn't think much about it, and said, "We want to go to Ocean City, but we don't have a carriage, and we are very distressed. ”

Jia Yuan smiled and was about to speak, but saw Wen Jin's face stagnant, and he turned his eyes to the door. Jia Yuan was slightly stunned, followed Wen Jin to move his eyes, and saw a handsome man in a white robe walking steadily towards here, with a smile on his face, and a starry sky in his eyes.

Li Wuming walked in as he paced. The moment he walked in, all the hustle and bustle seemed to disappear, and faintly all eyes were focused on him, and all attention fell on his sun-scorching white robe.

The sound of his footsteps landing on the ground was so clear that it echoed through the inn. The noise sounded again, and the dart masters in the inn seemed to have discovered nothing, and naturally talked and laughed, and the gags were endless.

A drop of soybean-like sweat slipped down Uncle Ma's forehead. His body tensed, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Li Wuming, as if he had encountered some wild beast. Ye Weiliang noticed Uncle Ma's abnormality, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Ye Weiliangyu patted Uncle Ma's shoulder with his hand, lowered his voice and said, "Relax, Uncle Ma, not an enemy." Uncle Ma's muscles relaxed, and he looked at it again, but found that Li Wuming was nothing special, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Am I reading it wrong? Uncle Ma was a little puzzled, because at this time, Li Wuming looked very ordinary in other aspects except for his face like a jade. The chassis is floating and weak, the body is emaciated, and there are no traces of exercise, so he doesn't look like a martial artist.

"My golden years, Xiao Wenjin, who are these people?" From afar, Li Wuming showed a warm smile like the sun, and waved his hand at him, without any sense of restraint. With a sweep of his bright eyes, he understood the general situation.

Ye Weiliang stood up suddenly, stretched out his soft wattle towards Li Wuming, and his voice was as light as cotton: "This gentleman, my name is Ye Weiliang, I am a businessman, I am honored to meet you...... Do you know Mr. Wen? ”

Li Wuming stared at Ye Weiliang, suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand, shook it lightly like a dragonfly, and said with a smile: "What a girl who knows how to be polite, my name is Li Wuming, and Wen Jin is ......" His deep dark eyes glanced at Wen Jin, "Friend." ”

Wen Jin glanced at Li Wuming and didn't speak, but there seemed to be a slight warmth in his chest. Jia Yuan wiped his forehead, folded the handkerchief neatly, stood up, and smiled earnestly: "Mr. Li, I am Jia Yuan, the owner of this caravan, if you stop by, please come with us, there will be more people to join in the fun." ”

"It's an invitation you can't refuse." Li Wuming's clothes were like snow, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a white fox with his head sticking out, "It seems that Wen Jin has already told you that our carriage broke down for various reasons......"

He raised his head and met Ye Weiliang's eyes: "Since Wen Jin believes in you, I have no objection, so I will bother you." ”

He leaned over and picked up a wine bowl on the wooden table, tilted his head and drank it down, the hot liquor flowing down his esophagus like a swimming dragon, making his body slightly hot.

Li Wuming wiped the corners of his mouth, his eyes were clear and not drunk, and he exclaimed: "Good wine." ”

Jia Yuan took out a handkerchief folded into a square and wiped his forehead, his eyes shining.