Out of the restaurant, Bu Fan chatted with the boy for a long time.

The young man said bitterly, he has been in Changle City for many years, and he usually eats by running errands for people. Bu Fan was not stingy, and directly gave the young man a thousand spirit stones.

At first, the young man was reluctant to accept it, but in the end, Chu forced a knife to the young man, so that Kuyan could practice hard and get out of Changle City in the future.

Speaking of which, it was a fluke that the young man knew that the whereabouts of the endless joy were also a fluke, and it was incredible to think about it until now.

Under the leadership of Ku Yan, several people walked towards the south of the city, completely unaware that under the wrong guidance of the banner rider, Chang Xiao still thought that they were disciples of the Holy Banner Sect, and were thinking about how to take revenge.

In the south of the city, far away from the Changjia and Lejiajia, it is on the edge of the most chaotic area of Changle City. It's not that the Chang family and the Lejia can't manage this side, it's just that this side is poor and dilapidated, and most of them are outlaws, and they can't afford to spend a lot of effort to do something that can't make any money at all.

As a result, although this area is on the edge of darkness, it has become a paradise for most people and a hell for many.

This street in the south of the city, known as the garbage street by the locals, is lined with dilapidated houses, and the pungent smell is far away from many people.

On both sides of the avenue, you can see garbage everywhere, not only that, but there are also a lot of white bones piled up for an unknown amount of time, how many warriors are competing to fight, either you or I die, and finally both are injured, dragging the crippled body to lie on the ground forward.

There are not a few warriors who fight without saying a word, and the sound of cursing and screaming is mixed together, for such a scene, bitter words seem to have long been commonplace, and explained to Bu Fan and a few people, and carefully led the way in front.

Bu Fan and a few people walked forward along the whole street, the more they walked, the deeper their eyebrows wrinkled, the speed of bitter words did not decrease, leading the way in front, Chu Yidao and a few people followed closely behind, only Bu Fan and Bei Eleven walked to the end.

Seeing that he was going deeper and deeper into the garbage street, Bei Shiyi showed a thoughtful look, leaned in front of Bu Fan's eyes, and snorted forward, just about to say something, but was interrupted by Bu Fan making a silent gesture.

Bu Fan nodded, his face showed a touch of playfulness, his eyes narrowed slightly, his frowning brows stretched, and he quickened his pace to follow.

He walked forward bitterly, but he didn't notice that Bu Fan and a few people were left behind, and he timidly said this to Chu Yidao, and finally stopped in front of a remote teahouse.

"It's here. ”

There are not many people in the teahouse, and it can be said that there are only a few people here.

A group of monks who thought they were still in this dark area and still had elegant feelings, a few people at a table, chatting together, and there were also two people and two people, playing chess and drinking there, analyzing the shortcuts to cultivation.

There are even more people, who look erudite and talented, holding a book, holding their eyelids, sleeping at the table, looking carefully, the book is taken backwards.

There was only a private seat by the window, a young man with a gentle appearance, holding a cup of hot tea and sniffing carefully.

"There is a tiger in the heart, sniffing the roses, but what can I do. The young man's voice was a little sharp, and he spoke as if he was pinching his throat, pouring a sip of tea as he spoke, and looked up and smiled around.

And at the table next to him, no one sat down, and they all avoided it from a distance, as if the young man was some kind of flood beast.

The young man didn't care about this, and continued to fill a cup of tea, his slender fingers running through his red lips, and looking out the window with an intoxicated expression.

"Everyone in the world is drunk, I am awake alone, this tea ...... It's warm. The young man reclined in his chair, picked up the teacup in one hand, and poured the warm tea on the table.

Xu was a little bored, the young man pushed away the teacup, took out a handkerchief in his arms, spread the handkerchief on the table, lowered his head and sniffed lightly, a breath of rouge made him intoxicated, and was about to reach out to the teapot on the table, only to see a folding fan blocking the handle of the teapot.

The young man looked up in surprise, and the one holding the folding fan in front of him was a dashing boy dressed in white, he was slightly stunned, squeezed out a bright smile, withdrew his hand that stopped in mid-air, and crossed his red lips again: "What does this mean by Childe? Has the slave ever offended Childe?"

Hearing the young man speak, the folding fan in the hand of the dashing boy was stunned and almost broken.

"This son, this is less than that. The man in white spoke very casually, looking like a bully.

This person is Bu Fan, the folding fan in his hand has not been put away, God knows how desperate this bewitching young man in front of him was when he just spoke.

Can't the hell you have fun with this?

A man he could barely tell the difference between a man and a woman.

Hardened his head and endured the discomfort in his stomach, Bu Fan said one sentence in full.

More than 11 people in the north also had collective convulsions, but they didn't expect that the target this time would be such a species of male not male and female not female.

That's right, if it weren't for the bitter words, in the teahouse, by the window, no one dared to sit everywhere, and the young man who looked neutral and wore red clothes was the person they were looking for, and Bu Fan almost thought that he had found the wrong person.

This is the mysterious Lejia Ershao who can't finish it?

In this indistinguishable state between male and female, ordinary people can't imagine it.

Of course, if you want to drink at the same table with the slave family, the slave family will make it difficult for you to sit halfway. The young man covered his mouth, smiled coquettishly, and then moved his ass and thighs to the side.

“......”

Bu Fan suddenly regretted a little, and hurriedly dodged and took a few steps back, deeply disgusted. I think that since his return, few people can fight with him, this time, when he meets a master, he doesn't make a move, and he will lose in a word.

"I'll leave it to you. ”

Qicheng stood up reluctantly, looking extremely arrogant, and stepped on the table and drank directly: "Tell you kid, this seat, we are less than a step to take a fancy to it, you have to let it if you don't let it, if you know each other, get away, don't lose people's appetites." ”

"I really don't want a slave to accompany you, I'm really what you're looking for. He was already sitting there, playing with his fingers, and looking at the flag rider with a smile.

"You admit it very quickly, give you two ways, and the answer is satisfactory to our boss, you live. If you can't satisfy our boss, I'll teach you my own way. Qicheng was stunned for a moment, pulled out the chair opposite and sat down, staring at the joy with his eyes.

Ignoring the flag rider, he restrained his seductive color, flicked his shoulder, and the whole person became normal, turned his head to Bu Fan, and suggested very seriously: "I know what you want to ask, I'm sorry, I don't know." ”

"But it doesn't matter, sit, maybe we can talk. When a few people almost couldn't help but move, they couldn't help but chuckle and continued.

Bu Fan finally relieved himself, but he still stood far away, keeping a distance from Le Buwan, and flicked the folding fan in his hand until Le Buwan finished speaking, and looked at it with a smile: "What are you talking about? For example, talk about your delay?"