Little beauty, don't pretend. ”

The young man shook his head helplessly, looking at Ye Zhi's eyes as if she had a brain disease.

Ye Zhi: Take a deep breath......

The fist clenched and loosened, Ye Zhi's face was as black as the bottom of the pot: "Why do you think I'm pretending, can't I be myself?" ”

What the hell is she not like herself?

To say that these people can see that she is not the original right protector of the Demon Sect, it is simply impossible. They couldn't even recognize the Right Protector of the Demon Sect, how could they possibly feel such a high-level thing.

So which of them did they get it wrong?

"Of course not." Someone then replied: "When you just entered the door, didn't you listen to what Lao Liu Tou said, the right protector of the Demon Sect killed many fellow Jianghu Daoists with a sword in Liuyuan Village, this happened three days ago, the news can be transmitted back here now, completely relying on the flying pigeon to pass the book, it is impossible for the right protector of the Demon Sect to fly for three days and three nights in a row, and appear here now." ”

Liuyuan Village is quite far from here, even if it is a day and night journey, it will take at least 5 days.

Even if they are the top masters in the rivers and lakes, they are human beings, not gods.

The daily rush also depends on horseback riding, if you just rely on light power to fly, after exhausting the internal strength, it will not be slaughtered by others.

So, based on the above conditions, it is easy for everyone to draw conclusions.

- The right protector of the Demon Sect is not here at all, and if there is, it can only be fake.

Ye Zhi: "......"

Unexpectedly, the True Protector was defeated by false rumors.

Is there any reason for this?

She turned back sadly and angrily, looked at her brother Ye, and looked accusatory.

With her movements, everyone in the inn remembered that she didn't come alone.

The old monk saw everyone's gaze shift, rolled his eyes, and quietly retreated.

"Stop!!"

Ye Madness gently put down the teacup in his hand, and spit out two fluttering words in his mouth.

The young man sitting next to him was terrified, staring wide-eyed as the waterspout in the teacup subsided instantly, as if nothing had happened, and at the same time as the cup fell, the tea was unexpectedly undisturbed, as if it was fake, and there was no splash in the cup, let alone ups and downs.

He gripped his companion harder.

Master, this is a supreme master, the supreme one!!

"Old monk, what about you."

Ye Mad simply followed the little girl's name, and his gaze fell sarcastically on the old monk: "The matter has not been cleared up, and it doesn't seem good for the master to apply oil to the soles of his feet like this." ”

The old monk's movements, which were about to escape, suddenly stopped, and he silently lowered his feet before everyone looked at him.

"Amitabha, I don't know what the donor is talking about."

He covered it up in a panic, but unfortunately he had already walked a few steps, and the person was originally standing in front of Ye Zhi, but at this time he was a few steps away, and anyone could see that he definitely wanted to slip away just now.

"It's okay if you don't know."

Ye Zhi stood up, Ye Zhi immediately ignored the old monk, ran over and grabbed his arm, and hid behind him.

"Brother, help me out!"

She shook Ye Mad's arm slightly.

"It doesn't matter." Ye Mad stared at the old monk tightly, and the murderous aura in his eyes made the old monk begin to tremble.

He understands that the really tough ones have finally made a move.

"The important thing is that what you just said makes me very unhappy."