This is not the end, and then someone broke out that the owner of the Drunken Immortal Building is Mrs. Wu'anhou.

At this time, the people all over the city panicked, not to mention that there were no guests in the Drunken Immortal Tower, the people of Jinzhou City even took the initiative to attack the people who stepped into the Drunken Immortal Tower.

But fortunately, at this time, the prefect of Jinzhou City stood up and led troops to guard the Drunken Immortal Tower, which made those ignorant people fearful.

After that, many people died in Jinzhou City one after another, and the people who died were either rich or noble, and the people were panicked, and they all closed the doors of their homes and did not leave their homes.

And recently, even the prefect's son has suffered, I heard that it was not good since yesterday, some people are very happy when they hear it, blame them for surrounding the drunken immortal building, and some people have been worried.

Those who are worried about the prefect's condition are the shopkeepers and guys of the Drunken Immortal Mansion in front of them.

The reason why they have not been in danger in the past month is because the prefect came forward, thinking that it would be because of them that the prefect's family was involved in trouble, and everyone was concerned.

The shopkeeper was crying with snot on his face and tears on his face, "Madam, if it weren't for the protection of the prefect, I'm afraid that we would have died a long time ago, this is obviously someone targeting our Drunken Immortal Tower!" ”

Looking at the embarrassed look on his big face, Chen Mengtian twitched the corners of his mouth.

However, the other side is right about one thing.

This matter is clearly aimed at the Drunken Immortal Building, and the purpose is clear, even the shopkeeper knows it, the prefect of Jinzhou City, as the official of a city, must also know this truth, so he will shelter the people in the Drunken Immortal Building.

"I'm aware of this, and I'll settle it soon. You get up first, see if there's anything to eat in the kitchen, and make some simple ones and bring them to the room on the third floor. ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, he immediately got up from the ground, his legs were still a little weak, and the guys on the side saw him trembling, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

The shopkeeper's eyes were full of Chen Mengtian at this moment, especially when he heard her say that he would solve the matter, he said excitedly: "Yes! And food! I'll have someone cook for Madame! ”

"Well, go ahead."

Ning Er, who was in Jiang Zebei's arms, heard this, and said to the shopkeeper: "Miss Ben wants to roast the goose!" ”

The shopkeeper immediately responded: "Okay, good! Roast the goose, now go to the backyard to catch the goose for the little master to make! ”

Ning Er's voice was exchanged for the doting of everyone present.

Chen Mengtian took An'er's hand and walked towards the third floor familiarly, Jiang Zebei glanced at the shopkeeper lightly when he left, and his eyes were dark with deep meaning.

In front of him, there had never been someone who looked at him so directly.

Although the shopkeeper's eyes were full of respect and did not exceed half a point, he was the first person who dared to look at Tian Tian in front of him for so long.

Jiang Zebei retracted his meaningful gaze, hugged the daughter in his arms, and went upstairs to follow Chen Mengtian's footsteps.

Suzaku and Shiyi immediately followed, and the upstairs room still needed them to take care of it, as for Qinglong and the dark guard, it was not suitable for men to clean up the room.

After the group went upstairs, the shopkeeper behind him suddenly felt cold, as if he was being targeted by something.

He shuddered violently, and walked to the back kitchen with the help of his men.

When he was halfway there, he suddenly remembered the monk who was standing beside his wife, wearing a white monk's robe and holding the little master in his arms.

It's not right to say that he is a monk, there is clearly no ring scar on the man's head, and a layer of green stubble has grown on it.

Thinking of the intimate contact between the little master and the man, the shopkeeper slowly turned around with a deep contemplative face.