"You're going to die~"

The boys, who had been badly repaired, gloated, as if they had completely forgotten that their clothes were in tatters, their noses were blue and their faces were swollen, and they were nothing compared to the dirty children.

This person, they can see, she has a habit of cleanliness, and it is not an ordinary habit of cleanliness! Well, like them, aristocratic, cleanliness that is not touched by the poor!

As soon as the teenagers said this, the children were so startled that they quickly let go of their hands, and sure enough, a pair of dirty black handprints were printed on the white and flawless white clothes, and they were suddenly trembling with fright, "Yes, yes, no......"

"It's okay!" Youfeng glanced at it carelessly, flicked it casually, and then puffed up his fist and compared it to the few bad and dangerous ones, and the teenagers shut up one after another.

She is actually different from them, she is obviously full of extravagance and unspeakable, and she is obviously the feeling of being a person who has been in the top position for a long time, how can she not be angry at all? The delinquent teenagers were all stunned, looking at each other, but there was some unknown light in their eyes.

Frightened by the wind, he took a few steps back, but no one wanted to escape.

The child didn't know if he was beaten or frightened, but seeing that Youfeng had no ill will towards him, and helped him drink back those people, he became bolder, and the hand holding her trouser leg became tighter and tighter.

"It really doesn't matter!" Being caught by the wind like this, he couldn't leave, so he had to squat down and pull his hand away, and when he saw the familiar and injured face, he was stunned a little, "Lang Lang? ”

The child was stunned by Youfeng's suddenly gentle tone, and he didn't know what he thought, so he hugged Youfeng's arm, whimpered, and looked up at Youfeng with tears in his eyes, "Lang Lang, Lang Lang, is it my sister's name for me?" ”

"Uh......" Things are a little confusing, that Lang Lang in the Netherworld will call her sister, it is very likely that as early as more than 400 years ago, it was she who gave the name!

"Okay, that's your name from now on!"

Youfeng walked out of the alley, and Lang Lang also followed behind her, looking at Youfeng timidly, not daring to get too close.

"Don't follow me!" She is not in the mood to sympathize with and protect others now, she just wants to find out where her parents are.

Although he said so, when Lang Lang followed Youfeng into a teahouse, but was drunk and ridiculed because of his injuries and tattered clothes, Youfeng still couldn't stand it.

"Shopkeeper, he's with me!" As if inadvertently, he pinched the arm of the store holding Lang Lang, and the store was in pain and quickly let go.

The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man who was a little fat, and he couldn't tell which race he belonged to, but there was occasionally a little sharp light in his small bean-like eyes.

Youfeng noticed it, and his subordinates unconsciously used three points of strength, and were pinched by Youfeng seemingly inadvertently, and the fat shopkeeper directly broke out in cold sweat, "You let go..."

The wind raised his hand slightly, and the chubby shopkeeper was lifted aside, and at the same time, a large bag of spars was thrown over, which happened to hit the shopkeeper's head, and said solemnly, "Remember, he is my person!" ”

The fat shopkeeper was dizzy and dizzy by the spar, and he was facing the pair of eyes that were as calm as ink, his brain suddenly saved, and all the temptations were dispelled, this person cultivated so deeply!

The people of the demon world only serve their fists, although they are brave, but all the demon people are extremely protective, and it has only been a few days since the release of the spy matter, and the entire Lost City is shrouded in a tense and serious atmosphere, as long as there is a little suspicion, it will be inadvertently targeted.

The girl in front of him, who didn't look very old, how could he not feel a little demon aura on her? On the contrary, this aura is a bit like the unique clear and thorough aura of the spiritual realm!

The fat shopkeeper was a shrewd person, so he didn't show it immediately, so he quickly stood up to accompany him, and personally took Youfeng and Lang Lang upstairs to the teahouse to entertain them.

"Guest, do you still need pastries?" Seeing that Lang Lang, who was dressed sloppily, drank several cups of tea in a row, the fat shopkeeper asked very intimately.

"Wash him and change his clothes!" Youfeng was in no mood to take care of Lang Lang, so he threw another bag of spars to the store and asked him to do a one-stop service.

Lang Lang walked downstairs with the fat shopkeeper, Youfeng sat alone in the lively teahouse, listening to the increasingly vigilant conversation of the demon people, for some reason, the irritability for no reason is rising, why hasn't that guy come? I made an appointment to meet at this tea shop at this time, will I encounter anything?

At this moment, Nangong Yehua's voice sounded behind her, "Curtain! ”

"You..." Youfeng turned around and was about to speak, but he saw two white-clothed women not far behind Nangong Yehua, although they were some distance away, but their eyes were always staring at this side, to be precise, staring at this guy, the irritability in Youfeng's heart became more and more unconscious.

Nangong Yehua sat down next to Youfeng like no one, picked up a cup of steaming tea in front of her and took a sip, and then affectionately touched Youfeng's head melon seeds, "Are you hungry?" ”

Youfeng retracted his gaze and looked up, "Did you notice?" ”

I don't care about food at all now, hey! Nangong Yehua sighed in his heart, and still ordered a few snacks, "Eat something first!" ”

Looking at several of the demon specialty pastries she used to like, Youfeng still had no appetite at all, and ate a little hastily and sat in front of the window in a daze.

And at this moment, a pair of thin little hands grabbed the hem of Youfeng's clothes, provoking Youfeng to almost throw a tea bowl over.

"Sister..." Lang Lang looked at Youfeng in fear as he held the tea bowl in his hand that was ready to be thrown out as a weapon, that pitiful appearance was really distressing.

"Uh..." Youfeng reacted, took a sip of tea from the tea bowl, looked up and down without half a point of embarrassment, and said, "It's good to clean it up!" ”

"Hey, hey, hey..." Lang Lang scratched his head embarrassedly and smiled shyly.

"What are you smirking at!" Youfeng shook his head speechlessly and asked him to sit on the bench, "Eat, don't follow me when you're full!" ”

"Sister..." Lang Lang, who had just grabbed a piece of pastry, stiffened his hands, looked at Youfeng, wrapped two bags of tears, and revealed a pitiful thin little face. That look, don't mention more......

"It's shameful to sell cute!" Ignoring him, the wind poured tea out of the teapot and took another sip to hide the idea that he wanted to ravage his face. This kid looks very cute, and he will definitely be a handsome guy in the future!

Nangong Yehua on the side was so stingy that he only took out the corner of his eye to look at Lang Lang, who was constantly grabbing Youfeng's attention, and then looked at the tea bowl he had drunk before in Youfeng's hand, and secretly paid attention to putting this tea bowl away.