That Shang Ru analyzed his guess and said, "Only Gong Moyu likes to travel in all directions, so it is very likely to appear in Wanshou Mountain, although our Wanshou Mountain is not a good place for leveling, but the scenery is still very beautiful." ”

"Makes sense." The crowd agreed.

Gong Moyu? Feng Aojun retracted his gaze and listened with a hint of interest.

"Why isn't it Our Lady Nangong Nishang?" Objections were raised.

Cut, Shang Ru despised the man's IQ and said: "Our Lady is a woman, Feng Aojun is a woman, will a woman help a woman?" His words immediately painted a very romantic color for this very ordinary encounter with God.

Oh, everyone's expressions of sudden realization, I see.

When men and women meet, they must always be mixed with a little erotic and erotic ingredients, so that this thing will become more chewy.

Everyone felt that he had a point in saying it and nodded their heads. In that gaze, there was a deep envy, and someone said longingly: "If only I met God, I wouldn't always stop moving forward in the fifth stage of the zero level." ”

The merchant glanced at him with disdain and said, "Even if you meet a god, people won't help you cultivate." Not to mention that you are a man, the Emperor of Heaven and Gong Moyu will not be interested in you, even if you meet the Holy Mother, people will not look down on your thief-eyed appearance. ”

"Could it be that Feng Aojun is a heavenly immortal?" The man asked, unconvinced.

Shang Ru immediately widened his eyes and swore solemnly: "Of course, the absolute number one beauty in the world." Otherwise, do you think that a man as suave and handsome as Gong Moyu would help a mortal?

It must have been this Feng Aojun's ridiculously beautiful beauty that moved his heart. The hero is sad and the beauty is off. ”

Feng Aojun was carrying a piece of beef to be sent to his mouth, and when he listened, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

She has been quietly listening to these people's blows, and she doesn't mind, as long as she doesn't say bad things about her family, she can talk nonsense.

But, where is this? First, she didn't get any help from God, and second, she wasn't a fairy beauty at that time.

Are these people making up novels?

That's how the rumors spread!

Most of the people in the store gathered to listen to the Confucian ghost blow away, but only the man in brown had a calm face and ate the food quietly. All the rumors were in his ears, but they were like a gust of wind that blew and then disappeared.

So calm, what else can you be if you are not a master?

At this time, the shopkeeper sent a plate of green vegetables, and after putting it down, he said apologetically: "Guest officer, I'm really sorry, there are too many guests today, and the last pot of this lotus wine was preempted by that guest officer." ”

The shopkeeper said, pointing to the man in brown. Feng Aojun looked over and met the man's sharp and deep gaze. The shopkeeper had a loud voice, and he heard everything he said.

It doesn't matter if you drink it or not, Feng Aojun waved her hand and said, "Only next time I will taste it." ”

The shopkeeper said: "Such a big thing happened in Rocky Town, and many people from the surrounding small villages rushed over to see the strange and lively, and heard that Miss Feng Er became stronger after meeting the gods in Wanshou Mountain.

There are many people who bought lotus wine to brave the gods on Wanshou Mountain, and this wine was unprecedentedly out of stock. It's really thanks to Miss Feng Er's blessing. ”

Feng Aojun was speechless.

The shopkeeper's words were just finished at the moment when Feng Aojun and the man met each other, and Feng Aojun was about to bow her head to eat the vegetables, only to see the brown-clothed man actually smile at her.

Then he poured a glass of wine with a wine jug in his hand, and a cloud of green qi pushed the wine glass, flying towards Feng Aojun in the air, and landed in front of her lightly.

The wine in the glass is swaying, good skills.

The man raised his hand slightly, and his lips whispered: "Please." ”

The heroism between his eyebrows made his demeanor very elegant and generous.