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This realization made Yan Nuo's heart gradually excited.

Just as he was about to ask Dianmo something, the innkeeper in red came over and chuckled:

"My name is Hongyu, and the little girl is very powerful."

Yan Nuo raised his eyebrows, heard the thorn in his words, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, find fault with the color?" ”

Hongyu frowned, and didn't understand what Yan Nuo meant by this, but he didn't ask, sat on the empty stool on the side, and said provocatively:

"You came to Black City for no reason, why are you doing it?"

Yan Nuo took a sip of tea and replied honestly, "Curious to come and see." ”

As soon as Yan Nuo's words fell, the proprietress suddenly burst out laughing, and as the proprietress laughed, the guests, shopkeepers, and handymen in the entire hall burst into laughter.

Mo still sits, as if he was out of the way.

It's Yan Nuo who is depressed, these people are pumping, right?

Finally, after everyone had laughed enough, Hongyu stood up straight, with a **** collar and willow eyebrows.

What a figure, bumpy and convex.

Yan Nuo glanced at it, and then he chuckled faintly and silently, these people are not simple!

From Mingcui, who originally called herself a 'handyman', to this proprietress and even these diners, all of them revealed the breath of internal force.

I don't know why, maybe it's the reason why Yan Nuo has cultivated the Six Divine Techniques, when the other party's person with internal strength approaches, her mind will subconsciously fluctuate, if the internal force is high, the fluctuation will be strong, and the low one will be weak.

And from the time Yan Nuo first entered this black city, his mind has been fluctuating, but she ignored it, just think, could it be that the people in this city have internal strength?

Now, she had to wonder if she was wrong.

The people in this black city are not ordinary.

"Some of the people who come to the Black City are for fame, some for profit, some for life, and some for martial arts. But I have never been 'curious to see'. ”

Hongyu said coldly, his eyes flickering, "I see that you are here to enter the Underworld Sect!" ”

As he spoke, Hongyu twisted his waist disdainfully, stood in front of the counter, and threw down a sentence:

"Do you think that if you smash the golden fluorite, you can be favored by the bishop? Don't be naïve. ”

Yan Nuo smacked his lips, why did he have anything to do with the Underworld Yan Sect? What kind of organization is this?

Mo is always speechless, and even if he sits silently, he gives people a sense of presence that cannot be ignored.

"Guest, your food is here."

The man who was dressed like Xiao Er, the loud voice came, and it entered his eyes, making Yan Nuo's pupils shrink.

I saw that he had a wooden cutting board on his head, and on the board were five or six plates containing food, and his hands were still the same, each holding a cutting board in his hand, and on the board, each of them had seven plates stacked on top of each other, and at the bottom was a pot of soup and vegetables.

Both hands!

The pace is steady and the breath is even.

Yan Nuo applauded silently, admiring from the bottom of his heart, the master is in the people.

After putting down the cutting board on one of his hands seemingly easily, Xiao Er turned around and continued to serve, but-

But there was a sharp rebuke from Hongyu at this moment:

"Look, what is this?"

When he said this, he was already standing beside Yan Nuo unconsciously, pointing to the edge of the table, the little soup that had been spilled, and his face was warm and angry.

There was no anger on the face of the little er, "Aunt Hong, I know, I'll go to the back kitchen to exchange with the famous student who burned the fire." ”

With that, he walked straight to the back kitchen!

Yan Nuo blinked, he was really perverted, didn't he just spill a little bit of soup?

Just degraded to a fire boy?

Hong Yu snorted coldly, as if he saw Yan Nuo's doubts, "This is Heicheng." ”

"Heh......"

The corners of Yan Nuo's mouth raised, interesting, this black city is really interesting.

But—

"Do you have any money on you?"

Asking Mo, who was quietly eating food, oh my God, was he really sure he had any money with him?

Mo glanced at Yan Nuo, "Money? What is it. ”

Yan Nuo exhaled, picked up a piece of duck head and threw it directly to the sunspot at his feet, "Then why do you still order so many dishes?" ”