"The Qianqian Continent was originally divided into nearly five large countries, but an accident occurred a hundred years ago, and since then it has been merged into one country, until today. In the Qianqian Continent, there are three major families, second only to the current saint in terms of financial power, namely the Ouyang family, the Nangong family, and the Yan family. The Ouyang family has abundant financial resources, and it is said that the Ouyang family's property can buy a hundred cities! And the Nangong family is loyal to the saint, has won the trust of the saint, and has two-thirds of the military power in the world, and its strength cannot be underestimated. Yan family, what is the reason why this family can become one of the three major families without caring about the world?" The storyteller closed the fan in his hand and said mysteriously: "It will be revealed later!" Then sat aside to drink tea and clear his throat.

And He Yan and the testament sat by the window, He Yan knocked the melon seeds, supported his chin with one hand and listened, the storyteller suddenly stopped talking, depressed and fragmented, the testament was an "accident" a hundred years ago, but there was no consciousness, and his eyes looked aimlessly at the people who walked and stopped outside the window.

The two are still luminous bodies in the crowd, when they first entered the inn, there was a group of people staring at the two, and even a few of them thought they were good boys came up to talk to He Yan, He Yan went back to flirt, his arrogant temperament frightened the stinking sons and sisters, people could only run away, they had seen their daughter's fierceness, and people's admiration for beauty only stayed on appreciation.

The storyteller was still resting, and people were sitting boredly drinking tea and waiting, when suddenly, a young female voice proudly said, "Because the Yan family knows witchcraft." Everyone looked at the source of the voice, it was a girl, about ten years old, her clothes were tattered and dirty, her bangs covered her forehead, and her face was black.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on herself, the girl was extremely proud, and continued: "I heard that the ancestor of the Yan family was originally an immortal, but later fell in love with a mortal, and was squeezed out by other immortals, so he had no choice but to go down to earth. Although the Yan family has witchcraft, they are also cursed. The Yan family can only marry one person in their life, and if they marry again, they will die unexpectedly. And it can only be ......" The girl spoke so fast that she had already spoken for a long time until Mr. Storyteller angrily grabbed her.

It's natural to get angry when someone else robs you of your job.

"Where did you come from, how did you come here?" Mr. Storyteller twisted the girl with one hand, pinched his nose with the other, and looked at the girl with disgust, Xiao Er hurriedly stepped forward, and couldn't help frowning when he saw the girl: "How did you get in?"

The girl didn't answer, and bit on the storyteller's arm, the storyteller let go of the pain, Xiao Er was also anxious, and wanted to catch the girl, the girl ran to the staircase and made a grimace at him, Xiao Er was furious, grabbed the rag on the side and wanted to smash it at the girl, who expected, he somehow slipped his feet and rolled down the stairs.

Before the shopkeeper arrived, the girl patted her ass and left.

The crowd burst into laughter.

Even the testament hooked the corners of his mouth, He Yan laughed even more unscrupulously, looked down at the window, the girl staggered out of the inn, and glanced at it, seeing He Yan, maybe thinking that He Yan was so beautiful and should be kind-hearted, he grinned at He Yan and jumped away.

The shopkeeper also went upstairs after a while, and Xiao Er, who was still followed by the wolf bèi, looked around the second floor, did not see the girl, the shopkeeper was furious, Xiao Er also said again and again that he would never spare her, and the shopkeeper said a few words to his strong man, it should be to catch the girl.

He Yan got up, his white clothes fluttering, like a god.

She smiled and gave the shopkeeper a silver ingot: "She is still a child, so kindly let her go." Glancing at Xiao Er: "This ingot of silver is my medical expenses for this brother." ”

The shopkeeper took the silver, and his heart was suddenly overjoyed, and Xiao Er also looked at He Yan obsessedly, and nodded again and again.

The widow stood behind him and glanced at them indifferently, and the originally warm atmosphere suddenly froze for hundreds of miles.

Until He Yan and the testament left, the shopkeeper still sighed again and again that he had met a nobleman.

He Yan walked down the street humming a song, grinned, and took out three ingots of silver from his sleeve: "That shopkeeper is really rich." ”

"Hmm. The testament nodded, He Yan exchanged one ingot of silver for three ingots, no matter how you look at it, the shopkeeper suffers, if the shopkeeper reacts later, I don't know if it will trouble them.

However, this shopkeeper is not a good person at first glance, and he still has to take what he should take.