Xiang Ming was not afraid of Meng Juntong's gaze at all, but looked at her with interest, this five coins of silver is not too much, and it is not too little, but Meng Juntong can't take it out at this time.

The little second brother didn't have the good patience he had before, his eyes were too accurate, and the slightest change in the expression on Meng Juntong's face couldn't escape those shrewd eyes, and he couldn't see that Meng Juntong was coming from the breeze with two sleeves at this time.

Wearing such a good sword, he is actually a poor ghost, which is really a bit disgusting.

"Girl, about eight hundred steps away from the left turn, there is a small inn, where is the Traveler's Shop, and you can stay for one night for only fifty copper coins, or you will have to take two steps to move. Xiao Er was too lazy to greet Meng Juntong again, and issued an eviction order in a tactful but concise way, which is also their usual technique, to put it politely, and the effect is direct.

Meng Juntong's face flushed, although she was the first time to enter the WTO, but the meaning of the little second brother's words, where she couldn't understand it, she hated that she couldn't use spells now, otherwise she would casually cast a trick, turn into a few catties of gold scales, and smash the snobbery in front of her, and by the way, smash Xiang Ming, the bastard, to death together.

"This girl's money is credited to my account," just as Meng Juntong was hesitating whether he really wanted to turn around and find a shop to move in, another voice came from the second floor.

Meng Juntong looked up and saw that it was Xue Ding, the Kongwu man who carried Liu Ji like a chicken in the alley, his voice Meng Juntong remembered very deeply, low and loud, like him, giving people a feeling full of power.

Xiang Ming turned his head to look at Xue Ding, and said helplessly: "Brother Xue, your silver is not blowing in the wind, why do you have to rescue any kind of cat or dog, if you really don't like a lot of money, you might as well invite me to eat two more drinks." ”

"Say it again, who do you say is a cat and a dog. Meng Juntong finally couldn't help it, and raised his fist and prepared to beat Xiang Ming away.

Xue Ding opened his mouth leisurely and said to Meng Juntong: "The rivers and lakes are sinister, it's not for a girl like you to stay, go home quickly, don't come out and run around again." ”

Meng Juntong was stunned, and it took a long time to react, it turned out that Xue Ding also regarded himself as a problem girl who secretly carried a sword and ran away from home.

"Brother Xue, I ......" Meng Juntong wanted to explain, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he didn't know how to say it, his origin was really not something that could be explained in three or two sentences, the key was that they might not believe it.

"Brother Xue is right," Xiang Ming reached over and wanted to pat Meng Juntong on the shoulder.

Meng Juntong reacted quickly, and quietly turned around to avoid Xiang Ming's hand: "If your claws dare to reach over to me again, I will cut them off for you with a sword." ”

For Xiang Ming, for some reason, Meng Juntong has a special sense of disgust.

In fact, Xiang Ming didn't seem to do anything excessive, at most, his words were frivolous and his demeanor was a little less beaten.

Xiang Ming coughed twice to hide his embarrassment: "I want to say, what Brother Xue said is right, the little girl's family, don't mess around in the rivers and lakes, let's go home early, in a few years, I will find a good family to marry, and start to settle down and enjoy happiness." ”

"There's a lot of nonsense," Meng Juntong pursed his lips, bypassed Xiang Ming, and walked a few steps up the stairs: "Brother Xue, I borrowed this money from you, and I will definitely pay it back to you in the future." ”

Schröding was not a man of words, but he did not politely refuse, but just hummed lightly, and turned back to his room.

Meng Juntong's brows furrowed slightly, just now she had to observe Xue Ding up close, and she actually found that there was a dead air hovering between Xue Ding's eyebrows, which was a sign of impending disaster.

Meng Juntong is not a mortal with the naked eye, although the magic power and spells are gone, but looking at people's appearances is much more accurate than the gods and divination immortals in the world.

Xiang Ming didn't find himself boring, and then went to provoke Meng Juntong, a cold-faced little Lori, and found a table downstairs to take care of himself, called the flattering little second brother, and begged for two pots of soju and a pound of cooked cut beef to drink.

Meng Juntong's side also got the opportunity to live in the hotel because of Xue Ding's relationship.

Another guy in the shop led Meng Juntong to a small room arranged for her.

The house is not big, but it is still clean, and the key is that it is very close to the house where Schröding lives.

It's finally stopped, and this day's encounter, Rao is an extraordinary person like Meng Juntong, and it is inevitable to feel a burst of tiredness in his heart.

Especially for Liu Ji's soul reading, there are too many negative emotions attached to the memory, as a new generation of dream weavers, affected by the memory of the dream medium, this is inevitable, and she must learn to digest that influence by herself.

"Let's sleep for a while," Meng Juntong said to himself, although his mind was full of miscellaneous things, but it was useless to think about it now.

Fang Fang is dead, even if she knows that she once learned swordsmanship from her mother, it is useless, and it is really too difficult to find any more traces.

At the same time, Xiang Ming carried the cut cooked beef and two pots of soju to Xue Ding's house.

"Brother Xue, let's make an hour?" Xiang Ming pushed the door into the house very unceremoniously, and put the cooked cut beef and two pots of soju on the table: "What's the matter, you have to fill your stomach first." ”

Xue Ding was sitting on the Taishi chair not far away, holding a strip of cloth, and he was so thin that he was wiping the big knife in his hand little by little.

The body of this knife is nearly three feet long, the body of the knife is transparent and bright like a mirror, and there are strange beasts lying on the back of the knife, and the expression is like waking up from a dream, which is difficult to distinguish.

At this moment, the blade of the knife was polished and translucent by Schröding, reflecting the figure of a person.

The name of this knife is 'Ba Sheng', which is known as the ninth of the top ten divine soldiers in the Warring States, and his owner's real name is unknown, and the people of the rivers and lakes only know that he is a native of Yan State, and he is nicknamed 'Northern Yan Sword King'.

Xue Ding looked at himself reflected in the Basheng knife, and his tough face was a little frighteningly cold, as if it was even more warm than this cold knife face.

"Did you find it?" Schröding put down the strip of cloth that wiped the knife, stroked the back of the knife with one hand, lifted it slightly, and gathered his eyes into one, staring intently at the edge of the knife, not knowing what he was looking at.

Xiang Ming picked up a pot of wine, poured a full glass for himself, and drank the wine syrup in the cup with his head up: "I found it." ”

He only said these three words, and then continued to pour wine and drink himself.

Xue Ding didn't continue to ask, Xiang Ming's attitude had already explained a lot of questions, at least he had read his answer, whether it was what he wanted or not.

Schröding slammed his knife into its sheath, turned and walked out the door.