Chapter Eighty-Five: Danger Is Imminent
"I, do you want to die?"
Looking at the sick and weak young man who was ten steps away from him, and looking at the yin owl on his face, Cangrong's movements subconsciously paused.
Looking at the other party's appearance that was obviously frightened by herself, Meng Ling only felt a strange surge of happiness rise in her heart
"Don't you want to apologize to me for what just happened?"
Seeing that the other party's expression was faintly relaxed, Cang Rong breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Yes!"
Hearing this, Meng Ling smiled lightly, but there was a hint of cruelty in this smile.
"I accept your gratitude, but please don't follow me any longer, you don't really think that I helped you out of kindness, do you? To tell you the truth, the reason why I helped you is only because you are disgusting to me with that stupidity in front of me, and there are four or five people in front of me, I am too lazy to wait to pay for it, if it is really up, the money I pay for you is like sending it to Hanako. ”
Hearing this, Cang Rong puffed up the corners of his mouth, and then said angrily: "Can I still talk well, I just want to thank you, is it necessary to hurt people so much, ah?"
Don't look at Cang Rong's face when he said this, in fact, he was already trembling in his heart, no way, who made the person opposite seem to kill himself in the next second, this complaint is just a life-saving magic weapon that he takes at will in the warehouse when he goes out, but no matter how he knows that he can't lose his life, but the other party's tone is really bad and true.
It seemed that he didn't expect someone to talk to him like this, Meng Ling's miserable white smile was stunned, and he quietly looked at the ruddy young man in front of him, with a slight hint of baby fat, Meng Ling's eyes glanced gloomily, and then turned to leave.
If you blatantly kill people in public, I am afraid that it will cause some trouble......
Looking at the person who was drifting away from him, Cang Rong wanted to give up, but when he felt the touch in his hand, he spit out a breath of turbidity and chased after him, not far away.
In a row, Cangrong followed behind Meng Ling.
After sitting down in a tea house, Meng Ling looked at Cang Rong sitting next to him and felt very unpleasant.
"If you don't have the money to pay the bill, don't cry and beg me. ”
Cangrong, who had just ordered a pot of tea, a bun, and a plate of peanuts, lit up when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "Young man, don't worry about me, I went to exchange some silver money yesterday, it's enough for me!"
After finishing it, he thought of the ingots in his arms, so he hurriedly took it out of it and said, "By the way, this is the shopkeeper looking for you that day, put it away quickly!"
After finishing, he walked to Meng Ling's table and put the ingots on the table, and sat down at the same time.
After sitting down silently, he no longer looked at his Cangrong, Meng Ling supported his head with interest, tapped the table, and said, "Aren't you so blind that you can't see that I'm a demon?"
Hearing this, Cang Rong shook his head and said, "I can naturally see that you are from the Demon Clan, and you have a lot of sin on your body, but what does it matter? Anyway, you were the only one who helped me out of the siege at that time." ”
At the end, the master of the tea house had already brought the tea ordered by Meng Ling.
"Shopkeeper, I don't know if my pot of tea has been brewed?"
The old man smiled when he heard this, thinking that Cang Rong was trying to urge him to hurry up, so he explained: "Please forgive me, this tea house is only run by the old man and me, and your tea will have to wait a little longer." ”
Hearing this, Cang Rong was satisfied, and said with a sweet smile: "Then it's troublesome for the old man that my pot of tea doesn't need to be brewed, and I add a garlic chicken feet!"
"Okay! Wait, the guest officer will be here soon!"
After saying this, the old man went to his back kitchen like a breeze.
Seeing this, Cang Rong smiled with satisfaction, and reached out to fill the two teacups.
Watching the other party's movements with cold eyes, Meng Ling sneered and ignored it.
"The guest officer has been waiting for a long time!" As soon as these words fell, the old man took three plates and placed them, then looked at the gloomy emptiness outside, and said, "Alas, it seems that it will rain soon!"
After that, let the two of them use it slowly, and he continued to be busy.
"It doesn't look like it's going to rain, it's uncomfortably gloomy. ”
Hearing this, Meng Ling lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, and said lazily: "Are you a monk or not, you can't even tell the difference between demonic energy, demonic energy and yin." ”
With a sudden sigh of enlightenment, Cang Rong said: "Isn't there a demon clan to haunt such a heavy demonic qi?"
With a sneer, Meng Ling said: "You really guessed right, if you want to save your life, leave it, those things are coming for me, and if you go now, you may be able to save your life." ”
Looking at Meng Ling, who was unusually thin and had no blood on his face, Cang Rong frowned, stopped talking nonsense with him, and began to start the garlic chicken feet on the table angrily.
"If the fight starts later, I won't have time to collect your body. ”
After saying this, Meng Ling also began to eat.
"You don't have to worry, maybe you'll be asking me to treat you in a while!"
With a disdainful snort, Meng Ling stopped talking to him.
This man is simply inexplicable......
After a moment of silence and silence, I saw a strong wind, the surrounding decades-old trees rustled as if they were about to be broken by the waist, and the air became inexplicably chaotic, with bursts of yin energy sweeping every inch of skin on the body.
"Oops! looks like it's going to rain! Gotta put things away quickly, or it's going to be bad!"
I saw the old man hurriedly walk out of his kitchen, and then hurriedly pulled down the windows around the tea house.
"If the old man doesn't want to die, he should hurry inside, so that he may be able to save his life. ”
Seeing that the busy old man did not forget to remind himself to avoid the rain so as not to catch a cold, Meng Ling opened his mouth to remind.
The old man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he laughed and said, "Whew! The young man may not know much about the qi here, and this kind of bad qi has appeared in the past, don't you see that the old man's tea house is a little dilapidated, but in fact it is solid!"
Hearing this, Meng Ling glanced at Cang Rong, who was frowning tightly on one side, and was frightened by that look, Cang Rong came back to his senses and got up and pulled the old man to the back room, and said, "Old man, let's go inside first to avoid it, like my friend, safety is the most important!"
So, the unwilling old man was finally pulled in by the other party because he was unable to defeat Cangrong's strength.
"Mengling, you traitor to the Demon Realm, today is your death!"
As soon as the two entered the inner room, a hoarse and harsh voice came in, the sound seemed to have magic power, and the first time Cangrong stuffed a pill into the old man's mouth, and after a breath, the old man's face gradually recovered some qi and blood.
As soon as he recovered, the old man grabbed Cangrong's hand tightly and said with an uneasy face: "This ...... What's going on!?"
After shaking his head and signaling the old man to be calm, Cangrong looked out through the hole in front of him.