"Get out of the way! I'm on my way!"

"Why do you call me rude?" the man still refused, wrestling with the question.

"You block the road, point your finger at people, say that you won't like me for no reason, and spit on me, you are not rude, who is rude!"

Weng Ran knew not to fight with fools, because in the world of fools, you can never be stupid with her, so she endured it again and again, but she underestimated the ability of fools to challenge the bottom line!

The man looked suddenly realized: "Because I don't like you, you call me rude, then I like you, don't say I'm rude, I'm a person with high cultivation." ”

Weng Ran was stunned for a while, speechless, what a heart-wrenching idea this is, it's outrageous!

Raising his hand to cover his head in pain, he bumped into the horse's soft mane up and down, and wailed in his heart: "Let me die here!"

The man was very proud when he saw this, and the pattern on his face seemed to be about to open: "Don't be excited, aren't you just like me, what a big deal~"

Weng Ran raised his head in despair, and Mu Ran said, "I thank your whole family, let it go." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, don't be so polite, I'm a polite person, so I took my whole family to thank you, and at the same time I thank your whole family. ”

As the words fell, the Shadow Beast led the man back to his original position.

Weng Ran held his breath in his chest, almost fainting, what kind of sin did I create~

Fortunately, the appearance of a tribe saved Weng Ran, and on the green grass of Yinyin, there were colorful tents, all of which looked like flowers and bones and were matched with all kinds of small colored flags, which were set off like leaves, which was very beautiful.

Weng Ran peeked at the man to see what he was planning.

Seeing that the man did not enter the village, Weng Ran was relieved and went straight to the village, eager to throw off the horse, and use the first magic skill of anointing oil on his feet.

But horses are bought with money, and cannot be thrown away, and even if they die, they must be sold back for a few coppers.

I found a tea shed that was a little out of the way and stopped to rest.

"Boss, do you have anything to eat?"

"There are ~ freshly killed sheep, fresh~"

"Give me a plate of stir-fry, it must be spicy, and two more steamed buns. ”

"Okay, you drink tea first, this is authentic milk tea~" The very friendly aunt put a big bowl on Weng Ran's table, held a copper teapot in her hand, and poured a full bowl, overflowing with milk.

Weng Ran sniffed and sniffed: "Thank you, Auntie." ”

"Don't thank you first, I'll cry you little man later, but you are not allowed to make grievances~"

The aunt joked and left, Weng Ran took a sip of milk tea, it was hot, very smooth, and the consistency was just right, in addition to the milky aroma, there was also a tea-flavored astringency, and I drank a small half bowl without paying attention.

At the same time, he looked at the other tables, all of them were young people in three or two together, talking and laughing, and he seemed to be a little lonely.

Just as he was thinking about it, a magic voice sounded behind him: "Why did you come here and not tell me?"

The rude man sat down to himself as he spoke: "Boss, another bowl~"

Weng Ran watched him drink a big bowl of milk tea in silence, and silently watched him hold the steamed bun, sandwiched the largest piece of mutton and put it in his mouth, after chewing it twice, his open mouth was no longer closed, his eyes turned stiffly and waited to see the lively Weng Ran, there was a little doubt in his eyes, and it was revealed very bluntly, what did I eat just now?

The face was very layered, and the patterns on the face were more gorgeous, followed by the fine beads of sweat gradually growing bigger, and the brush slid down.

As a cultivator, his breathing was also disordered, his vision was blurred, his ears began to hurt, and he couldn't care about any cultivation quality anymore, the chopsticks in his hand fell suddenly, and the good table was innocently harmed, and flew out of a corner.

Weng Ran was sharp-eyed and quick-handed, so he picked up the plate of mutton as soon as he could, and in front of him, he took the remaining steamed bun with his other hand, took a bite of it, and tilted his neck to look at the joke.

"Hiss~ha~huh~"

The man gasped for breath and stared straight at Weng Ran, tears rolling in his eyes.

Weng Ran slowly sandwiched a piece of mutton with a steamed bun, and then slowly put it into his mouth, chewing exaggeratedly, shaking his head, and humming constantly: "Hmm~ It's so delicious~"

Intoxicated eyes looked at the man defiantly, the man took a breath, and said with a sigh: "There is something wrong with you!"

After saying that, he ran away......

The back of the wind carries great grievances.

Weng Ran took two more bites, and saw that the man was really gone and never looked back, so he was relieved, and hurriedly opened his mouth, hissed, and spit out the rotten paste in his mouth.

Saliva flowed uncontrollably, tears burst out together, and the face was flushed with the man's own.

It's too spicy, the spicy Weng Ran wants to be reincarnated!

The teahouse aunt ran out with a good face, while touching the water stains on her hands to the apron on her waist, and looked at Weng Ran in a circle, as if looking at something rare: "I said Xiao Khan~Is it spicy and ruthless~"

Weng Ran, who bent over, waved her hand, her mouth was no longer her mouth.

The teahouse aunt laughed, and the folds on her face bloomed: "Come, drink milk." “

Weng Ran took the tea bowl and drank it dry, as if it was really much better.

"Little Han'er, you want the food yourself, but you are not allowed to give money. “

As the aunt spoke, she also helped Weng Ran carry it smoothly.

Weng Ran gave the money himself, and then ignored the jokes of others, and asked for a plate of fried mutton, and ate to his heart's content.

In short, after eating a full meal, and getting rid of the wonderful, Weng Ran rode on the road very comfortably, and the process was not important.

Xu is because it is dark, there are a lot fewer people on the road, at least they won't let you give way one after another, and after looking all the way, Weng Ran found that her mount was the lowest grade.

Xu is God, he likes to slap his face.

As soon as she thought so, a person walked past her, yes, walking, the kind that walked with wind on both legs, the kind that walked faster than a horse.

Weng Ran looked at the dress, wearing subsidized monk robes, straw sandals, small baldness, and hawthorn-sized Buddha beads hanging around his neck, walking quickly, judging from the tattered degree of the straw shoes, he also came from the mountains and rivers.

In the second half of the night, I found a half-human-high stone, sat down against the wind, looked at it, and could see a lot of bonfires, which were clearly extinguished, and many people were like her, resting on the spot, and the next day when I got up and hurried, Weng Ran also squinted for a while.

When they arrived at the mouth of Shaheluokou, the people were so crowded that they almost advanced into the city, so they had to camp outside the city, waiting for the wild hunt to begin.

Weng Ran sold the horse, the miasma forest in the Borderlands is not far from Shahe Luokou, you can walk by yourself, and what you have to do afterwards, it is useless to carry such an ordinary horse, it is better to exchange some money.