Su Changqing stared dryly at the five big black men in front of him, and there were some beads of sweat on his thick flesh, this is a thief and ugly! I have seen many big men with the appearance of barbarians, but it is really rare to be so magnificent compared to the well mistletoe. Although the famous "Million Village" on the rivers and lakes is full of big people, but in retrospect, there is never such a mistletoe.

Jing Mistletoe was busy eating noodles, and he didn't forget to raise his head from time to time to show a row of white teeth to Su Changqing, and smiled hehehe. Su Changqing frowned, he is not a rich and noble person, at least for more than ten years, if you have to go back, at least the years before the age of five are still worry-free, living an ordinary aristocratic life, but now the silver in his sleeves is a little bit, and he really can't take it. According to the trend of Jing Mistletoe, eighteen bowls of Yangchun noodles are not enough to eat, and Jing Mistletoe's smile seems to indicate that he is still unsatisfied and can still be violent.

Su Changqing grinned and said: "Jing Mistletoe, don't you hold on? I just crawled out of the dead man's cave in the underworld, and eating too much is not good for this strong meat, otherwise, I will settle the bill after eating this bowl!"

Jing Mistletoe held the big bowl in one hand, ate it non-stop, and only after a few moments did he put down the remaining half bowl of Yangchun noodles, and said with a calm face: "The iron meat I practiced in the military camp is not pinched by rice balls, it is hard, even if I stay in the underworld for a few days, it is fine, it is estimated that I can eat three or four more bowls." ”

Su Changqing wanted to cry without tears, and finally put on a stinky face, his eyes stared straight at Jing Mistletoe, but Jing Mistletoe's vision was blocked by the big bowl, and he ate by himself, completely ignoring Su Changqing's feelings. Su Changqing looked down at the Yangchun noodles in his bowl that had never moved his chopsticks, smiled bitterly, and also learned from the other party's "starving ghost" to eat relative noodles and attacked. Su Changqing, who faced the world's ever-changing moves and unexpected masters, had never lowered his eyebrows, but he was worried about the matter of checkout. Although he was angry with the heartless Jing Mistletoe, and eating a few more bowls of Yangchun noodles was worthy of himself, but this account had to be counted on Su Changqing's head after all, and he knew with his ass that Jing Mistletoe, a big man who killed the enemy and charged in the army, could not have too much money.

After a long time, the bowls alone were stacked several feet on a tattered table, two verticals, and neatly arranged. The two looked at each other and smiled, revealing admiring eyes. Su Changqing's gaze naturally implied infinite scolding, how many silver taels does this cost? And Jing Mistletoe thinks that Su Changqing's figure seems to be almost the same as that of a woman, except for his height, it is just like that, it is difficult to be called strong in the army, and he can eat so much, if it is not for Jing Mistletoe to try his best to eat a few more bowls in the end, maybe he will lose to Su Changqing.

Su Changqing gritted his teeth and shouted, "Little Er, settle the bill." ”

My heart was dripping blood.

Xiao Er trotted over with a smile, although his own "Dongfeng Inn" was given a rare name by the mysterious boss, but because it was located in a desolate place in Beiyu, few people knew about it, coupled with years of disasters and smoke, the business of this inn became more and more bleak, basically one or two guests who could settle down to drink tea a day were considered to be favored by God. Today is different, there are two long-lost guests, a slender and tall, handsome son, and a big man with five big black and thick faces, but from time to time showing a cute smile, these two stand together, and they can't say awkward. I thought that the two of them were also drinking tea and resting, but the second child was lazy and didn't have any hope.

Su Changqing came in and ordered five

Bowl of Yangchun noodles, this has already made Xiao Er energetic, and after eating five bowls, the big man is even more talkative, and Su Changqing also eats it. Xiao Er couldn't count it with his fingers, the two of them ate a total of fifty-eight bowls, according to the rules of the store, a bowl of noodles with ten copper plates, so calculated, the two of them have five hundred and eighty copper plates, which is rare......

"Two objective, the rules of our store are ten copper plates for one bowl of Yangchun noodles, you two have eaten fifty-eight bowls of noodles, and I originally collected five hundred and eighty copper plates from you, but for the sake of the two of you, so that the store can continue to survive, I will only accept five hundred copper plates today. Xiao Er said in harmony.

This inn is really not easy, the old wooden planks are built, there is a "squeak" sound from time to time when you walk on the floor, although it is not the sun outside, but it is stuffy inside. Su Changqing took out a few taels of silver from his sleeve, and when Xiao Er saw it, he immediately became stunned. There is very little objectivity with silver here.

Su Changqing was still ruthless after all, and reluctantly gave the silver to Xiao Er, "It's not easy for you to do business, count me as an auspicious person and help you open it." ”

Xiao Er accepted the silver in surprise, and it would be extremely inauthentic to push and shove at this time.

When he walked outside the door, Jing Mistletoe said with a disdainful face: "It turns out that you are talking to me about the silver tael, no wonder I felt the cold air surging around me when I was eating noodles at that time." You said no earlier, I have accumulated some money in the Beiyu military camp, and I can't use it, I didn't expect to be able to bring it with me when I go to the underworld, do you want it?"

Mistletoe pulled out a lot of silver from his straight pocket.

Su Changqing immediately took it, the haze on his face disappeared, it was useless for him to ask for money, but it was rare for this thing to be a thief.

"It's rare that you have this thought, and it's not in vain that I risked my life to save you once. Su Changqing said old-fashionedly.

The two of them are now on the border of Yanzhou in the northwest of Beiyu, and the barren scene is really chilling to look at. From the land of Lin San in Yanzhou to the land of plague, the two of them still spent a lot of effort, during this period, Su Changqing also had to inject some breath into Wang Ling's soul to stabilize, if not, maybe one day this remnant soul will have to return to the underworld, Su Changqing is really unwilling to go to the underworld again.

Su Changqing's profoundness was deeply touched, and he looted them together with the thieves on the road, specializing in dealing with some brutal people, and from time to time he talked about Hongyan in a rather elegant place, and talked about things like wind and snow. Jing Mistletoe, as a beginner who was drowsy and like a book from heaven, had to give a thumbs up and be amazed.

Su Changqing can be said to have risen step by step along the way in Hongchen, from the cold face before, seeing people's eyes cold, and not being able to say a good word, to now the red-makeup woman is Jiaoxing, and the rhyme is hard and drunk.

It is an indisputable fact that Su Changqing chatted happily with the woman, but it was never out of line.

With his extremely handsome appearance, he naturally got the embrace of many beauties, and naturally there was no choice but whenever he thought of Mu Ningxue, he also suppressed his impatient thoughts, and even once in Cuiyun Tower, the experienced Oiran was drugged, and the weight was large enough, Su Changqing's face was flushed, but he forced himself to wake up, and hit his head on the wooden board outside the door to stay awake.

It hurts no

The heart of a young woman......

Until that day.

Dongcheng is known as the "city of the world" in the northwest, not only because of its special topography, but also because there are very few men in this city, and the whole Dongcheng is almost all women, and there are many beautiful women. Therefore, he was also given a poetic name - Yun Studios.

Yunying Bamboo Building is three feet, and the beauty looks back and smiles.

The streets of Dongcheng are pink, and the northwest is no longer panicked.

As soon as Su Changqing and Jing Mistletoe entered the city, there were many hotly dressed beauties greeted with smiling faces, and the dry lips of Jing Mistletoe were originally a masculine man who did not experience spring things, where did he provoke such a scene, and immediately jumped up on the spot, he held his breath and wanted to suppress himself, but he lost himself in the delicate voice of a delicate lady.

Su Changqing said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be a rogue market character, tsk, a fellow practitioner." ”

Mistletoe did not dare to look straight ahead, blindfolded.

"I'm ...... I'm just carried away by beauty, and it's hard to ease my mind for a while, not such an unscrupulous person. Mistletoe opened one eye and looked through the gap between her fingers at the beauties in front of her.

Qianqiu Yue covered her mouth and smiled: "The two of you just came to our East City." ”

Su Changqing nodded naturally, "It is rumored that there are many beauties in Dongcheng, so when I look at it like this, sure enough, they are all the looks of the country and the city." ”

"Childe's mouth is so sweet, and he looks so good, he must be popular in our East City. Come with me into the city. Qianqiu Yue said.

Su Changqing knocked on the shy mistletoe beside him: "It's time to go, if you don't leave, you will probably be beaten to death by the people in the city." ”

Mistletoe shook his head in confusion.

"Look at your pants ......," Su Changqing grinned.

Jing Mistletoe's face immediately turned red, like a piece of red-hot iron......

The eaves of the city are full of all kinds of paper-cuts, and many girls in red gauze are looking at Su Changqing and Jing Mistletoe on the pavilion, Su Changqing is like this everywhere, no, the hoarse shouts on the pavilion are all for Su Changqing, and the well mistletoe on the side looks a little out of place, if it weren't for the fact that men are very rare in the city, it is estimated that no one will look at him.

Su Changqing is neither humble nor arrogant, he is quite a beggar, dressed in white and fluttering, like an immortal in the sky.

Su Changqing is now a little addicted to gentleness, as if he has forgotten the affairs of the world's rivers and lakes and temples, and the whole person is like a plum blossom, enjoying the snowy scenery alone.

Jing Mistletoe said: "The women in this city are really bold in dressing, and they are not afraid of being peeked at. ”

Su Changqing knocked Jing Mistletoe's head: "It's all women, and you won't suffer a loss when you see it!"

In the teahouse, Qianqiuyue had already prepared pastries and wine, cleaned up a private room, lit incense, and emitted a faint smell.

When Su Changqing just entered, she knew that Qianqiuyue was a person who practiced martial arts, this incense had the effect of stabilizing her mind, and with a trace of internal force, this internal force Su Changqing had sensed on her body.

Moreover, the martial arts are not low, at least in the Xuan Realm.