After discussion, the conclusion was: Feng Qingling and Long Xiangyu went first, and Qing Miao had some things to explain to the flower fairies and fairy children, so she had to arrive a little later than them.

In a blink of an eye, the two of them had come to the foot of Yulong Mountain, and it was already dusk.

"It's getting late at this time, Brother Long, look, do you and I find an inn to settle down in first?" Feng Qingling said in a crepe manner, first clarifying each other's identities.

Long Xiangyu has been holding back the fire in his belly this day, and he is always ready to find fault with her words to teach her a lesson, but this plan is going to fall through again. As far as the eye could see, there was a decent looking inn within fifty meters of the right-hand side, but he didn't want to waste time resting: "Benjun doesn't need to rest! Besides, late at night is the best time to hunt demons!"

Feng Qingling's eyes smiled insightfully, and her voice was melodious and clear: "Isn't this not late at night? What's more, we still have to wait for Miao Miao, isn't it?"

Long Xiangyu hesitated, put his hands behind his back, silently followed behind her, and walked in.

The inn is not big, with two floors. The upper floors are full of guest rooms, half of the first floor is a lobby for guests to eat and relax, and there are also several rooms reserved for accommodation.

The shopkeeper is a young man of twenty-eight or nineteen years old, with a green shirt and scarf, holding an abacus in his hand, who looks like a scholar, but does not have the dullness of a scholar, and there is a shrewdness between his eyebrows.

The shopkeeper is a stunned young man, and he will only smile at you when he asks questions, but he is absolutely unambiguous in answering questions, and he should be a very capable boy.

In less than a while, Feng Qingling had already rented a first-class room upstairs for her and Long Xiangyu, and also inquired about the name and origin of the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper, and by the way, even the family, grass and trees on the Jade Dragon Mountain were asked. It's a slight exaggeration, but it's not far off.

Long Xiangyu stood aside with a cold face, looking at where Feng Qingling, who had become a man in men's clothes, was talking to the shopkeeper.

was stared at by Long Xiangyu's sharp eyes for a while, the shopkeeper Zhang Yan scratched his head and asked himself a little embarrassed about the handsome little boy in front of him, peeked at Long Xiangyu, and whispered into Feng Qingling's ear and asked, "Son, is there anything wrong with Brother Ling?"

Feng Qingling followed his gaze and glanced at Long Xiangyu's side, pursed his lips and laughed, and replied to the little second brother in a low voice: "Don't worry, my brother is just thirsty!

She didn't care, and whispered what water Xiao Er wanted to take to make tea, and the tea should be burned with a little fire.

Long Xiangyu went upstairs impatiently.

Feng Qingling didn't catch up, and walked into the room with a pot of tea after two pillars of incense.

Long Xiangyu sat by the window with a cold face, and when he saw her come in, he asked coldly, "Why is there only one room?"

"Naturally, it's to enhance your relationship with Brother Xiang!" Feng Qingling never disdained to lie, of course, she never even blinked her eyes when she told a lie, "Okay, don't lose your temper! Come and drink tea!" As if to appease a child, Feng Qingling smiled casually and pushed the poured cup of tea to his hand.

Long Xiangyu ignored her ridicule, but the familiar fragrance of tea still caught his attention, picked up the teacup and took a sip carefully, he looked at Feng Qingling puzzled: "Huh?"

"Seeing that you drank an extra cup of this tea from Miao Miao, you knew that you liked it. I brought it to you when I came down!" Feng Qingling's tone was very flat, but he didn't have the appearance of asking for merit when he flattered him in the past.

Long Xiangyu was stunned, put down the teacup, and his tone was still cold: "Stole?"