Chapter 569: Restaurant Mutation (2) (Page 1/1)

The outfit worn by Mo Chen does look similar to the image of the heroes in those commentaries.

Although there was no blood on his face, and it could even be said that it was pale and oozing, this aroused the curiosity of several sons and brothers even more.

They didn't want to come to eat that smoked whole sheep when they came out to play together.

But inadvertently, I heard the servants in the mansion chatting, saying that there have been a lot of people in the rivers and lakes in this restaurant recently, so they sneaked out behind the back of the elders in the clan, wanting to see the real rivers and lakes.

By the way, if you hone the family exercises that you have practiced hard for many years, it is best to show your strength in the county town and be a suave man and woman.

In the second generation of this group of rich families, Wu Ruolin is the descendant of the head of the Wu family, so the other three are headed by Wu Ruolin.

Moreover, in this generation of the entire Wu family, Wu Ruolin is the only one who has practiced the family heirloom magic Yan to the realm of Xiaocheng.

So on weekdays, Wu Ruolin is also used to taking the lead, and he has a radiant momentum in everything he does.

It's just that not long after this group of second generations of the Wu family went upstairs, there was a little noise upstairs, and it seemed that someone had some dispute.

But the noise soon fell silent, as if nothing had happened.

Mo Chen didn't pay much attention to it, and began to pick up the chopsticks and pick up the side dishes in front of him.

The little two here are very quick to do things, and they have already put together a table of dishes in just a few moments.

After a few bites of food at random, he found that the dishes here were salty and spicy, which was quite suitable for his taste, so he immediately ate it in a big gulp, and listened to the chatter of the people at the next table around him.

It didn't take long for the door of the restaurant to be opened again, and while the snow was falling in, two figures strode in.

A hunchbacked veteran in a thatched robe, and a woman in white with a veil and a plump figure.

The two entered the door side by side, took the oil-paper umbrella in their hands, and Xiao Er immediately took it and put it on the cabinet next to them for them.

"A few plates of peanuts and a few pots of good wine!" the old man commanded, hunched over and with white hair, in a hoarse voice as soon as he entered.

"Okay, the two of you can find an empty seat to sit on, there are a few hot air talismans on the second floor, it is very warm, and when the two of you are seated, I will immediately bring the good wine." As soon as Xiao Er saw this posture, he knew that the other party was a cultivator, this kind of crowd did whatever they wanted, and they didn't care what mortals thought at all, and it was a character like him who couldn't afford to provoke Xiao Er.

There was no way, Xiao Er could only quickly lead the two to the second floor.

Unexpectedly, the hunchbacked old man swept his eyes, and after seeing the ink dust in the corner, he didn't leave.

"That's it, my legs are inconvenient, and it's uncomfortable to walk up the stairs. He led the woman in white to sit at a table away from the ink.

Mochen glanced at the two of them, ignored them, and continued to eat his own.

He sensed that something big might happen to this Tsing Yi restaurant, but it had nothing to do with him.

He is a spectator today, it is best to get the news, and if he can't get it, he should relax, and there is nothing to lose.

After Lao Dao and the woman in white sat down, soon another person entered the door one after another, some of them had knives, some of them were swords, and some of them had steel whips wrapped around their waists and spears behind their backs.

Their aura was even more surging than ordinary people, and at a glance, they were all low-level monks.

The people who would think about coming to participate in the Wu family's bounty this time are basically some monks who are not very good at spiritual roots.

These monks don't have much strength, and they have the least resources in the sect, so they want to come to the outside world to see if they can make a small profit.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

At this time, in this restaurant, it is the same as the life and death stream of Mochen in Haonan Town.

Everyone is for the same purpose, and the principle of killing three soldiers is also used here.

There will always be people who want to get rid of a few competitors to increase their chances of getting a bounty.

So gradually, the atmosphere in the restaurant became more and more solemn, although there were more and more people, but the sound became smaller and quieter.

As time went by, the sun gradually set in the west, and everyone in the restaurant seemed to be afraid of something, each of them was drinking a small wine, but their eyes were not on the friends at the same table, but vigilantly looking at the other people in the restaurant.

Mochen slowly finished most of the food on the table, wiped his mouth with the hot towel he brought, and slowly drank a little wine with his back against the wall.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud noise came down from the staircase on the second floor.

"Get out of the calf, little rabbit cub, are you really scared of you when your surname is Wu Laozi??" A rough voice came down from the second floor, and it could be heard clearly even by the door of the restaurant.

Immediately after, there was a rush of metal clashes and exclamations.

"Brother Ruolin!!" the exclamations of several young men and women rang out.

"Bang!"

A figure rolled down the stairs in front of him, and finally fell heavily on the ground in the hall on the first floor, and the frightened little two shook his body and knocked over the food in his hand to the ground.

Mo Chen glanced at this person with a little interest, but he didn't expect it to be Wu Ruolin, a noble young man who had just gone upstairs.

It's just that at this time, where did this Wu Ruolin get the kind of radiant appearance he had before, even the long sword in his hand was broken in two, and his handsome face was also beaten and his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and it seemed that he had lost enough.

"This brother, that kid is just a momentary gaffe, why should he be so ruthless? Just say that he will forget it, and he has to be forgiving and forgiving. Another elderly voice rang out upstairs.

"I do things with white paintings, what does it matter to you, anyway, I don't have any interest in the Wu family's bounty, since this kid has provoked Lao Tzu today, then don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless.

Either cut off one of my arms, or I cut off my head, there is nothing to discuss, who dares to talk nonsense, don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing people! Even if the head of the Wu family comes, it won't work!" The rough voice was cold and famous.

As soon as this name came out, there was silence upstairs and downstairs.

Even the hunchbacked old man who was sitting near Mochen moved his eyes slightly.

No one dared to persuade anymore.

Wu Ruolin's face was flushed, his body trembled, and he tried his best to prop himself up from the ground, and just as he wanted to take a breath, he felt a gust of wind coming upstairs.

A black-faced man who was a head taller than him, holding a spear in one hand, sneered and walked quickly downstairs.

What made Wu Ruolin even more unbelievable was that at this time, under the armpit of the black-faced man's other hand, he was holding his cousin Wu Cinian!

You must know that Wu Cinian is the most beautiful of his sisters, and he is also the most sensible, and he is deeply loved by the elders in the clan, and he also takes good care of this cousin.

Originally, he didn't want to take Wu Ci out this time, but he couldn't bear his sister's coquettishness, and he thought that most of the monks in the county would see the face of the city lord's mansion, so he asked her to come to play with him.

Who knew that I accidentally got into a hard stubble.

At this time, Wu Cinian's face was full of color, and he desperately wanted to struggle, but because his strength was too weak, it was to no avail. He was carried downstairs with one hand.

"This girl is good, it just so happens that there are too many worries recently, Lao Tzu has a fire in his heart, you can vent it well!" Bai Zihua sneered, turned Wu Cinian over and pressed it to the ground, and stretched out his hand to tear the girl's chest to shreds.

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