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Wang Xiaoer tightly held the reins on the horse, and his face looked calm and breezy, but his heart was not as calm as it seemed to be.

Although his eyes were looking at the road in front of him, if someone was beside him, he would see that Wang Xiaoer's eyes were staring at the curtain of the carriage behind him, and his fine eyes showed all kinds of complicated expressions of fear and worship.

Wang Xiaoer couldn't remember how many times in the past three months, the carriage slowly ran over the blood-colored dirt, staining the annual rings of the carriage red.

With a wealth of skills in driving a carriage, Wang Xiaoer, who has a skill, is also a relatively valuable commodity among the Han people, since he was bought by that person at a high price, Wang Xiaoer has returned to his old job, but the experience of the next three months is more than ten times more wonderful than Wang Xiaoer's previous thirty-five years of life.

Bai Juan in his hand lightly wiped the cold blade, leaving a touch of red, which was shocking. The cool breeze blew the curtain of the car, blowing away the hair in front of Zhao Ping's forehead, and between the curtain was raised, a pair of shocking eyes were revealed.

At first glance, it looks as plain as the water of an ancient well, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a bloodthirsty look hidden in the depths of its eyes, like an appendage.

As time passed, the bloodthirsty look in the depths of Zhao Ping's eyes slowly faded, and finally disappeared under his eyes.

"Zi"

The cold light flickered in front of him, and the soft sword in Zhao Ping's hand was already in his waist, and the blade was hidden in his waist, like a belt, which was difficult to find without careful observation.

Zhao Ping looked at the empty hands quietly, his face was complicated, since he seemed to have devoured the blood-colored ball of light in a dream, Zhao Ping found that his murderous nature had become much greater, and all the robbers he encountered along the way had become the souls of his sword. Zhao Ping took a sharp breath, and the cool breeze seemed to carry the smell of blood just now, making people evil.

"Huh~~~"

The shaking of the carriage interrupted Zhao Ping's complicated mood, and there was a chaotic sound around him, and when he raised his hand to lift the curtain, he saw Wang Xiao's busy appearance.

Before Zhao Ping could ask, his ears were like thunder roaring, and a luxurious convoy passed by Zhao Ping quickly, and Zhao Ping could vaguely see the bright clothes of the guards on the horses in front, the exquisite swords, and the luxurious carriage behind, and the luxurious temperament was still born.

It turned out that the convoy was in a hurry, and it was simply rampage on the road, Wang Xiaoer was not in a hurry to dodge, so he startled the horses and flashed to the side.

No one paid attention to the frightened Wang Xiaoer, and the convoy did not stop at all, leaving only a burst of dust in the eyes of Zhao Ping and Wang Xiaoer.

"I'm in such a hurry, do you want to be reincarnated!" Looking at the distant convoy, Wang Xiaoer spat twice in the direction where the convoy left, and opened his mouth to curse.

Zhao Ping retracted his gaze, looked up at the boundless sky, and said with a flat face: "Let's go, hurry up, this day is going to change." With that, the curtain fell.

Hearing Zhao Ping's voice, Wang Xiaoer immediately put away the cursing scoundrel appearance, although he couldn't understand how it could rain in such a good weather, he still bowed cautiously and replied: "Got it, son, I'll leave immediately." ”

Wang Xiaoer didn't drive the carriage far, and the sky had darkened, and the color of indigo was no longer the same as before. After a while, raindrops began to fall in the sky.

This rain did not just last for a while as Wang Xiaoer thought, and the rain became heavier with the fermentation of time. The rain was heavier, and on the road, a layer of white rain and mist was splashed, like an ethereal white veil. At this moment, a gust of wind blew violently, and the white veil drifted away, and the raindrops hit the stagnant water on the road, stirring up splashes.

The rain became heavier and heavier, gradually blurring Wang Xiaoer's vision, and also made his heart sink, at this moment, there seemed to be the sound of horses roaring in front of him, and a vague building faintly appeared in Wang Xiaoer's eyes, which suddenly made the latter overjoyed.

"Childe, there is an inn in front, let's go to the front to stay for one night to hide from the rain. ”

After saying this, Wang Xiaoer twitched the horsewhip in his hand fiercely, and the horse he pulled made a neighing sound and ran forward quickly.

After getting closer, Zhao Ping carefully observed the inn in front of him, which was a somewhat old building, quaint, old, and full of the taste of time.

There was also a luxurious carriage parked in front of the inn, and it was the convoy that had collided with Zhao Ping before.

Seeing Zhao Ping's arrival, Xiao Si in the inn immediately came over to sign the horse, and asked loudly: "Guest officer, are you sharpening or staying in the hotel?"

Before Zhao Ping could reply, a middle-aged man dressed in luxury walked out from the side, reached out and took out a gold ingot from his arms, threw it into the little second-hand, and interrupted Xiao Er's question loudly.

"Xiao Er, today you have the inn master, go and arrange a clean room, if you neglect the guests, I want you to look good. ”

When the man spoke, he didn't ask Zhao Ping at all, and he opened his mouth to wrap up the entire inn, looking down on Zhao Ping's arrogance. Xiao Er took the gold ingots in his hand and looked at Zhao Ping with an embarrassed expression, looking embarrassed.

Zhao Ping's cold eyes stared at the middle-aged man's face full of disdain, and he was silent. But Wang Xiaoer was not as calm as Zhao Ping, the previous collision on the road, coupled with the rain wet like a chicken in soup, was angry in his chest, and when he saw the middle-aged man mocking Zhao Ping and himself, his fingers stood up, and he immediately counterattacked: "Why do you want to pack the inn, don't we have any money." As he spoke, he looked at Zhao Ping's reaction, and found that Zhao Ping did not show any unpleasant look on his face, and his body was even straighter, what was he afraid of behind this killing god.

I didn't expect the mud legs in my eyes to contradict myself, it is true that the current image of Zhao Ping and Wang Xiaoer is not much better, and they are full of soup chicken. A flash of anger flashed on the middle-aged man's face, and he glared at Wang Xiaoer, but the latter did not retreat at all, and returned the favor with anger.

Seeing that a conflict was inevitable, an elegant voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"Uncle Deng, give them two rooms!"

A beautiful figure emerged from the magnificent carriage and made a sound like a silver bell.