On this day, Hu Ming and Er Erhong chatted for a long time, which lasted most of the day.
It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that the two of them ended their conversation.
In fact, for most of the day, Er Erhong spent most of the day reminiscing about the past.
Recalling the past between him and the girl, and the years when he first met Hu Ming.
Most of the time, Hu Ming just shut up and listened quietly, rarely expressing his own opinions.
In fact, Er Erhong didn't care at all. He was just lonely for too long and needed someone to talk to.
And Hu Ming is the best choice.
"Second Master, the lady has asked me to bring you dinner."
"After eating, it's almost time for you to rest. Besides, Mr. Ming has been on the train for a long time, so he must be very tired."
The visitor was a female waiter wearing a short cheongsam and black high-heeled shoes.
This is the "listening slave" cultivated by Crescent Hotel!
He was raised according to strict methods since he was a child, and his ears are different from ordinary people.
Although compared with the Wenshan Dragon Distinguishing Technique of the Xieling lineage, it is still a little inferior.
But the advantage is also obvious, that is, its popularity is too high.
There are hundreds of waiters at the Crescent Hotel, all of whom are slaves.
These people are enough to monitor everything that happens in the hotel 24 hours a day.
It is not unreasonable for the Crescent Hotel to remain standing in Sijiu City.
"Is it getting late?"
"It's my fault, it's my fault. I was excited and didn't pay attention. Xiao Ming, you should go and have a good rest first."
"Don't look at me like this. I think I can still last for a long time. We have plenty of time to continue chatting."
Er Erhong was stunned, then slowly stood up and opened the curtains.
Sure enough, night had already fallen outside the window, and the lights were colorful.
It is now the 21st century after all, and nightlife is already quite large in Sijiu City.
Hu Ming was silent when he saw this.
Quite a few days?
You can tell by looking at his appearance. He is stooped and he is panting from exhaustion just by standing up and closing the curtains.
Hu Ming saw keenly that the legs of Hong Erye, who was famous in February, were now shaking uncontrollably.
"...When I come to Sijiu City this time, I won't leave until you leave."
"Let's just treat it as... I, my disciple, will fulfill my filial duty and die for you."
This is quite rude to say.
But instead of being unhappy and angry, Er Erhong was stunned for a moment and then laughed heartily.
I was out of breath from laughing and coughing repeatedly.
"Hahaha...Okay, okay! Good boy! I thought you were going to disappear mysteriously again just like before, after appearing once."
"I didn't expect that before I died in February, I would still have my children by my side. God has been so kind to me!"
At Er Erhong's age, she is already one hundred and two years old. Throughout the ages, her longevity has been unimaginable.
Of course, it cannot be compared with some "monsters" that cannot be judged by common sense.
Besides, what are the nine gates? They are fighting backwards.
When I was young, I went to the ground all the time, and I was contaminated with a lot of yin, filthy, and dead energy underground.
For those in this industry, if you don’t take special measures to maintain your health, your old age will generally be miserable.
"Anyway, please take it easy. At your age, it would be good if you can live one more day, or even one hour."
Hu Ming kept walking and left without looking back.
Behind Tingnu was a waiter pushing a dining cart.
After closing the door, Hu Ming lit a cigarette for himself melancholy, leaned against the railing, and looked at the people dining in the hall below.
"To be honest, I have grown up listening to your stories."
"I have always been curious about whether the outstanding young people who are always talked about by the Second Master and the Buddha are really weak."
"Now it seems..."
At some point, when the cigarette on Hu Ming's fingertips burned to the holder, a mature female voice with a hint of youthfulness sounded in his ears.
"Huh? How does it look now? Are you a little disappointed?"
"I'm just an ordinary person. At the end of the day, I'm a bit handsome?"
Hu Ming was not surprised, he just chuckled, pinched off the cigarette butt, and looked at the woman next to him as if.
Cool, yet noble.
This is the first reaction that will arise in anyone seeing this woman.
Her shoulder-length hair was combed into a ponytail at the back, and her eyebrow-length bangs were neatly styled.
Her face is beautiful, her eyebrows are perfectly drawn, and her skin is as fair as fine jade.
Her lips were painted with a bright red lipstick that most women would find difficult to pull off.
Flaming red lips is probably a word that exists to describe this woman, right?
It was like going to a dinner party, wearing a noble black luxurious dress, which looked just right on her body.
"By the way, although you are not very old, this kind of mature makeup suits you extremely well."
"very nice!"
A hint of appreciation flashed in Hu Ming's eyes, and he praised softly.
"Thank you "Uncle Ming" for the compliment!"
The noble and cool woman looked at Jiang Nan. Her face, which looked younger than hers without makeup, looked a little strange for a moment.
"As for now...it seems that just like Adjutant Zhang, he is another immortal old monster!"
"You are obviously in your forties or fifties, but you have a face that looks seventeen or eighteen. You two really look alike."
"By the way, I am Yin Nanfeng, now the person in charge of the Crescent Hotel, and Yin Xinyue is my aunt, so you should understand, right?"
Yin Nanfeng generously extended his well-maintained right hand.
"...Understood! We are related to the Buddha. No wonder you take care of the old man so much."
"By the way, strictly speaking, the Yin family is not from the Nine Sects after all, so the title "Uncle Ming" is unnecessary.
Hu Ming understood, smiled dumbly, took Yin Nanfeng's hand, and shook hands politely.
"Uncle Ming was joking. The words that the second master has been talking about all year round are very reasonable."
"The Nine Gates are a quagmire. Once you are stained with it, you will never be able to get out of it."
"The Yin family, Buddha, and Jiumen have long been inseparable from each other, whether you or I admit it or not."
Yin Nanfeng shook his head and still insisted on his title.
"It's up to you... I didn't stay long when I came to Sijiu City half a year ago, and I didn't take a good look at the changes in Sijiu City in the past twenty years."
"It just so happens that I'm not in a hurry this time, so it's a good idea to take the opportunity to take a stroll around Sijiu City... You go ahead and I'm leaving."
Waving his hand, Hu Ming turned around and left with some boredom.
Hu Ming has already made an appointment for a drinking party, and Hu Bayi, Fatty, and Da Jinya are waiting eagerly.
"Of course, that is your freedom, Uncle Ming, but... there is one thing I think it would be better to tell you."
"My personal suggestion is that if you want to have a peaceful sleep when it's late, you'd better go back to the Xinyue Hotel."
"Perhaps you haven't noticed that your appearance in Sijiu City half a year ago has attracted the attention of some caring people."
"Your face, which has not aged in more than twenty years and is even a little younger, some people take it seriously."
"Uncle Ming, you are a veteran of the world. I guess you don't need to remind me too much. The dying beast is the most dangerous and deadly."
Yin Nanfeng nodded slightly and made a gesture of invitation.
But before Hu Ming left, he said something meaningful.
Hu Ming's footsteps paused before he left, and then he said calmly: "I didn't leave because I was afraid! A dying beast? If they are coming, then come! Just deal with them together!"
When Hu Ming finished his last sentence, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body, causing Yin Nanfeng's body to tremble. Then Hu Ming waved his hand and left slowly.
