Zi Yuanying followed Ye Wenchan and asked in a worried voice.
"Ah? That's very good!"
Ye Wenchan said with a smile, glanced at it, and walked to a small wine table next to it.
The wine table was in the corner, looking a bit out of the way, but no one else was sitting there.
Zi Yuanying let out a sigh of relief. She thought Ye Wenchan would kill the storyteller in anger, but she didn't expect that he was quite content.
"What a weirdo. If it were senior brother, this storyteller's mouth would probably be slapped to pieces."
Zi Yuanying muttered, walked over quickly, and sat opposite Ye Wenchan.
At this moment, the storyteller has already talked about Ye Wenchan's battle with the Three Blood Owls. Perhaps because it is raining outside and there is fun to watch inside, the business of Daotu Restaurant is particularly hot today. The spacious living room is crowded with people of all kinds*
** crowd.
"Dear readers, how insidious is Ye Wenchan? He fought with Xue Sanxiao, the elder of the Punishment Department, for more than 3,000 rounds before he finally found an opportunity and sprinkled a handful of lime powder on Xue Sanxiao's face.
, and then took the opportunity to take action, this big knife, bang... it hit the head of the three blood owl, poor commander..."
When the storyteller said this, he shook his head and sighed, and his sentences all revealed the meaning of regret, which made everyone around him feel angry.
"What this guy said is true or false? How could a powerful person in the Sun-Chasing Realm use such a method as spreading lime powder?"
Zi Yuanying felt angry, wrinkled her nose and hummed.
"Rumors in the world are always exaggerated. What's more, people only listen to excitement. What you tell them is too mysterious and they don't believe it!"
Ye Wenchan chuckled and didn't care at all.
This may also be a propaganda method of the Seven Factions Alliance. They always want to give the alliance a positive image, otherwise how can they rule such a large area?
"After the death of the Three Blood Owls, Commander Shan Ying and Commander Hongjiu were all angry, including the elders of the seven major sects. They were even more filled with righteous indignation. They took out their weapons one by one and wanted to fight in this demon-slaying city. Ye... asked...
cicada!"
When the storyteller said this, he made a long note, was stunned, and left with a smile.
"One more section."
"That's right, I haven't heard enough yet, here's another one!"
"What happened to that short little boy Ye Wenchan in the end?"
"That's right. You are reluctant to finish your story and always keep people's appetites going. What's going on?"
A group of addicted drinkers pounded the table and benches and shouted.
"Oh, listen to his nonsense. He is a storyteller and knows nothing."
"The people in Demon Slaying City only know how to talk and brag. They are so powerful. Why haven't they already become a first-class sect and become one of the seven major sects?"
At this time, a drunkard with a bad mouth, a beard and a wild boar face spoke with disdain.
"Hey, buddy, it seems you know the inside story. Tell me. Tell me."
Another person quickly picked up the bottle and turned around to ask.
"That's right, bro, that day in Demon Slaying City, Ye Wenchan wasn't as ugly as the storyteller said. It was too ugly. Is he still a human being?"
"His appearance is uglier than my brother's."
The boar-faced drinker burped.
"cut……"
The group of drinkers around you are speechless. If you are uglier than you, you might as well be a monster...
"You said Demon Slayer City is all trash, so why are they still in the north and haven't been eradicated by the seven major sects?"
Some people have put forward different opinions.
"That's because our seven major sects cherish talents. Speaking of which, the disciples of Demon Slaughter City are useless, but this Ye Wenchan is still somewhat capable. That day, the last four elders of the seven major sects worked together to suppress it.
This Ye Wenchan forced Ye Wenchan to agree and become a subsidiary of the seven major sects. The two parties signed a secret agreement, and the matter came to an end."
"I saw the contents of the secret agreement with my own eyes at the time."
boar face
The man said mysteriously.
"You know the content of the agreement, tell me quickly, what's in it?"
A group of good people suddenly became energetic again.
"This is it!"
The man with the wild boar face patted the empty wine bottle.
"That's easy to say, waiter, bring a big jar of wine."
On the side, a wealthy customer shouted, and the waiter immediately brought a jar of wine over.
"These people really have everything they say."
Zi Yuanying glanced at Ye Wenchan and said cautiously.
"It's okay, I'm not surprised."
Ye Wenchan smiled faintly. Ye Wenchan had seen this kind of shameless and low-level propaganda method many times.
He has seen black things called white and white things called black, so why would he care about the opinions of a few warriors?
"Two guests, may I ask what you need?"
The waiter who had just served the wine came over and greeted Ye Wenchan and Zi Yuanying.
"Bring a jar of century-old red wine and bring a plate of each of your specialty dishes."
Zi Yuanying said casually, patting a piece of Yuan Jing on the table.
"Okay!"
The waiter smiled happily, picked up the Yuan Jing, stuffed it into his pocket, and then went to get the wine and serve the food very quickly.
"You wait here, I'll be back as soon as I can."
Zi Yuanying said, winking at Ye Wenchan mysteriously, then stood up and walked directly towards the kitchen.
Ye Wenchan smiled faintly and didn't care.
As soon as Zi Yuanying left, two figures entered the Daotu Restaurant.
As soon as the two women with graceful figures came in, they attracted the attention of the surrounding drinkers.
The woman in front of her with the curtain opened is dressed in a black outfit, majestic, with a slender face and an air of heroism between her brows.
But she was obviously a little arrogant, and there was a coldness in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
Everyone's eyes only stayed on her for a moment, but were all focused on the woman behind her.
Although it is a rainy day, there is no rain on the woman behind her. Her pink dress has a natural charm, her skin is as beautiful as jade, and every inch of her figure is so attractive.
Especially those eyes, as clear as water, alluring, and the girl in well-dressed clothes standing next to her actually seemed to be overshadowed.
"Na'er, let's not go up in a hurry."
The girl in pink skirt spoke, her voice was particularly beautiful.
"Okay, miss!"
The girl in black attire nodded in response, glanced left and right, and found that this large restaurant was actually full. She frowned and said, "Miss, there is no room left, why don't we go up."
"No rush!"
The girl in pink skirt waved her hand: "Some things are better if you stretch them out a little."
"Miss, please wait for me for a moment."
The girl in black costume saw Ye Wenchan sitting alone in the corner, her heart moved slightly, and she walked to Ye Wenchan.
Ye Wenchan raised his head and saw the girl in black costume looking at him and asked: "Is something wrong?"