Wherever there are beggars, we have our clues, and there is no news that we cannot find out..."
Han Qingjue raised his eyebrows, and a light flashed in front of his eyes. It sounded really good!
If this was the case, it would be much more powerful than the Beggar Clan in his impression! It was not a group of gangsters causing trouble. With them as the spy, it would be much easier to inquire about anything in the future!
"Hey, that sounds good!" He whispered into Fenghua's ear.
Guo Jing seemed to have heard it too, with a proud smile on his honest face!
Fenghua: "..."
No matter how powerful she is, she is still a group of beggars. When she becomes a gang leader, does she have to dress in such rags? Beg for food with them?
"Go away, I won't be your gang leader!" After Fenghua said that, he walked out of the temple, got on his horse, and ran away.
Han Qingjue also got on his horse, waved to Guo Jing, curled his lips, and left with his whip raised.
"Hey, you..." Guo Jing was so angry that he couldn't speak. Why is this young man so difficult to serve? No matter what, this person must become the gang leader! He will definitely persuade him!
Guo Jing thought to himself, made a fist, used Qing Kung, and chased after him...
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After driving for a long time, Yelujun and his party stopped in front of an inn.
Qingfeng stepped forward and said in his ear: "Young Master, let's go in and take a rest, and ask for any news about the princess!"
Yelujun nodded, he thought so too!
But why is this inn so deserted? It seems like no one dares to walk in!
At this time, Qing'er and Xin'er also got off the carriage. They looked at the people around them who seemed to be afraid of this inn. They all stayed far away and did not dare to get close.
"Let's go in and have a look." After Yelujun finished speaking, he took the lead in entering the inn.
In the lobby of the inn, the shopkeeper and the waiter were busy sweeping the floor, tidying up the tables and chairs, shaking their heads and sighing from time to time.
Yelujun frowned, and could faintly smell the cruel smell of blood in the air.
Judging from the traces left on the floor, a violent fight must have occurred here.
When the shopkeeper saw someone coming in, he felt happy and hurriedly came forward to greet him: "What do you guys want to eat at this inn? We have all kinds of food here. Come, come, sit here..."
Since the accident, no one has dared to come to visit us. Finally, a customer came in. Please treat him well. Don’t let your distinguished guests run away!
The shopkeeper led everyone to the largest table and sat down.
"What's going on here? What happened?" Qing'er frowned and asked, looking at a ten centimeter wide and three meter long crack on the floor.
"Oh, don't mention it!" the shopkeeper sighed, "A group of people started fighting for no reason while eating! Oh, how many tables and chairs have been smashed, and the store has been ruined. No one comes now.
Visited."
As he spoke, he shouted to the waiter: "Hurry up and bring the waiter a pot of tea!"
"Hey, here we come..." The waiter didn't dare to neglect and quickly came forward with a pot of tea.
"What happened next?" Qingfeng asked curiously.
"Now that the fighting is over, why don't we just leave! Everyone has been beaten to death, so what can we do? Oh, I can no longer do business here. In a few days, I will have to close down!"