"..." Han Qingjue rolled his eyes, really unable to communicate!
Fenghua walked to an inn. The four characters "Yunlai Inn" were written on the signboard. Through the window, she could faintly see a faint wax light coming from the house.
There must be someone inside!
She stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door.
No one responded, but she clearly heard the sound of thin footsteps inside.
At this time, Han Qingjue and Guo Jing also came over.
"No one is inside? Why didn't you open the door for so long?" Guo Jing said.
Han Qingjue also knocked on the door, but there was still no response.
Fenghua didn't say anything, took a step back, and kicked him directly——
There was a "boom" and the whole door fell down!
A slight dust rose, and two trembling figures gradually appeared in front of them.
"Don't... don't kill us..." The middle-aged man's trembling hands kept shaking and he had two mustaches on his lips. From that look, he should be the owner of this inn.
Next to him, a middle-aged woman cried and shed tears, huddled behind the middle-aged man, and kept sobbing.
"We didn't say we were going to kill you, so what are we afraid of?" Guo Jing blinked his face honestly, looking innocent and harmless.
"We are here to stay." Feng Hua said in a cold voice.
"I...we don't do business..." Before he could finish his words, a dagger was placed on his neck, and a low voice said in his ear: "We are only staying one night and leaving tomorrow, but
good?"
"Okay... okay..." The middle-aged man was so scared that his legs were weak. How could he dare to refuse?
"Yes!" Han Qingjue put away the dagger with satisfaction and carried it directly through the door. Fenghua and Guo Jing followed suit.
The middle-aged man did not dare to say that he was talented, so he quickly moved the door panel from the ground to block the door. He also moved a large counter and sealed the door tightly. He was afraid that if someone kicked him again, the whole door would fall down again.
.
"Is there anything to eat? Bring some food over here. We've been traveling all day and haven't eaten anything yet!" Guo Jing said, touching his belly.
Han Qingjue nodded in agreement. He was also hungry.
"Well...I'll cook some noodles for you..." He said, shaking his hands and running to the kitchen.
The three of them found a table and sat down. Over in the corner, a middle-aged woman looked at them with fearful eyes, her tears kept flowing, and she sobbed softly, crying so sadly.
After a while, a middle-aged man came over with three bowls of noodles on a tray, placed the noodles in front of them, and said carefully: "You...you guys eat slowly..."
"Wait a minute!" Guo Jing suddenly shouted.
The middle-aged man was so frightened that the tray in his hand almost fell to the ground.
"This... this waiter, is there anything else you can do?"
Guo Jing said nothing, stretched out his hand, dropped a silver coin on the tray, and said calmly: "We eat your food, live your food, and we will pay for it. You don't have to be afraid, we are not bad people."
The middle-aged man was a little surprised when he saw the silver in the tray, and said excitedly: "Thank you... thank you... as long as you are not bad people..."
"Are there many bad people here?" Han Qingjue raised his eyebrows.
"Here...sigh..." He shook his head and sighed sadly.
"Why do everyone here close their doors so early? Moreover, there is not a single pedestrian on the street?" Fenghua finally couldn't help but asked.