"Would you like to have some of the shop's signature dishes?" The waiter, with a dark and thin face smiling, ushered Mu Jieyu and others into the only single room at the back, and asked while wiping the table quickly with his hands and feet.
Mu Jieyu looked at a hand sweeping across the table in front of him, his eyes flashing slightly.
Wang Ke over there has already said: "Just serve two pots of good tea."
"Okay!" The waiter's smile remained unchanged and he shouted outside, "Shopkeeper, two pots of good tea!"
Not long after the waiter finished speaking, a middle-aged man wearing dark blue satin and a brown-red double-breasted long coat came in bent over carrying two pots of tea. The two immediately began to pour tea for Xuanyuan Zhirong and others.
Xuanyuan Zhirong raised the corners of his lips slightly, almost invisible, and reached out to take it.
Mu Jieyu looked at the tea handed to him, raised his eyes to look at the waiter with a flattering smile on his face, his eyes were as cold as the moon, a cold light flashed, and he shot like lightning, looking at the lean and strong wrist.
Like a little bit.
The corners of the waiter's smiling lips twitched, and his dark face suddenly turned red. A fierce light suddenly appeared in his eyes. His other hand instinctively clenched his fist and struck at Mu Jieyu.
Unfortunately, before his arm could be straightened, Bai Su, who was behind Mu Jieyu, first clamped his fist, turned it outward, then twisted it inward, and then cut the waiter's hand behind his back, pressing him on the table.
The pained face was pressed tightly against the cold table.
When the shopkeeper saw this, he rolled his eyes and wailed with a grimace: "Master, we have something to discuss. This boy is clumsy. If there is any offense, I have a lot of people, so I can help you..."
"I have always been a generous person." Xuanyuan Zhirong picked up the cup of hot tea, shook it gently twice, looked at the tea with a hint of green, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, putting it down gracefully.
Put down the tea cup, "Even if I deal with the person who wants to kill me, I can't bear to take his life."
As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Xuanyuan Zhirong's lips deepened, and a cold light flashed through his deep black jade eyes. When the shopkeeper who was attracted by Xuanyuan Zhirong felt the dangerous aura, it was already too late, and a stream of blood spurted onto his face.
, his shoulders suddenly felt numb, and something hit the instep of his feet. He lowered his head and saw a familiar arm. His pupils suddenly shrank, and then he felt a heart-piercing pain.
Before the scream could escape his mouth, someone touched his mute point, and he endured the severe pain. He looked at his shoulder bleeding profusely, and wanted to commit suicide, but was tightly controlled. In addition to twitching all over his body, he endured the intense pain.
Apart from the pain, nothing can be done.
"Tell me, who sent you here?" Mu Jieyu cast a faint glance at this bloody scene. Then he picked up the tea cup and drank it all, as if after tasting it, he became calm and relaxed.
looked at the waiter and said, "Fire
Although the toad poison is overbearing, it is also nourishing." After saying that, he personally picked up the kettle and added another cup to Xuanyuan Zhirong and handed it to him, "Drink more, it will be good for you. I plan to catch a few of them when I go to Wangyue Mountain this time.
Keep it."
Naturally, Xuanyuan Zhirong did not refuse the things that Mu Jieyu handed over. He smiled, picked up the teacup, and finished singing gracefully.
The actions of the two people made the originally tough waiter suddenly turn pale. Looking at the two people who drank the highly poisonous tea as if they were tonics, their eyes were filled with fear, as if they had seen a ghost.