Bao Lei's displeasure disappeared in a flash, and then a hint of smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"In Li City, I can be said to be inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people. What you say is too ridiculous."
"Let's go."
Bao Lei waved his hand and sat down again, "This place is not for women."
Feng Jiuer did not leave, but went forward and sat down on the other side of the table in front of Bao Lei.
"You are no match for me."
She looked at him with a ruthless smile.
"Tell me, who are you?
Or maybe I won’t compete with you for the position of the Thunder King.”
"Oh."
Bao Lei laughed disdainfully, took out a teacup, put it down, and picked up the teapot.
When he wanted to pour the tea in the pot into the cup, the cup that was originally placed on the table was pulled towards Feng Jiuer by some unknown force.
Bao Lei did not stop pouring the tea, but used his other hand to quickly take out another cup from the plate and place it where the tea fell.
His speed was very fast, and the tea fell into the cup without any dripping.
Feng Jiuer looked at the other person's face and half-squinted her eyes.
"Who are you?"
Bao Lei picked up the cup slowly and took a deep breath before his eyes came to Feng Jiuer.
"If your goal in Lei Teng is not me, please leave."
"Lei Shenbao is a ruthless character. He doesn't like people who are self-righteous."
"Care about me?"
Feng Jiuer leaned over, picked up the teapot that had just been put down, and poured herself a cup of tea.
When she was holding the tea cup and wanted to drink tea, the sword passed over and held her arm.
Feng Jiuer shook her head, pushed his palm away, raised the teacup, and drank the tea in one gulp.
"Mr. Bao."
She put down her tea cup and looked at Bao Lei, "I wonder how I can make friends?"
"It's not necessary."
Bao Lei stretched out his long arm, took back the teapot that Feng Jiuer had taken away, and poured himself tea.
"How do you know there isn't one?"
Feng Jiuer put down her guard and resumed her own voice.
Bao Lei raised his eyes and met her gaze.
Even if he was calm enough, the act of raising his eyes just now still couldn't hide his surprise.
Feng Jiuer was a princess of the Feng clan who was hunted down and on the run after being a member of the Feng clan for only a few days. Not many people could recognize her voice.
All she had to do was hide her appearance, and her voice wouldn't bother her at all. Of course, since she was disguised as a man, she had to pretend to have a male voice.
Feng Jiuer looked at the man who looked away, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "What expression?
Is it possible that you know me?"
"Never seen it before."
Bao Lei denied it.
He didn't even drink the tea from the cup, he stood up directly and waved his hand.
"Let's go. If you don't leave, it will be too late."
Feng Jiuer stood up and approached: "You have cared about me many times, how can I repay you?"
Bao Lei ignored the approaching woman, turned around and walked inside.
"Brother Bao."
Feng Jiuer chased after him and took the clothes wrapped around his arms.
"Long'er!"
Jian Yi didn't know Feng Jiu'er's intention, so he came to Feng Jiu'er and held her arm again.
Feng Jiuer looked sideways at him and shook her head lightly.
Jianyi took a deep breath and relaxed his hand.
"Brother Bao."
Feng Jiuer changed her voice after being intimate.
When she wanted to hold Bao Lei's arm, Bao Lei shook his arm hard, and Feng Jiuer was forced to take half a step away from him.
"Brother Bao, don't be angry! I'm here just for you."
"You are now a popular figure in front of Lei Shenbao, and you have a lot of money. Can't you accept me?"
Feng Jiuer moved forward and successfully took Lei Shenbao's arm.
"Brother Bao, I..." There was a "Qiang" sound, and before Feng Jiuer had time to wink at Bao Lei, Jianyi pulled out his sword.
Jianyi, who had drawn his sword, looked at a loss. It wasn't Jiu'er who was being bullied, but Jiu'er who looked like he was going to bully others. Was he about to chop someone down?
Feng Jiuer turned back and glanced at Jianyi. She didn't know whether she should laugh or not, but she really wanted to laugh.
I can't blame her. If I do, it's because the hero looks so cute now.
Feng Jiuer coughed slightly and turned back to look at Bao Lei.
She really wanted to know if it was him, and she wanted to know now.
Feng Jiuer's thoughts seemed to have been revealed by Bao Lei, but she still raised her hand, and he shook her away again.
"You're so ugly, and you're not afraid of staining people's eyes?"
How could his Jiu'er be ugly?
But now is not the time to recognize her.
"Don't leave! I'm calling for help. There are at least a hundred guards in this building."
"You are so skilled that you may not notice these hundred soldiers, but if your identity is exposed, everything will be in vain."
Feng Jiuer stared at the man's back and really wanted to go over and lift off the human skin mask on his face.
Before Feng Jiuer could approach again, Bao Lei's deep voice sounded: "Don't doubt my words!"
"Once things get out, it won't be good for anyone!"
Bao Lei's last words extinguished Feng Jiuer's impulse to move forward.
She took a deep breath, looked back at Jian Yi, and shook her head.
Jianyi retracted his sword and took Feng Jiuer's little arm.
The two of them came to the window like the wind and disappeared into the side room in a blink of an eye.
Bao Lei came to the bed and sat down, looking at the swaying window leaves and lost in thought.
In the backyard of the inn, Qiao Mu drank tea until he almost vomited, and then faintly visible footsteps came from outside the wing.
She grabbed her sleeve and wiped her mouth, stood up, turned around and came out.
"How about it?"
Qiao Mu looked at the short boy walking in front.
In front of Jian Yi, Feng Jiu'er could no longer be described as a boy. She was small and short.
No one responded to Qiao Mu's words. She turned around, closed the window, and then returned to sit down facing each other.
"Is there something wrong?"
Feng Jiuer picked up the scroll in her sleeve, opened it, and placed it between Qiao Mu and Jian Yi.
"Look, who does this person look like?"
"Who?"
Qiao Mu leaned over and looked at the scroll carefully, "Who is Wen Wen Jingjing?"
"He is the leader of the Thunder King."
Feng Jiuer responded softly.
When she saw this scroll for the first time, she felt similar to Qiao Mu. He was a gentle and quiet person, more like a scholar or a young master than a martial artist.
It's not that the young master cannot have super strong martial arts, but generally such people are not short of money and rarely participate in the ring.
And this man really fought from the back mountain to the top of Lei Teng Inn and became the leader of the Thunder King.
"No way?"
Qiao Mu looked at Feng Jiuer with some surprise, "The head of the Thunder King looks pretty good."
"Not only does she look good, but her skin is also very good, with fine skin and tender flesh."
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and sighed softly.
If she had insisted on tearing off his human skin mask just now, there would be no need to doubt it now.
However, his last words were not only to protect himself, but also for her and Jianyi's safety. She didn't want to gamble.
Compared to their tasks, knowing or not knowing the identity of the other party is not that important.
