"Is anyone here? I heard that the son of the Godslayer lives here, and I came to ask for advice."
The only people busy in the lobby were a few guys from the inn and two old men.
Bai Gaoxing was busy clearing the table. Ye Zigao drove the white-haired old man away and was fighting with him.
The remaining Fu Nan was sweeping the floor, making a swishing sound so loud that no one heard the person coming.
The person who came spoke straightened his back and was full of energy, but unexpectedly there was a silence, which made him feel a little embarrassed for a moment.
"Ahem," the visitor pretended to cough, successfully causing Fu Nan to raise his head, "I don't know who..."
"Hey, this sheep is bigger. The beard is like my grandpa's, and the eyebrows are like a blind man. He doesn't know how to see the road."
Fu Nan was holding a broom and commenting on the goat. Unexpectedly, out of nowhere, Fu Nan slapped Fu Nan on the cheek.
"Ouch!" Fu Nan covered his face in pain.
"What's wrong?" Bai Gaoxing turned around and asked.
"Who the fuck is going to hit me?" Fu Nan said, covering his burning and sore cheeks.
"Who hit you?" Bai Gaoxing was confused. There was only a goat standing next to Fu Nan, and a man carrying a cane sat on the goat's back.
In addition, no one is within half a step of him, and that person is out of reach, and no one can defeat him.
"Feng Ruizui, was it you who did it?"
Fu Nan shouted into the void, not expecting an answer. He couldn't hear what Feng'er said anyway.
"If you're going to be beaten, then you're going to get beaten. You're going to get beaten anyway." Ye Zigao said impatiently, "Can you please not disturb my chess game?"
"You're so fucking tall that you can be beaten, you..."
"Ahem", someone interrupted Fu Nan, who was about to speak, but Fu Nan said impatiently, "Are you here to sell sheep?"
"Go away, we don't want to buy sheep. Even though our shopkeeper is easy to cheat, you can't just find one to cheat."
Fu Nan swept the floor with a broom and asked the goat to take a few steps back.
"Buy a sheep?" The visitor stretched his neck and squinted his eyes, trying to see clearly the appearance of the wealthy man.
"Do you know what happened to the shopkeeper who deceived us last time?" Fu Nan said, "He died three times."
"I'm not buying a sheep, I'm looking for..." The visitor was interrupted again, this time by the goat on his crotch.
I saw Yu Shiyu come out of the backyard, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and the goat immediately walked towards Yu Shiyu.
The goat walked slowly, and the dirt on its hooves left traces on the inn floor.
"Hey, I just swept the floor, you sheep are too blind." Fu Nan said and went to stop him, "Pah", and slapped him in the face again.
The slap was still silent, but the pain made Fu Nan cover his face.
"Oh, who the hell is so wicked? Feng'er, if you have the ability, come out and fight alone." Fu Nan shouted into the air.
Feng'er, who had just come downstairs, was very innocent. She heard Ye Zigao complain: "Why are you shouting? A good man doesn't fight with a woman. What's wrong with you being beaten a few times by her?"
"I almost won this game, but you messed it up." Ye Zigao said, messing up the chessboard, "Do it again, do it again."
"Hey, what are you doing?" The white-haired old man was unhappy, "Obviously I am about to win."
"Winning or losing is a common thing for military officers. Old man, don't be afraid of losing." Ye Zi said righteously.
"Hey, you...you youngster..." The white-haired old man didn't know what to say about Ye Zi's height.
On the goat side, Yu Shiyu looked at the goat in surprise as he walked up to him, flicked his forehead, and revealed his eyes. He was a little confused.
"What is this for?" Yu Shiyu said, hiding his bottle of wine behind his back.
"Oh, don't worry, girl, I, the sheep, just thought the girl was pretty, so I came close to her," said the man on the sheep's back.
He put his head forward and squinted, trying to see Yu Shiyu's face clearly.
"Oh, really, you, a sheep, still have this ability?" Yu Shiyu said.
"That's when the Golden King of the Golden King City had trouble choosing. When he faced three thousand beauties in the harem and didn't know how to choose, it was none other than the sheep's father who came to choose the lucky beauties.
When it comes to identifying beauties by scent, I, the sheep, have learned the truth from my father."
"Jinwang City, why haven't I heard of it? Where is it?" Yu Shiyu asked.
"The existence of Jinwang City was too short. There were only 3,000 people. Jinwang, a thousand-year-old monster, died of exhaustion in less than a year." The visitor said, "The city later changed its name and became a city of women or something.
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Yu Shiyu was startled, the name of this Daughter's City sounded familiar.
At this time, the person on the sheep's back finally saw Yu Shiyu's appearance clearly and said with a smile: "Hey, girl, how about I buy you a drink?"
Yu Shiyu glanced at him and left with the wine gourd.
"Quite proud." The man on the sheep's back didn't take it seriously and asked from behind: "Then may I ask, is the son of the God-killer still alive?"
Yu Shiyu stopped and turned his back to the visitor. His surprise was beyond words.
"What are you shouting for, what are you shouting for?" said Ye Zigao, who was placing the chess pieces over there. "Since when did our shopkeeper have the title of God Killer?"
"That's right, have you made a mistake? You are looking for someone from the Godslayer Alliance, and there is one right in front of you." Fu Nan pointed at himself.
When the Godslayer Alliance group left, Fu Nan took the opportunity to assume a supernumerary status.
Nowadays, Fu Nan is not only a waiter in the inn, but also a member of the Ghost Suppression Department, a member of the Imperial Guard, and even a member of the God Killer.
In the future, when I am trying to protect my family, if I throw away my four titles, at least half of the people will be scared away.
In other words, for the rest of my life, those who are in trouble should be a young man with four stripes and not be afraid of unemployment.
"I'm looking for the son of the God-Slayer, the son of the Saint of Luo City, for the rest of my life." The visitor emphasized the word "son" very much this time.
"Son of a saint, I..." Fu Nan was about to speak when he saw that the entire inn seemed to have stopped in time.
Ye Zigao held the chess piece and refused to let it fall. Bai Gao opened his mouth wide in joy and the two old men froze.
"You must be joking, right?" Fu Nan said, "How can our shopkeeper be the son of the God-Slayer? He is the King of the East Wasteland..."
The rich man is silent. The only person who can give King Donghuang a son is probably the son of a saint.
The pin drop could be heard in the huge inn for a moment. Just when everyone was not sure whether the news was true or not, but they were shocked, Yu Shiyu started to move.
She turned around in an instant, and the sword appeared in front of her like rain, leaning towards the person on the sheep's back.
The visitor was indifferent. He even closed his eyes and shook his crutch slightly. Suddenly, the whole inn froze.
"My heart is here, and I am here." The man on the sheep quilt slowly opened his eyes, no longer squinting, and his eyes shot out sharply.
He gently pushed away the sword blade that had reached his face, "Looking at the girl's beauty, why would she hit someone easily? This is not good, it's very bad."
"But for the sake of the girl's beauty, I will spare your life for now." The visitor said arrogantly.
He said to everyone in the lobby: "I am a subordinate of the Kunlun Mountain mythical beast Tumo, who came to Yu Sheng to avenge the horns chopped off by the god-killer ten thousand years ago."
After proudly announcing his home status, the visitor softened his tone and said, "Tell me, why did you chop off his horns?"
"If you just cut off his brain, wouldn't he stop remembering this grudge?" The visitor felt deeply sad.
"Even if the head can't be chopped off, if you chop off two corners, four corners will be enough. If you chop off just one corner, isn't this asymmetrical?"
"Sir, you happen to have a bad beauty problem. Tell me, if your horns are asymmetrical, does it bother you when you look in the mirror?"
"When you are upset, do you hate him? He hates him. He hates him. After hearing the news about his son, he asked me to kill him."
He turned around and asked Ye Zigao and the others, "Which one of you is Yu Sheng?"
A few people didn't move and didn't answer, "Oh, I forgot, in my state of mind, you can't move." The visitor suddenly understood.