Ye Fei was very depressed and could only pretend not to hear it and continued to eat and drink. No one around the warriors noticed Ye Fei.
Firstly, Ye Fei kept his head buried in the meal, and others were familiar with his black purple and gold robe, so they didn't come to confirm it. Secondly, the edict issued by the Black Prison was too eye-catching. At this time, on the ninth floor of the restaurant,
The warriors all gathered there and surrounded the old man with a gray beard.
"Senior, you are so knowledgeable that you even know the dark prison that no one knows about. Why don't you reveal more information to us?"
"Yes, we also want to know more information about the Black Prison..."
As a warrior, who doesn't have a few enemies? What they are afraid of is that someone hires a black prison to come and assassinate them. Regarding everyone's questions, the old man has a very calm attitude and answers the questions in a leisurely manner. This has been lively for about half an hour.
.
The warriors finally satisfied their curiosity and dispersed in twos and threes. The old man with a gray beard did not leave. Seeing that Ye Fei was still eating and drinking, the old man walked over kindly and faced Ye Fei.
: "This little brother, after the old man talked for a long time, he is also thirsty. Can you ask for some water?"
"There's no water, but the wine steward is enough. Waiter, give this old gentleman a jar of good wine!" Ye Fei finally raised his head and smiled. His smile was very clean, and there was a hint of shyness. He looked like a man at first glance.
Honest person.
The old man was very satisfied, sat across from him, tapped the table gently and said: "I am old and can't drink cold wine. Why don't we heat the wine first? If Holy Son Zhenwu agrees, we might as well go for a walk outside the city. It just so happens that I have some problems.
I want to ask for advice."
"Okay, let's wait until I'm full. When I'm full, it's time to kill people!" Ye Fei buried his head again, eating the food on the table like a storm.
The old man nodded slightly, stretched out his chopsticks, picked up some food and said, "Sage Zhenwu, you can eat slowly. Only when we are full can we start our journey."
The two stopped talking.
The waiter, who was a martial artist, brought a charcoal basin, heated up the charcoal fire, and placed a pot of Fengxue Restaurant's best shochu on it, and asked: "Two guests, would you like some wine?"
"Let the wine warm first, wait for me to go out for a walk, and then drink it when you come back. I'm the Holy Son of Zhenwu, why don't you have a last drink?" the old man suggested kindly.
"No, let's warm it up first and wait until I come back!" Ye Fei finished the last dish, patted his belly, burped again, stood up and made a gesture of invitation to the old man, "I have an elder who told me,
You must respect the old and love the young. Sir, you are old and your body is not strong enough. Do you need me to help you?"
"Although I am old, my hands and feet are still nimble. The Holy Son has a heart." The old man's brows jumped slightly, then stood up and left the restaurant first.
Ye Fei immediately followed up, his body almost leaning against the old man's back. The old man's pace seemed slow, but he walked slowly and slowly. He could not only maintain a distance of three steps from Ye Fei, but also maintain a distance of three steps from Ye Fei.
He would never give Ye Fei a chance to get close to him.
"What two weirdos... Hey, what did the old gentleman call him just now, Holy Son of Martial Arts? Could it be that that person is Demon Saint Ye Fei?"
Suddenly, the young waiter came back to his senses from the conversation between the two. His expression was too horrified. When his hand shook, a layer of hot wine spilled out of the jug and fell into the charcoal basin, sizzling.
White smoke came out, and then the whole restaurant was filled with the smell of soju.
"It is indeed a good wine. If Holy Son Zhenwu doesn't drink it now, I'm afraid he won't be able to drink it again in the future." The old man shook his head when he walked out and inhaled the aroma of the wine in a rather intoxicating manner.
Ye Fei smiled and said: "We men in the Northern Territory are not used to drinking while eating. Usually we will drink strong alcohol when we reunite with old friends, or when we kill people!"
"It seems that Holy Son Zhenwu is very trusting and doesn't pay much attention to the Black Prison." The old man's brows twitched slightly.
"I'm not asking for help, but I'm very confident. I'll accept any challenge from the front, and I'll be able to handle even the smallest challenge! Invincibility is always lonely. I'm invincible, so I'm lonely." Ye Fei sighed.
He said, getting a little closer to the old man.
The old man's pace also quickened a bit at this time, his brows furrowed slightly, and he shook his head and said: "Sage Zhenwu should be more careful, Black Prison is not Xiaoxiao, but the king of killing! Whoever Black Prison wants to die, then
People have to die
! Thirty thousand years ago, the Black Prison issued an edict to assassinate the Zhenwu God Emperor. As a result, the God Emperor soon fell. Thirty thousand years later, the Black Prison issued an edict again to assassinate the Zhenwu Holy Son.
Isn’t the Holy Son worried or afraid?”
"Why should I worry, why should I be afraid?" Ye Fei suddenly quickened his pace and walked side by side with the old man.
The old man frowned even more tightly and said in a cold voice: "You should be afraid. The secret realm in the market place is the most important stronghold left by the Black Prison in Tianwu Continent. You should not destroy it, let alone take it away.
If you hand over the realm inside, maybe I can help you and plead with the Black Prison."
"Can you live by asking for mercy?" Ye Fei began to be a little interested in the old man's proposal, of course, just a little.
Hearing that Ye Fei seemed to be compromising, the old man's expression became arrogant, and his voice was slightly cold: "You still have to die! However, the Black Prison can give you one year to explain your affairs.
"
Ye Fei sneered when he heard this, and said in a deep voice: "What a black prison, you want me to hand over the territory, and you have such a big tone. Since you will die if you hand over the territory, and you will die if you don't hand over the territory, you will die, so I might as well give it to you."
Keep that area for your own use."
"Really, that's a pity. If you hadn't offended Hei Jing, you could have lived for one more year. Unfortunately, you were so stubborn that you refused Hei Jing's kindness. That's impossible. I can only take your life personally.
." The old man's tone became serious, but he did not take action immediately.
He just continued walking towards the outside of Snow Wind City, his steps getting faster and faster.
Ye Fei followed closely behind, always walking side by side with the old man. Their figures were like a gust of wind blowing through the crowded market and the noisy streets.
Finally, they left the city at the same time, and under the astonished gaze of the gatekeepers, they formed two rapidly moving hurricanes. They walked from the city gate to a hundred-meter-wide river outside the city in one breath.
On both sides of the river, Ye Fei saw rice fields with ordinary people working hard in them. On the river, there were also fishermen fishing with poles and floating by.
He pointed to the rice fields and sighed: "This is life. There is no fighting, no swords and swords. The land here can no longer tolerate darkness."
The old man shook his head in disdain and said in a deep voice: "A group of mediocre people, except for living like ants, their existence has no value! But since the Holy Son of Zhenwu likes this place, then I will use this river to bury your body, and
Your head will be hung on the wall of Snow Wind City, promoting the reputation of the Black Prison!" (To be continued)