Chapter 1392: A small inn on the border
The performances of Zhou Lingyu and Tang Rouzhi were really disgusting.
Even the delicious shrimp dumplings didn't seem so delicious. Shi Li didn't want to waste Xu Su's kindness, so she picked up the plate and prepared to go upstairs to her room to continue enjoying the food.
He walked past the two of them without hiding his disdain.
"This man was forced upon me by Master Zhou. You can take him away if you want. But I have to say this beforehand: stop pointing fingers at me in the future, or I will break your fingers!"
She was obviously a bright and pretty girl, but her words were so aggressive that Zhou Lingyu frowned and even forgot the purpose of his visit. He turned around and wanted to scold her.
His eyes inadvertently met the smiling Yuan Shang, and he immediately regained his senses, remembering the scene of cutting off the Fuso man's fingers with his sword.
Other people's threats may just be threats, but the proprietress of this inn really means what she says.
Zhou Lingyu was not sure if his men could be faster than Yuan Shang, so he silently held his breath and just protected Tang Rouzhi.
"you……"
Shi Li glanced at him, curled her lips, and didn't even bother to remind him.
In this comparison, Zhou Heng, who pretended to have lost his memory and stayed in the inn, was much better than Zhou Lingyu, the barbecued pork. If she had the right to vote, she would definitely vote for Zhou Heng.
Zhou Heng, who was quietly doing the work of a servant, didn't know that his image in Shi Li's eyes was slightly elevated because of Zhou Lingyu's stupidity.
If you knew, you would probably feel relieved?
In the past few days, he had cleaned all the corners and tables and chairs in the inn by himself. His precious body had never been used for such chores before.
But even with such a huge sacrifice, he still failed to get closer to the proprietress, and the people in the inn were still lukewarm towards him.
Shi Li walked into the bedroom carrying the shrimp dumplings, and Yuan Shang followed her in and closed the door.
"What do you want to tell me?"
Yuan Shang took a step forward. It was impossible that Shi Li went upstairs suddenly just now just because she found Zhou Lingyu and Tang Rouzhi annoying. She must have something to say that was not convenient to say outside.
"That Zhou Lingyu is so bold as to keep Tang Rouzhi by his side..."
Shi Li picked up a shrimp dumpling, took a small bite, and shook her head speechlessly.
"He's not afraid that Tang Rouzhi will set him on fire at night, but no one can get into trouble in our inn. You have to keep an eye on them."
"You worry too much. He brought so many people with him. If they can't protect him, they would be useless." Yuan Shang crossed his arms and disagreed.
With his sharp eyes, he could tell that those following Zhou Lingyu were all top masters. Although they were not as good as him and Xu Su, they were more than capable of protecting Zhou Lingyu.
"I'm afraid he'll be stupid and give away first blood!"
Shi Li snorted, then muttered softly, "My brother is not at home, I have to take care of the house and definitely not cause any trouble for him..."
Yuan Shang: ...
I've really let you two show off enough!
"Got it, got it. I'll ask Xu Su to help keep an eye on it and make sure no one dies here. Okay?"
Today a hurricane blew from the direction of the desert, and the wind and sand were so strong that your face would be covered with sand when you go out, and you couldn't open your eyes at all.
So no matter which side they were on, they all stayed in the inn and didn't go out.
Fortunately, the lobby on the first floor was spacious enough, with Zhou Lingyu's people and the Fuso people occupying half each, so everything was peaceful.
After noon, the wind and sand outside were still very strong.
Amid the whistling wind, there was a faint sound of horse hooves; the sound was not loud, not fast or slow, but it was getting closer and closer.
I don't know why, but it makes me feel particularly oppressive.
Zhou Lingyu has been proficient in both literature and martial arts since childhood. He felt that the sound of horse hooves was unusual and silently glanced at the guards around him.
Everyone was on high alert, thinking that they had underestimated this inn and that everyone who came here was extraordinary.
The same was true for the Japanese. Because they didn't know who was coming, they gripped their weapons vigilantly. They were extremely nervous, but tried to pretend to be calm, which was quite funny.
Finally, the sound of horse hooves stopped outside the inn, and the closed door was pushed open from the outside. Everyone held their breath and saw a tall figure in a cloak and hat appear outside the door.
Covered in dust and wind, it looked as if he had just traveled through mountains and rivers from a very far away place.
Before the crowd had time to think about who this person was and why he appeared here, they heard the crisp sound of bells and bracelets colliding, accompanied by hurried footsteps.
The innkeeper's wife in a graceful red dress ran down from upstairs, passed through the lobby like a butterfly, and dived into the arms of the visitor.
The movement was so hasty that the hat on the visitor's head was knocked to the ground, revealing a face full of stubble and looking very weathered.
Everyone:? ? ?
How could such a man make the proprietress, who even he looked down upon, let go of her reserve and run towards him? What kind of fantastic scene was this?