Chapter 620: City Lord's Night Banquet, Death Without Regrets

After Chen Zhong left, he didn't come back until the next afternoon.

In the inn, the two teenagers became a little anxious.

"Your Highness, why hasn't Uncle Zhong come back yet? Has anything changed?"

The boy who spoke was anxious, and he was also the youngest of the three.

He was selected because of his innate divine power.

Hua Youan shook his head, "Don't worry, since Uncle Zhong said he can do it, he will definitely do it, wait a little longer."

The older boy also said at this time: "Ah Song, Your Highness is right. Uncle Zhong has been running the business in Luofu City by himself for decades. He must have his own merits. Don't be too anxious."

Song Ah curled his lips, "Jia Ning, don't talk about me here, who was so anxious that he couldn't even eat?"

Jia Ning smiled awkwardly, and then retorted, "Do you think everyone is like you, eating like a rice bucket?"

Because Song Ah was born with supernatural power, his appetite is also extremely amazing.

"That's better than you. If you don't agree, let's go outside and wrestle?"

"Why don't you tell me to compare archery with me?"

Jia Ning is best at archery. Archery with one hand can be described as extraordinary and refined, and can even restrain some cultivators, so he was selected.

"I'm stupid, to compare arrows with you?"

"Then I'm stupid, wrestling with you?"

The two began to bicker.

Hua Youan watched from the side and couldn't help smiling.

Because they are all teenagers of the same age, and after getting along with each other for this period of time, they have long become best friends with each other.

Moreover, Hua You'an knew that the reason these two bickered was to ease the tense atmosphere.

In fact, why is Hua Youan not like this?

Even though she just said that she would trust Uncle Zhong.

But she knows very well that the world of cultivators is extremely cruel.

As long as you are strong,

Then whatever you do is right.

But if your strength is low, then even your breathing is wrong.

And it is hard to imagine how difficult it is to win tickets to the banquet with the strength of the Hua nationality.

While the three of them were restlessly waiting in the inn.

In a side room of the Louvre City Lord's Mansion.

Chen Zhongzheng nodded and bowed and spoke to a fat butler with big ears.

"Butler Geng, please do me a favor and find a way to get an invitation card for my Chinese! This is a trivial matter, not a respect, you buy a bag of tea!"

As he spoke, Chen Zhong handed over a few bank notes.

The steward glanced at the crumpled bank note in Chen Zhong's hand, snorted coldly, and then said in a strange way.

"Chen Zhong, I have known you for more than ten years. I thought you were an old dog who only knew how to flatter and flatter. I didn't expect that you would dare to stand up for the Chinese? Why? I feel that my fellow clan didn't get the invitation. Is there no light left?"

Chen Zhongnuo didn't dare to say anything, just kept smiling flatteringly.

Geng Jin sneered and said: "Don't play dumb with me, I'm also wondering, what do you say about your Chinese plans? In the last Thousand Clans Conference, the people you sent didn't even enter Tiandaoyuan, and they were killed at the banquet. People have been playing tricks to death. They actually sent people this time? And they are going to a banquet?"

"Let me tell you, this time the city lord thinks that you Chinese are too weak, and also to protect you, so he deliberately didn't send invitations to you, so please come back!"

After finishing speaking, Geng Jin, the chief steward of the City Lord's Mansion, raised his teacup, which was obviously blasting Chen Zhong out.

Chen Zhong didn't leave, but took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Master Geng, we Chinese don't want to do anything, just want to prove that we still exist in this world! You just need to hold your hands high and let us go Yan, we Chinese will never forget your kindness!"

"Don't forget my kindness? Hehe, just relying on you mortals? To tell you the truth, if it wasn't for the face of the guarantors you hired, I wouldn't bother to see you." Geng Jin snorted coldly, then got up and went to leave.

At this time, Chen Zhong fell to his knees with a plop, "Master Tang, please help me!"

As he spoke, he kowtowed his head.

Seeing this, Geng Jin didn't even blink his eyelids, instead he smiled viciously and said, "I've seen kowtowing a lot, Chen Zhong, I heard that you are famous for your good temper, how about it, as long as you kneel on the ground now If you bark like a dog, I agree to think of a way for you Chinese, how about it?"

Chen Zhong was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and looked at the soup.

"Why? Don't you want to? Then I can't help you!" Geng Jin said, and was about to leave.

"My lord, stay!" Chen Zhong lowered his head and said softly.

Geng Jin stopped in his tracks, "What? Are you willing?"

Chen Zhong's face was a little pale, but he smiled very sincerely.

"Of course I would. I was just thinking about how to bark like a dog!"

As he spoke, he barked.

Seeing the gray-haired old man kneeling on the ground and barking like a dog, Geng Jin couldn't help laughing, and then patted Chen Zhong on the head.

"You are considered a person of interest, that's all, I will help you, but I have agreed in advance, if you Chinese people are dead, don't rely on me!"

Chen Zhong nodded vigorously, "Master Steward, please rest assured, if a member of my Chinese family dies, it has absolutely nothing to do with you."

Geng Jin chuckled and muttered something.

"I really don't understand you Chinese people, are you all lunatics?"

Then he left.

After Chen Zhong was left alone in the ear room, he slowly lowered his head, his eyes shone with humiliation, but after a while, the light dissipated, and he became relaxed again, then got up and left the City Lord's Mansion, and returned to the inn .

"Uncle Zhong, how are things going?" Song Ah asked impatiently.

Chen Zhong nodded with a smile, "I, Chen Zhong, will naturally have to show some face to all parties. It's already done, and we can go to the banquet in the evening!"

"Really! That's great!" Song Ah happily dragged Jia Ning down to prepare.

Looking at these two energetic backs, Chen Zhong, who didn't even feel sad even kneeling on the ground like a dog barking, suddenly felt empty in his heart.

Geng Jin's words still ring in his ears.

And the tragedy of the last Thousand Clans Conference also came to Chen Zhong's mind.

Those were three teenagers who were equally young, and they went to the banquet excitedly, but what they brought back was a mess of flesh and blood.

It's just that I don't know if the situation will change a little this time.

Hua Youan Bingxue was smart, seeing Chen Zhong's appearance, he naturally knew what he was worried about, and couldn't help smiling.

"Uncle Zhong, don't be sad. When the three of us made the decision to come to the Thousand Clans Conference, we had already made all the preparations. If..."

Huayou settled down.

"If we really can't come back, please remember to send a letter to my father, saying that I didn't embarrass him!"

Chen Zhong listened silently for a while.

no tears.

Because in this world, the weak don't even deserve tears.

Geng Jin did not break his promise, and the dispatcher sent an invitation when lighting the lamp.

The three Hua You'an, who had already prepared everything, took the invitation and got up to go to the City Lord's Mansion.