Chapter 772 I Like It the Most

"Okay, the waiter, please take a seat first." Xiao Er led him to an empty table and sat down.

After a while, Xiao Er brought two bowls of cold noodles and a plate of beef with sauce to Tangning's table, and then served some dishes to Ye Changqing.

At this time, five people walked in. The head of the man had his hair loose, one of his eyes was covered with a blindfold, and there was a long scar on his face that slanted half of his face from his forehead.

The man was wearing a black robe and looked like he was in his 40s or 50s. He didn't have a leg problem, but he was holding a brightly colored red crutch in his hand, and his body exuded a bloody aura.

The other four were half a step behind the man in front. As soon as they came in, their cold eyes glanced at the diners in the inn. Their gazes paused on the bald-headed monk and the little girl, then moved away, and looked at them calmly. He glanced at Ye Changqing who was sitting at another table.

The man in the lead stepped inside and sat down at the corner on the other side. The four people behind followed and sat down before shouting, "Little Er, serve us some food and drinks!"

"Come, come!" Maybe it was because the auras on several people were too terrifying, or maybe it was because they looked like they were not good people. Xiao Er's face was pale, and there was a hint of trembling in his voice. He poured tea in front of the iron kettle.

"Guest waiter, have a cup of tea first. We have beef in sauce, all kinds of stir-fries, and three cups of duck, etc. I don't know..."

Before Xiao Er's words were finished, he was interrupted directly.

"Bring one of each of your signboards, and give us a jar of wine! Be quick!"

"Yes." Xiao Er responded, poured tea for them, and hurriedly backed away.

Ye Changqing narrowed his eyes and took a sip of wine, vaguely feeling that these people were coming for him. Maybe it was because Master Tang mentioned something, so he was very attentive to the people he met along the way, and these people looked at the people in the inn as soon as they entered the door, but their eyes always seemed to be Nothing fell on him.

That kind of gaze, as if being stared at by some poisonous snake and beast, was gloomy and cold, causing the hairs on his body to stand up involuntarily, giving rise to an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart.

Who are these people? How could it bring him such a sense of crisis?

When his heart shook and a trace of unease appeared in his heart, a reassuring voice entered his mind at this moment.

"Don't panic, I'll watch it, it'll be fine."

When the soft and soothing voice came into his mind, his heart shook, and he restrained the eyes that he instinctively wanted to raise. At this moment, shock and disbelief appeared in the closed eyes.

This kind of ability to ignore other people and simply transmit sound into his consciousness cannot be done without foundation-building cultivation. Is Master Tang already a foundation-building cultivator?

Thinking of this, he settled down in his heart, took a sip of the wine in the cup, and when he raised his eyes, he heard the sound again.

"After the meal, tell your people not to enter the inn, and go outside to guard them all."

Tangning confessed again, holding a piece of beef with sauce in her chopsticks and placing it in the little girl's bowl, "Eat more."

"Uh-huh."

The little girl responded happily, looking at him with beautiful eyes, and said with a smile: "I like Tang Tang the most, and I like to eat with Tang Tang the most."

Hearing this, Tangning chuckled lightly and gently scratched the little girl's nose.