Chapter 952 Can I Have a Glass of Water?

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"Seller, can I have a glass of water?"

After a long time, the teacher looked up and said sincerely.

"Get out!" The drunk proprietress smashed the wine jar on the counter and shouted angrily, "Get out if you can't drink, I don't welcome beggars who eat and drink for free!"

"I'm not a beggar, how can you look down on people out of thin air?"

"Oh! Then you say that you are better than a beggar?"

The master murmured for a long time, and suddenly he took out his copper bowl from his coat, and there were three copper coins in it jingling.

"I'll help you do your fortune-telling and change a glass of wine, okay?"

The physicist's plea was once again sprayed by the proprietress, making the physicist tremble with anger.

"Oh, forget it, Madam Boss, I paid for this brother's drink for him."

Ye Hong couldn't bear to see the humiliation of the teacher whom he liked very much, so he said leisurely.

But when he picked up the menu, his eyes widened.

At the top of the menu, of course, is the store's signboard, which is the wine that Qin Zhengyan just drank - red lotus and green bamboo wine.

But the price marked on the back is really outrageous, with a full 1 and five 0s.

A jar of wine 100,000? !

No wonder Qin Zhengyan was so distressed just now. It turned out that he drank tens of thousands of yuan from him in two mouthfuls.

And looking down, it is outrageous that other wines are not much cheaper than Red Lotus Green Bamboo Wine.

"You are a black shop!"

Ye Hong immediately took a deep breath, even the night food didn't dare to sell things so expensive!

Since then, Ye Hong and the physiognomist also joined the camp and scolded the proprietress together.

But regardless of how drunk the proprietress was, her mouth was comparable to that of a sewing machine. With full firepower, she was able to fight one against two without losing the slightest.

Qin Zhengyan listened to the scolding battle with a headache, glanced at the photographer and said to Ye Hong, "Your friend?"

"I just met last night." Ye Hong shrugged and said, "I only know his surname is Dugu."

"Lonesome..."

Qin Zhengyan chewed on the surname for a moment, then suddenly his pupils shrank, he looked at the teacher in horror and said, "Be careful, he is also..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Hong suddenly pushed Qin Zhengyan away from his seat!

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

In the places where Qin Zhengyan and Ye Hong were sitting, three flying knives were inserted into the bamboo chairs, making dull sounds.

Qin Zhengyan glanced at Ye Hong gratefully, then stared at the door.

These three flying knives were shot in from the outside.

Ye Hong kept Qin Zhengyan behind him, closed his eyes slightly, and focused all his attention on his ears.

"Ding! Triggering proficient hearing, eliminating noise interference..."

The alley was silent at first, and then there were long breaths and even footsteps.

The footsteps of ordinary people must be jumbled and chaotic, and those who can make every step evenly can only be ancient warriors!

And listening to these voices, there is not only one ancient warrior who came!

Suddenly, Ye Hong suddenly opened his eyes.

coming!

A thin middle-aged man with big golden earrings, throwing a few flying knives in his hands, with a weird smile on his face, entered the store.

"I didn't even hit it. What a quick reaction ability, as expected of the kid who defeated Huangfu Ying."

Ye Hong's eyes narrowed: "Are you sent by the Huangfu family?"

"Hahaha, the Huangfu family doesn't have the ability to invite me [Nanyang Flying Knife - Jin Buwen]." The middle-aged thin man laughed arrogantly, and stepped on the chair with a gloomy expression.