Chapter 308

The nine people were confused. At first they thought it was the archer who invited the person, but after listening, it was not the case.

Wusheng Old Mother smiled and put away her purse, leaning down to pick up the tea bowl. But as if she remembered something, she straightened up and asked: "Stall owner, when did that person ask you to come?"

"This morning, when it was just dawn." The old man confessed.

It was not the archer. He stayed alone this morning. How could he have the time? Wusheng Old Mother's face darkened. She didn't even want to drink tea. She just wanted to leave quickly.

She apologized softly: "Stall owner, we do have important things to do and can't delay for a moment. Let's not drink the tea. Please express my gratitude to that person on my behalf."

"Forgive me, forgive me."

The old man didn't try to persuade him to stay. Anyway, he would get silver whether he drank or not. It was better for them not to drink, and they could all stay for him to drink.

Thinking of this, he smiled naively, "It's okay, just go your way, auntie."

"Thank you for your understanding." Wusheng's mother said.

She hurriedly walked out of the tea stall and raised her eyebrows to signal them to hurry up.

The others understood and walked forward, but before they took the second step, a voice came from behind, "You are so arrogant, I took the trouble to invite you to drink tea and see you off, but you don't appreciate it at all, it really makes someone feel cold!"

Everyone paused and heard that it was not the old man's voice. Combined with what the voice said, it was the person who invited them to drink tea.

They all turned around and saw a man fanning himself and walking slowly towards them.

The stall owner saw the face of the visitor clearly, put down the teapot in a hurry, and said with a smile: "Sir, I have poured hot tea for you, but they didn't drink it. Don't blame me."

"Nothing." The man threw out a small ingot of silver and said softly: "They don't appreciate it, it's not that you didn't do your best. Here are ten taels of silver. You go first, I will persuade them."

"Okay, thank you, sir!"

The old man held the silver and smiled happily. The man warned: "Go away, old man, stay away."

"Got it." The old man turned around and ran without saying anything, and didn't even want the tea stall. Anyway, with the deposit, fifteen taels of silver were in hand, and the small tea stall was given to the man.

Putting away the fan and sitting down, the man poured himself a cup of tea and drank it. After tasting it carefully, he asked in confusion: "This tea is good, it quenches thirst and tastes delicious. Why don't you want to drink it?"

"I don't want you to pay."

The nine people looked at the man, their faces were all solemn. It was Wusheng's mother who stepped forward, and Wuji's mother and Qi Laogui protected the other six behind her.

Walking three steps away from the man, Wusheng's mother looked at him carefully and thought about it, and confirmed that she didn't know the man. Then why did he insist on inviting her group to drink tea?

With doubts, he tried: "This young man, I don't know you, why do you insist on inviting me to drink tea?"

"I just want to invite you to drink. Why, is it not okay?"

"Young master, are you forcing others?"

"Hehe, it's really funny, what's so difficult about drinking a cup of tea? Could it be that you look down on me?"

The man's eyes were calm, his face was calm, and even his tone was very calm, as if he was talking about something ordinary.

But Wusheng Old Mother heard a hint of threat from the words. Her eyebrows were twisted together, her eyes flashed, and she kept observing the man's every move, sensing whether there was any fluctuation of true energy in the man.

Unfortunately, there was nothing, not even a single fluctuation was found. The less she found, the more solemn her eyes became. She would not think that the person who dared to block the road casually would be a domineering young man with no cultivation.

"Young Master, you are joking. We don't know each other. How dare we drink your tea? When you go out, you always need to be careful."

Unexpectedly, after the words were finished, the man laughed, "Hahaha, the old woman is really good at joking. At your age, why would I harm you?"

"Besides, we don't know each other, why would I harm you? For your money? That's too low-class!"

The man looked relaxed as he spread out his fan and shook it gently.

And Wusheng Old Mother's face became more and more solemn. She stood there, not knowing whether to pick up the tea bowl or not.

He told her that there was definitely nothing wrong with the tea, but he also told her that there must be something wrong with the man in front of her.

"I appreciate your kindness, sir. But I am in a hurry to get on the road, so I won't drink it. If we are lucky next time, I will definitely not spoil your fun."

She turned around and wanted to leave, but the man behind her suddenly put away his fan and snorted: "If you don't spoil my fun next time, why do you have to spoil my fun this time?"

"I think you did it on purpose!"

The actor walked around the angry old ghost a few steps away, walked to the tea stall, picked up the tea bowl and drank it all. Wiping his mouth, he put down the empty bowl and said angrily: "I drank your tea, so this didn't spoil your fun, did it? We..."

Before the word "leave" came out, a white light flashed, and a head flew high. The owner of the head was the actor.

The man stood up, closed his fan and said angrily: "This is the tea I invited the old lady to drink. How dare you grab it? You are so unruly!"

"You deserve to be killed!"

The other eight people were stunned. They didn't see clearly how the man moved his hands. They only saw a white light.

Wu Sheng's mother turned her head, her eyes were fierce, and she asked: "Who are you? Jinyiwei or someone in the palace?"

At this point, no matter how stupid she was, she could see that her group's identity had been exposed, and the man was here to kill them.

"I'm here, Jin Yiwei Qinglong." The man bowed his hands. If I hadn't seen him killing people, I would have thought he was a gentle and gentle young man.

Jinyiwei? Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and their eyes looked at Qinglong with fierce murderous intent. If it weren't for Jin Yiwei, why would they have ended up like this?

Especially the scholar, the light emanating from his eyes seemed to be eating the green dragon alive.

"I've already said it, the things you mentioned have nothing to do with us! Why bother holding on to it?" Wu Sheng's old mother said angrily.

But Qinglong's expression was as usual, it didn't matter whether it was relevant or not, he didn't even want to know what it was. The mission he received was to kill people, not to investigate crimes.

"It's not up to you whether it's relevant or not. But, I don't care about that either."

After uttering a few words, the majestic and vast Qi in his body gradually rose. He pointed at the eight people with his fan and said: "I just want to treat you to a bowl of tea, but you don't even give me the face. In this case, Then only good people will do it to the end and send you on your way!"

Looking for trouble, right? Why are you, a little grandmaster, so arrogant? Didn’t you see that we have three little masters?

With anger in their eyes, several people circulated their Qi and rushed towards Qinglong. In the blink of an eye, the sounds of fighting and shouting were heard, accompanied by the fluctuations of zhenqi.

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