New Times Inn

    That inn...is that supposed to be here?

    Liu Qingshuang raised her head and looked at the inn without a sign.

    He was holding a thin horse in his hand, and the guy in the inn came out and took the horse away for him.

    Not Li Guxing…

    That should be the owner of Life and Death Villa.

    No one knows why the owner of Life and Death Villa is a running hall here, but the owner of Life and Death Villa has always been neutral in the rivers and lakes, just like the feeling of this inn.

    The premise is that the recent rumors in the arena are not true.

    Liu Qingshuang stepped into the inn and caught sight of the ordinary-looking, but clean and tidy interior of the inn.

    On the surface, this inn doesn't look very luxurious, and it is not even comparable to another inn that Liu Qingshuang had seen when she came, but there were many people inside, and it seemed that it was always lively and lively.

    The shopkeeper seldom comes down, should she still be upstairs now? Liu Qingshuang thought to himself.

    A few days ago, he told his friends that he would only go to the Wuming Inn if he had a fate. Who would have thought that he would already be here today.

    "Li Qi!" Just as he was thinking about it, a young, cute child like a doll flew past the inn, and he kept shouting "Li Qi!" With the name "Seven", many people who were eating around secretly stopped their movements and looked over there.

    Liu Qingshuang is also one who looks in the past.

    "The shopkeeper wants to have porridge today, with some side dishes." The child put his head in the ear of a person who was cleaning dishes and chopsticks in the corner.

    "Are you eating porridge again?" The man hesitated for a while, but nodded, "I see."

    The voices of the two people were not loud in this noisy inn where people came and went, and they were even just whispering, but they couldn't hold back so many guys with amazing ears.

    Eating porridge? Liu Qingshuang frowned slightly.

    It's noon now, and I still eat porridge at this hour, isn't it too easy to feel full?

    The words of the two guys disappeared into the air without a sound, and the people around were still lively, as if they didn't hear any conversation between them.

    After a while, the child brought out a tray from the back and walked up. The tray was covered with a lid. Despite this, Liu Qingshuang could still see that the tray was very small and contained nothing.

    —It’s just a bowl of porridge and a bowl of pickles.

    Liu Qingshuang's heart moved slightly.

    Before he came, he had never believed that what happened a few days ago was the hand of the shopkeeper.

    However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a little doubt in his heart.

    Is the shopkeeper really injured? Otherwise, how can you eat this kind of thing.

    He didn't make a sound, just ordered a few dishes at random and sat down.

    Although Liu Qingshuang didn't make a sound, just as he sat down for a while, many people secretly cast their eyes on him.

    Everyone knows that Liu Qingshuang is a man as beautiful as a woman, just like Wei Jie, who was watched and killed back then.

    In front of Liu Qingshuang, there were also four kinds of vegetarian dishes and a bowl of white porridge.

    Anyone who is familiar with Liu Qingshuang knows that his taste is light and his favorite dishes are vegetarian dishes. Even his friends who come to treat him will prepare him a few dishes that are not dirty.

    But there is something that a monk can't touch, he is indispensable.

    Liu Qingshuang glanced at the jug on her table.

    Being a fairy is not a happy life. He drank the wine, and there was an interesting smile on his mouth.

    At the very least, the gods can't experience the fun of making wine with this rolling red dust.

    I have to see the shopkeeper's side for a while, after all, he still has important things to do this time.

    If you can see this shopkeeper, maybe you can also see what kind of character she is?

    …

    Feng Qing is lying upstairs.

    She has been lying down for three days.

    There is no way to describe the pain, she felt pain even lying down.

      posture.

    Slightly sideways, it won't be so painful, Feng Qing can even forget that he has hemorrhoids after playing with his mobile phone.

    But never take her phone away.

    "No, this time it's aggressive, I always feel that something is not right. Should I go to the hospital for a knife?" Feng Qing thought to himself.

    The fact that she has always been most worried is that the hemorrhoids are so severe that they need to be operated on. This worry makes her interest in playing mobile phones a little less, and she can't help but start browsing Search for [the procedure of hemorrhoid surgery].

    …How is this object called the lunar probe that looks like a fence used?

    Why do you need a hook knife and a machete for hemorrhoid surgery?

    The thing that looks like a soldering iron no matter how you look, shouldn't it be the way she imagined it to be used?

    Feng Qing brushed and brushed, and suddenly her face turned ashes.

    She let out a long sigh, got up with difficulty, and started to drink the porridge that Chu Changzui just brought.

    Well, it's so bland.

    Feng Qing thought with a look of melancholy.

    After eating the porridge for the past few days, Feng Qing immediately felt that she had lost weight. She looked in the mirror this morning and imagined that her face had become smaller again.

    She felt a little pain, so she turned on the monitor and took a look, wanting to see what the guests below were eating, and tortured herself.

    As soon as the monitoring was turned on, Feng Qing saw a person whose aura was obviously different from the surrounding.

    When she saw this person, she sat up all of a sudden, as if she had forgotten the pain in her body, and stared straight at him.

    I am going, so handsome.

    Wait, is this man a woman?

    Feng Qing couldn't tell the charm of this person, she felt a different feeling at a glance, but she quickly realized the true gender of this person.

    Although he looks very beautiful, his actions are full of chivalry, and he looks quite wild and uninhibited, and instantly hit Feng Qing's heart.

    She stared at it carefully for a long time, and then fell down uncontrollably.

    It still hurts.

    Feng Qing touched an artifact on the head of his bed—a ointment called Ma Yinglong, and sighed slightly.

    She squeezed out the "beep-", then "beep-" on the "beep-beep", and finally "beep-".

    Afterwards, a refreshing smile appeared on Feng Qing's face.

    Wait, that's weird.

    Feng Qing, who had just finished relaxing, picked up her phone and flipped through it again, her eyes suddenly focused on the meal in front of the handsome guy.

    Is this dish for rabbits?

    This person not only looks very strange, but also eats strange food. Feng Qing's restaurant has been open for so long, and I have never seen anyone come to their inn with this kind of menu.

    In fact, if it was normal, Feng Qing would have a slight sense of admiration for this kind of person.

    The masters in the temple who seem to be very pure and desireless are also vegetarians, why didn't they say that they must eat two pig trotters every day?

    However, Feng Qing, who had just suffered a few days of torture, couldn't help but start to consider another possibility.

    …patients?

    As she thought, she picked up the 2L large bottle of sugar-free cola beside the pillow, and took several big mouthfuls.

    This is the only consolation in her recent life. She can basically finish a bottle every day, and the feeling of bubbles will give her a sense of excitement.

    But this thing has to be drunk secretly.

    She secretly read novels before the college entrance examination, her mother never saw her with that kind of eyes, and she always felt a little inexplicable guilt when she read Feng Qing.

    "Did the shopkeeper secretly drink again?" In the back kitchen, An Huo Shaxi said nervously.

    The guys from other inns are gathered here, and for some reason, Bai Yaner is also there.

    Several people formed a circle, each with a heavy expression, as if something had happened to the sky, Chu Changzui nodded, "Yes."

    "When I just went upstairs, I saw the shopkeeper still drinking."

    "Who can persuade her?" Feng Xiruo sighed and scratched her hair.

    "How do you persuade, do you persuade?" Chu Changzui, who was clearly a child, but inexplicably stern, leaned against the door with a serious look at Feng Xiruo "With the shopkeeper's temper, who do you think can persuade her?"

    "It really doesn't work..." At this moment, everyone in the inn suddenly heard Li Qi's voice coming from the corner.

    He didn't speak just now, which is a little bit different from his usual three sentences with the shopkeeper.

    But Li Qi's voice is extremely cold now.

    This kind of voice reminded everyone of Li Guxing who used to be a giant.

    At that moment, he didn't seem to be in the back kitchen, but on the ground of a terrifying duel.

    "It really doesn't work, I'll go and break her hand." He said coldly, "With the shopkeeper's internal strength, it won't take long for her to recover."

    Everyone in the inn leaned back for the same tactics.

    However, after speaking, Li Qi's Adam's apple rolled slightly, as if he had finally made up his mind.

    "But if I don't come back, remember to collect my body and bury me under that willow tree in our yard..."

    "Wait a minute!" The other guys at the inn saw Li Qi'er take a kitchen knife and want to go out without saying a word, and quickly stopped him.

    "It's not that it's not that it's not that..."

    "You seem to be worrying about something?" At this moment, a voice suddenly came from outside.

    "If possible, could you let me try it?"

    …

    Many people remember their first encounter with someone.

    The same is true for Liu Qingshuang.

    It can be said that his first encounter with the shopkeeper who has influenced his life is unforgettable.

    When he pushed the door in, he smelled a faint medicinal fragrance.

    This fragrance is unlike any other.

    However...this taste entered his heart at once.