New Times Inn

    Feng Qing has been listening to books for several days recently, mainly to inquire about Li Guxing.

    She heard a bit of news vaguely - it is said that the one who saved the swordsman was a kind senior.

    The senior saw that Li Guxing was seriously injured, so he rescued Li Guxing, not only that, but the senior also deterred those who wanted to kill Li Guxing...

    "Really?"

    The first time Feng Qing heard this story, she felt incredible.

    After all... She didn't understand anything else in the past few days, but she understood one thing, Li Guxing probably provoked 50% of the people in the arena.

    The person who can save Li Guxing in this situation...

    …

    [It is true love, it must be true love. 】

    —This is Feng Qing's reply in a forum that he used to mix with.

    [Hey, can you be serious. 】Feng Qing typed below, 【I really love you. 】

    【Then you give us a different explanation! 】

    It doesn't seem to be.

      】Another person replied.

      】

    Feng Qing propped her chin, thinking that it was a mistake to find this group of people to inquire about things.

    Of course.

    In fact, she didn't intend to ask this group of people for a serious answer.

    As for why there are so many people replying under this post, I also need to talk about Feng Qing just crossing over.

    —On that day, Feng Qing suddenly encountered a major event in her life, and she wanted to share.

    But she can't tell her parents, she can't tell her friends, and she can't tell the boss. In short, she can't speak to these familiar people, but if she doesn't speak again, she will really be suffocated.

    So, she suddenly thought of this forum where she often waters.

    In this forum, there have been posts that someone shared that they met an alien, and there were also posts that someone shared that they had become a magical girl.

    Anyway, no matter what kind of people, speaking here is extremely normal, they will only be regarded as secondary diseases.

    Feng Qing thought about it and guessed that he was no exception.

    The title she made at that time was: [Shock! After crossing into the world of martial arts, I became an innkeeper! 】

      Just a way to vent.

    She didn't dare to contact any acquaintances, for fear of hearing some bad news, so she kept holding a sullen anger in her heart, but she didn't need to think so much about posting online.

    After posting this title that night, Feng Qing began to wait for the stupid netizens to pick up the words. She was not worried at all about her current situation being exposed. No one will believe it.

    Sure.

    In the beginning, no one read Feng Qing's post at all. After all, everyone knows that the onset of secondary disease is quite chaotic, so let him pass it smoothly.

    Only later Feng Qing suddenly mentioned Li Guxing in the post on a whim, and then her post suddenly exploded.

    In short, Feng Qing became popular entirely by virtue of Li Guxing's personal charm.

    Feng Qing is a person with poor writing. What he writes is limited to the smoothness of sentences. He only scored 40 points in the college entrance examination composition.

    She never dreamed that she would one day be praised for her good writing.

    Of course, the so-called good writing is just Feng Qing telling the truth.

    It can be seen that the real good thing is not Feng Qing's writing, but the number one swordsman in the world.

    【Today is the tenth day of my journey. 】Feng Qing wrote in the post, 【Speaking of which, I ate and slept every day these few days, slept and ate, and felt like I was getting fat... 】

    【What does it have to do with us when you are fat, and is there a story about Li Guxing? 】

    【Oh oh oh oh! Landlord, you are here! 】

    【Ah! Husband, here I come again! 】

    [Upstairs, put on some clothes, the whole forum is watching. 】

    Li Guxing's life is simply too legendary, the legend is just to describe his experience with sloppy writing, which has already made Feng Qing quickly become famous in this forum, Known as Sister Transmigration.

    Sometimes Feng Qing also thinks this feeling is weird, like... revelry with everyone, but isolated from the world.

    What everyone cares most about is a big man like Li Guxing. In their eyes, this river and lake should be turbulent.

    In fact, Feng Qing, who broadcasts the news of the rivers and lakes to them, just hides quietly in this small inn every day, and all he sees are those who are really ordinary but ordinary in this martial arts world people.

    Alas, life is so fickle sometimes.

    【By the way, Sister Chuan, didn’t you say that you picked up a black and thin guy on the second day of Chuan? How is that lad? 】

    Perhaps it was because she saw her little dimple with a smile a few days ago, she now has a special sense of accomplishment for her little lad.

    In fact, to tell the truth, compared with Li Guxing, a hero floating in the sky, Feng Qing still prefers that quiet, never troublesome little guy.

    Even if you say it, no one will believe it.

     ] Feng Qing typed on the computer, [Didn't I find that all the things that are out of date here will be automatically corrected in the eyes of the locals, so I also taught him how to use the air conditioner, toilet, faucet, oven... I feel like if this continues, I can teach him how to use the electric kettle and rice cooker. 】

      】

    [Wait, what did you teach him to use the oven? Want to bake you something to eat? This is squeezing! 】

    [Uh, although you really trust your little fellow, once this kind of thing is exposed, I'm afraid it's not good, right? (Landlord, do you see how well I cooperated? Can you tell me more about my husband~)]

    [No. 】Feng Qing said as a matter of course, 【My buddy will never cheat on me, after all... 】

    "The shopkeeper, I just baked this, can you see this?" Li Qi suddenly came over with a plate of cookies in his hand.

    He also had some flour on his body, which was inexplicably funny on Li Qi, who was two heads taller than Feng Qing.

    Feng Qing turned his head and looked at these cookies that were just baked. Feng Qing taught Li Qi the other day according to the tutorial on his mobile phone. It happened that there were flour and icing sugar left in the kitchen. You can make pink and tender peach blossom cookies.

    At the beginning, Feng Qing tried several times, and every time she baked something strange, she didn't expect her buddy to succeed at once.

    So strong! Feng Qing suffered a huge blow in her heart. Of course, on the surface, Gu Jing Wubo picked up a biscuit and tasted it. The biscuit was baked to a crisp and crunchy texture, with sweet red bean paste in the middle.

    No matter what Feng Qing taught him, he learned it. This made Feng Qing feel very indignant,

    She felt that it was the evil ancient society that delayed this child, otherwise he would definitely have the ability to do a great job.

    Feng Qing was a little angry when she thought about it, and then the expression on her face suddenly became a little deep.

    While Feng Qing was still maintaining this expression, a voice suddenly came from her side.

    "The shopkeeper, doesn't it taste good?"

    Huh?

    Feng Qing turned her head suddenly and saw Li Qi next to her.

    Li Qi's face was still taciturn.

    Just…

    Feng Qing felt that he was depressed.

    Although Li Qi is always expressionless, but for some reason, after staying with this guy for a while, Feng Qing suddenly felt that he could understand the various emotions of this guy .

    This person is inexplicably easy to understand.

    Like now.

    Feng Qing began to hallucinate, if Li Qi has a tail now, then Feng Qing believes that the tail behind him must be vertical, and the ears on his head must be drooping, this expression suddenly It made Feng Qing feel guilty.

    Feng Qing, "!"

    "No, I don't think your cooking is bad." Feng Qing said at a loss, "I was just thinking about something, sorry."

    Yes! This guy is just that!

    A person feels guilty at every turn, what else can Feng Qing do?

    "Really?" Li Qi raised his head again.

    His expression did not fluctuate at all, but Feng Qing always felt that the inexplicable "biu" in his eyes suddenly lit up again.

    Ah, what a flash!

    Feng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, she quickly praised him with admiring words, "Really, it's so delicious!"

    Li Qi, who received the compliment, went out happily, Feng Qing turned around and sighed facing the phone.

     】Feng Qing continued with the paragraph that he had not finished, "All in all... I'll know this man after you have been with me for a long time]

    [Even if he doesn't say a word, you can guess what he's thinking, he's... so understanding 】

    …

    Just when Feng Qing was praising Li Qi wildly on the forum, Li Qi, who had just left the inn, came to a quiet alley.

    No one knew he was here.

    His footsteps echoed in this alley.

    Bee, ah…

    The speed is obviously not fast, but if you listen carefully, you will find that every interval of his footsteps seems to be the same.

    It's like a drum beat.

    The sound of this step by step is like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts.

    If there is a Jianghu person here, he will know that the cold breath is the murderous aura in the legend.

    And the murderous aura of those who escaped from the dead.

    "Come out."

    He suddenly said in a cold tone.

    A powerful aura emanated from him.

    The whole alley was suddenly silent, and the cicada, which was chirping originally, seemed to have been strangled, and suddenly lost all sound.

    ... Feng Qing, who was sitting in the room and complimenting her young man, suddenly felt cold.

    She looked out the window in surprise.

    What happened?

    Is the wind blowing on the flat ground?