The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 334 The Lord of Tianmen City

On the way to the City Lord's Mansion, Song Lanyi's anger had calmed down.

She could feel that she was dominated by emotions before, and she did not treat the Seventh Highness Yan Luo with a completely rational attitude.

But even so, she doesn't regret it.

Life is alive, how can everything be rational?
It also depends on who you are treating and what you are dealing with.

Just as he was thinking, His Highness Yan Luo San next to him suddenly put on a straight face and scolded: "Stupid!"

Song Lanyi was taken aback.

Could it be that this big brother came to avenge himself?
She secretly became vigilant, but she always felt that her thinking was wrong...

How can I be wrong...

She frowned and thought about it.

But before she could think about it deeply, she saw the Third Highness pull a long face, and said with a look of hatred for iron and steel, "It's worth your anger that Lao Qi has no brains? Make decisions before acting, aren't you Is it the pride of the human race? Why are you so careless?"

Yan Santan originally wanted to say "no brains", but because he was only meeting Song Lanyi for the first time, it would be too straightforward to say this, so he had to change his words when the words came to his lips.

After Song Lanyi listened, she was not angry, but gave Yan Sandan a weird look.

"you know me?"

Yan Santan's face changed suddenly, with a cold face, he shook his head repeatedly to deny, "I, Yan Santan, have been staying in Tianmen City all this time, how could I know you? Don't talk nonsense!"

Song Lanyi nodded and gave a meaningful "Oh".

Yan Santan only felt the blue veins on his forehead throbbing.

The more Song Lanyi was like this, the more certain he was that Song Lanyi had guessed something.

The two of them walked on in silence.

When he was about to arrive at the City Lord's Mansion, Song Lanyi suddenly chuckled and said meaningfully, "Yan Sandan, Xie Shiba... Your name is similar to the name of an old friend of mine.

Hearing these words, Yan Santan's whole body tensed up, his scalp was about to explode, and the white hairs on his back were dripping with sweat.

Suddenly, an unbelievable thought came to his mind... Song Lanyi, did she find out? !

But, he obviously didn't reveal anything?
At the moment when Yan Santan's pupils shrank suddenly, Song Lanyi keenly captured this moment.

This time, she smiled sincerely.

It was only then that Yan Santan realized belatedly, that she...followed Song Lanyi's words.

With a cold face, he pursed his lips tightly, not daring to say another word.

The idiot Xie Shiba had never told him before that this young nineteenth sister had such keen observation skills.

Speechless all the way.

When he came to the gate of the city lord's mansion, Song Lanyi looked at this ordinary ancient courtyard, which was full of desolation.

It is completely different from the palaces of the fake Emperor Fengdu in the Yin Division in the Southern Territory.

But the strange thing is, compared to those neatly piled up palaces, this small courtyard has a sense of majesty polished by time.

She stopped, turned sideways, looked at Yan Sandan, and said with a smile, "Third brother, just send it here. Eighteenth brother, I need to trouble you to take care of it."

Yan Santan was a little uncomfortable, and after a long while, he finally revealed a hint of tone, and said carefully, "Don't be too nervous, and don't play tricks..."

After a pause, he pointed to the sky, implying something, "In the eyes of the city lord, everything has been done, and there must be traces to follow. Don't try to tell lies."

Song Lanyi thinks that Yan Sandan is not a person who speaks freely.

Hearing his words, Song Lanyi's heart shuddered, and he couldn't help being a little more curious about this city lord who had never met before but had a hand and eye.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk."

The gate of the courtyard was knocked.

A gust of wind passed by, and fallen leaves seemed to be rolled up in the courtyard, and there was a rustling sound when the leaves rubbed against each other.

"Enter.",
A deep and magnetic voice sounded in Song Lanyi's ear.

The bronze green door lock of the ancient courtyard knocked, as if welcoming visitors from afar.

There was only a "squeak" sound, and the door slowly opened.

Song Lanyi walked slowly into the ancient courtyard, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a simple stone table and a stone chair stretching upwards on the wet green steps.

He saw a man with a vicissitudes of face, slightly white temples, and frosty eyebrows, sitting on a stone chair.

He was wearing a black cloak behind his back, and the sleeves under the other shoulder were hollow.

The man lowered his head, carefully touching the long knife in his hand.

He raised his head when he heard footsteps approaching from far away.

The moment he saw Song Lanyi, perhaps because the backlight was too glaring, he subconsciously squinted his eyes and sighed, "It really looks like..."

resembles?

like what?
Song Lanyi was puzzled, but he didn't show it.

According to the etiquette of the human race, she bowed to the city lord before getting up, "Human Song Lanyi, I have met the city lord of Tianmen City."

"The Lord of Tianmen City?" The man in the black cloak raised his head and let out a deep laugh from his throat.

But for some reason, Song Lanyi's ears were full of desolation.

With a long sigh, it seemed to be feeling something: "Tianmen City...in fact, it has long since disappeared."

After finishing speaking, the man in black clothes took out a pot of boiling tea from nowhere, and the white steam curled up to form a white mist.

He said peacefully, "Sit."

Although Song Lanyi didn't know the way, but out of beast instinct, he sat down obediently, and even put his hands on his knees neatly, like a well-behaved elementary school student.

Because in her opinion, the feeling that the Lord of Tianmen City brought to her was even more terrifying than the feeling of Mo Sheng in front of her.

This kind of horror does not mean that there is a feeling of landslides and landslides in an instant.

It is the tranquility before the blizzard, the silence before the volcano erupts.

There is a sense of back-to-basics that is ready to go.

The city lord filled a cup of tea, handed it to Song Lanyi, and made a "please" gesture.

The tea water is emerald green.

Song Lanyi took a light drink.

The lord of Tianmen City looked straight at Song Lanyi with his dark and deep eyes, as if he wanted to see the bottom of her heart.

He suddenly asked, "What do you think this tea...is like?"

Song Lanyi was taken aback, "Is this tea? It doesn't seem to have any taste."

Now it was the turn of the city lord, who had been calm all this time, to be stunned.

After a while, he let out a chuckle, "Throughout the ages, among the people who drank my cup of tea, there were some who were even more talented than you."

"They have all tasted this cup of tea. Some say the tea is sour and hard to swallow, some say it is bitter, and even spicy, sweet, and all the flavors of life seem to be contained in the taste of this cup of tea. But your answer is unique case."

At the end, the city lord seemed to recall the previous answer.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but bring a little smile, "How can one taste all the flavors of life? After a thousand sails are exhausted, it's better to have a glass of colorless and tasteless white water. But I have doubts. With your experience, how can you achieve this kind of taste?" A transparent state of mind?"

(End of this chapter)