Feeding humans, she's serious

Hearing this description, Gu Fanyin and Ning Zhi looked at each other.

Ning Zhi asked: "Does she have any characteristics? For example..."

"A sword at the waist?"

The waiter in the shop waved his hands, his eyes were almost fixed on the silver ingot: "Oh, I just heard other people talk about it, how could I know such a detailed story."

Gu Fanyin casually put the silver ingot on the table, motioned the waiter to leave, and then sighed: "It seems that the girl Qian Qiuxue has been plotted by the city lord's mansion."

Ning Zhi glanced at her: "Then why don't you save people?"

Gu Fanyin: "Then you have to finish eating."

After finishing speaking, he buckled the table, not too worried: "Now, the young city lord should not care about those love affairs."

At this time, as Gu Fanyin expected, the City Lord's Mansion located in Fuyue City has indeed exploded.

"My son... who did this!"

The old city lord ran up to the group of people with a worried expression on his face, his cloudy eyes fell on the young city lord being supported by others, and his beard almost stood up in anger.

One side is angry, and the other side is worry.

"Father..." The young city lord raised his head with a pig's face, without mentioning his fault at all, instead he complained skillfully: "A monk came to Chunhua Inn! It's like deceiving me that there is no one in Fuyue City!"

"What?" Hearing the completely unexpected words, the old city lord turned pale with shock, and immediately looked at Qian Fu, who was walking hard beside him, with a gloomy tone: "Master Qian Fu also..."

"It's just some dirty tricks. If it's really upright, how can the old man lose to the two yellow-mouthed children?"

Qian Fu forcibly held back the severe pain in his body. He was used to standing in a high position, and he knew in his heart that the old city lord was unreliable.

If this old man really knew the truth, he might be the first one to be abandoned, Qian Fu!
"As for the master, you can't even break the door..."

The young city lord was not used to his temper, and the humiliation he received was like a fire, which made him lose his mind: "They..."

"Snapped!"

"father--!"

Before he could say even more impolite words, the old city lord reluctantly slapped him.

This palm was so hard that after the sound, even the palm of his hand was flushed red.

The old city lord looked worried, and directly pressed him and the master Qian Fu beside him to apologize: "You scoundrel, you dare to make a mistake in front of the master!"

After admonishing his son, the old city lord raised his hand and patted Qian Fu's shoulder, and changed his face again: "Master Qian Fu, we all know the contribution you made to our Fuyue City... This brat is not Sensible, don't take it to heart."

Having said that, on the face of the old city master, he is not very concealed.

Qian Fu held back his anger and nodded, with the corners of his eyes slightly open, looking at the young city master with a warning: "The young city master is naturally a young man. Although he is not as good as those sect disciples, he may not be without luck."

As soon as these words came out, the man who forced his smile became the old city lord. He raised his sleeves and coughed dryly, and directly asked his servants to give him money and lie down to rest.

After the person left, he slowly raised his hand to touch the young city lord's red and swollen cheek.

"My son is suffering," he sighed, with undisguised cruelty in his eyes, "The little doctor has already prepared the medicine, time is running out, we will meet that foreign swordsman today. "

"It's just a woman, when I get her spiritual root, hmph..."

"Father!" Miss Su, who was trying to reduce her sense of existence, couldn't help it. As soon as Qian Fu left, she lost her escape and was forced to look up to face this father who never took her seriously.

"Su Nan, it's you—" the old city lord narrowed his eyes, and took two steps in her direction. At first glance, he looked kindly: "These days, where have you been fooling around again?"

"Snapped--"

Slapping down harder than before, Sunan's pupils widened, subconsciously trying to hide, but suddenly remembering the surrounding environment, he held back.

Opening his eyes wide, he took the slap hard.

Sunan was beaten to the side of his head, his eyes were red, but he didn't shed a tear.

"I didn't even pay attention to the safety of my younger brother. I'm afraid my city lord's mansion won't be able to accommodate you!"

"Father..." Sunan covered his hot face, his big eyes slowly lowered, silent, as if he wanted to engrave him in his heart.

The City Lord's Mansion has been a very indifferent place since she could remember. This point, no matter how many years have passed, has never changed.

Sunan watched helplessly as the father and son walked into the house while talking, while she stood alone, like a complete outsider.

"Miss Su... wipe it off."

Someone next to him handed over a handkerchief, Sunan was slightly startled, turned his head, and saw the guard of the City Lord's Mansion.

Sunan didn't remember such a person. She didn't take the veil. The rough-faced guard buckled his waist badge and explained to himself: "Miss Su probably doesn't remember me...but I will remember Miss Su. If Miss Su hadn’t given my mother a steamed bun a few years ago, I would have died long ago.”

"The snow fell a lot in the past two years..."

The guard left after speaking. The veil was placed in the palm of his hand. Its material was not good. Sunan slowly gathered his fingers, as if a piece of his heart had been dug out deeply, and his eyes were full of struggling emptiness.

She tucked the handkerchief into her waist, and just about to catch up with the man's pace, when she raised her head, she met the condescending gaze of the Young City Lord.

Contempt, ridicule, and deep malice.

Sunan wanted to vomit, so he turned around with strength and ran out from the other direction.

Hold on, it will be over soon——

Sunan ran through the dark alley, the handkerchief around her waist seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, she leaned against an empty corner, and closed her eyes wearily.

On the other side, Gu Fanyin and Ning Zhi also rushed outside the City Lord's Mansion.

The City Lord's Mansion was suddenly more heavily guarded. Gu Fanyin stood in a secret place, squinting at the number of guards several times more, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

"It seems that they are doing something wrong." Ning Zhi showed a hint of ruthlessness, and fixed his eyes on the person squatting in a remote corner, "That person... the clothes are incompatible with this place."

Being pointed out directly, Gu Fanyin also looked over.

It was a very small boy, compared to the dead silence or arrogance of the City Lord's Mansion, his clothes were too fresh.

Wearing a green robe, he was tucked in the corner like a small ball, his long hair hanging down covered his eyebrows and eyes, and when the wind blew, a fallen leaf fell on his shoulder.

"Yeah—"

He was stunned by the wind, and couldn't help raising his head, just avoiding the long hair that blocked his vision.

The two people watching in the dark could see clearly that what the young man was holding in his hand were clearly some medicinal herbs.

"That's..." Gu Fanyin felt that something was wrong.

Ning Zhi answered with a sneer on his lips: "That's a doctor."