Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 159 Crash
Yang Yan suddenly faced a choice.

He could hide and wait for other waiters to serve the old man a normal bottle of wine, but then he might drink it all again quickly, and Pei Ye would not be able to come back in time.

When he looked at the menu before, he knew that the other party had only ordered two bottles of wine and would probably leave after finishing the drink.

He could also find a way to deliver the drugged pot in front of him - although he would no longer take action, the diarrhea could still be delayed for quite some time.

But in that case, the other party's reaction after drinking this pot of wine is unpredictable, and he will have to adapt to the situation.

Perhaps there were too many guests today, and the waiters were a little short on manpower. The old man looked around and found no one to receive him.He stood up and looked for Qing Yi.

Yang Yan's heart tightened, and she immediately hid behind the pillar, lowering her head and pretending to be busy.

After being so quiet for a few breaths, he tentatively raised his eyes and glanced over there, and saw that a waiter in green clothes had walked up, chatted with the old man for a few words, and then walked quickly this way.

Yang Yan wrapped the sword deep in her clothes again.

"What's going on? Why don't you serve the guests wine?" Qing Yi came over and frowned and whispered.

Knowing that the old man might be looking this way, and his behavior at this time must not appear sneaky, Yang Yan moved a few steps into the shadows, turned his back to the light, and frowned: "How do I know? As soon as I came over, I saw the wine on the Here, the person serving the wine has gone somewhere."

"What do you do?"

"I'm from the seventh floor."

"The waiter on this floor should be Zhang Erquan. Where are the others?"

"Ah, it's him! He was just harassed by a customer. The customer asked him to bring two nurses up, but they both jumped down."

"What a mess." Qing Yi frowned, "Hurry up and give this to the guests."

Yang Yan pressed her abdomen: "No, no - my stomach is very upset and I am about to go to the toilet. Please take me there first."

"I--"

Without waiting for the other party to take a closer look, Yang Yan bent down and walked quickly towards the corridor, leaving behind a sentence: "It's about carrying a plate, go quickly."

Qing Yi lowered his head and glanced at the tray on the table. He was also busy queuing up, but this was not the time to be delayed, so he had to curse secretly and send the tray respectfully.

Bowang Garden is really busy today.

Yang Yan entered the bathroom. Everyone in the building was busy at this time. It was too suspicious to stand idle, so she simply hid in it and never went out.

He sniffed his nose - he just discovered that there was a strange smell in the toilet.

He drew out his dagger and took aim. His energy climbed onto the blade and silently dug a small hole in the wooden wall.

Looking through the hole, Qing Yi had put down the wine for the old man, bowed and left.The old man poured out a small cup as usual. Yang Yan held her breath and watched him raise his head and drink slowly.

The old man put down the cup, paused for a while, and stopped moving.

Spotted?
Yang Yan clenched the dagger in her hand, sweat dripping from her palms.

However, the old man didn't make any reaction. He picked up the pot and poured out another cup. He sprinkled two petals into the cup and continued to drink with his head raised.The old man didn't reveal anything unusual until he seemed to have finished the bottle of wine.

But logically speaking, the effects of the medicine should have already taken effect.

Yang Yan frowned nervously and observed. Finally, he saw the old man standing up with his stick.

Yang Yan immediately looked away from the small hole, and the sword in his hand began to gain momentum at the same time.

Are you coming?
He sat down and pretended to be an ordinary person going to the toilet, but his sword was not loose at all.

But after waiting for a while, no footsteps were heard.

According to the pace the old man walked when he came in, he should have covered this distance.Yang Yan frowned, stood up lightly, and carefully looked through the small hole again - he didn't see that figure at all.

There was no one on the way here, and the table was empty and nowhere to be seen.

Yang Yan's heart tightened, and when she looked again, she saw a piece of cloak disappearing at the entrance of the stairs going downstairs.

He went straight away!

Yang Yan immediately rushed out of the bathroom and chased him down the narrow stairs for the waiters. Once he reached the fourth floor, he felt relieved - the figure was walking evenly on the corridor at the other end.

what happened?Do laxatives not work at all?

Yang Yan didn't think so. He clearly saw the old man drinking two bottles of wine in order, and the master had "praised" the efficacy of this medicine more than once.

So it's not useless, but the old man is using his true energy to contain it.

A warrior can use his true energy to control his own body to an incredible level. For such discomfort as a stomachache, the old man would not have any problem walking back and doing the cross again.

But why should he restrain it?
Maybe he doesn't like the toilet here, maybe he has realized that someone did it deliberately.

When she realized this, Yang Yan felt nervous and relaxed at the same time.

I was nervous because I had to find a way to stop him, and relaxed because what Pei Ye said before leaving seemed to be verified - they were not assassinating, but eliminating evil.When this person realized that he might be targeted, he did not dare to show off, but planned to leave as if nothing had happened.

He was also very nervous!

In an instant, Yang Yan's confidence doubled. Although he was also a shameful fugitive, the enemy was open and we were hidden. All he had to do was yell "The murderer is here" and he would be targeted more. He only had to find an opportunity to leave. Can.

This strategy is much simpler and safer than facing a powerful enemy alone.

The young man realized something more clearly in his heart, thinking that he was abandoned by heaven and earth, and walking alone at night was not a kind of stupidity and arrogance. A hero can overcome difficulties alone, and Lao Gen can easily take advantage of the situation. No matter what the situation is, even if there is no way out, he should work hard. Find helpers who have the same purpose for the time being.

In the time since it happened, he's been learning something new every day.

Thinking in her mind that the old man on the other side had gone down to the third floor, Yang Yan made a plan in her mind - she would not go down again when she reached the third floor. When the old man came out of the building, she would stand on the third floor and point at him. Speak up.

At this time, he turned his head and glanced downstairs. There were groups of people in the garden. Many of them could tell at a glance that someone with martial arts skills was involved.

Yang Yan made a decision in her mind and continued down the narrow stairs to the third floor. Halfway down, she could already see the situation on the third floor. She immediately looked towards the corridor over there to see the old man - she didn't see him.

Yang Yan's figure suddenly seemed to be pinned down. He quickly searched the hall, and his body had tensed up as if he had gone through the dangerous situation. His hand unconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword, and a majestic wave had accumulated in it.

This action saved him.

Yang Yan's eyes swept across the hall from right to left. Suddenly, he realized something and slowly lowered his head stiffly.

look.

An old man in a cloak was standing under the stairs, looking up at him.

This is a fair and pampered face, not the look of martial arts practitioners who are often exposed to wind and sun. The fine wrinkles on this face are like tiny ripples on a silk scarf.

His nose is high and his lips are thick, and his eyes are slightly larger and smaller, like a white-faced weasel.

Seeing Yang Yan lowering her head stiffly, the corners of his mouth curved.

He didn't want to escape, but to lure out the person who was secretly spying on him!Without any time to think, Yang Yan immediately burst out with the sword in her hand.

He made an absolutely correct decision - the sword was not directed at the old man in front of him, but instead hit the wall beside him.
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In Bowang Garden, thin threads hang down from the sky like weaving.

The number of guests coming down from the viewing platform became increasingly rare and almost all of them had dispersed. The figures of two young men slowly came down the stairs, one well-proportioned and the other slender.

"I thought about it and decided not to worry about tomorrow. You can go back today." Xiao Qiu looked at the silent young man beside him, his head lowered and silent. His shoulders were hanging down like paper wetted by the rain.

"I'll stay here and keep an eye on him. I'll leave early when I go back. The whole journey will be official."

Zheng Dong was silent for a while and whispered: "I haven't competed yet."

"What kind of martial arts competition is there?!" Xiao Qiu frowned and shouted, "You want to cause trouble in a martial arts competition?!"

"I want to stay here to compete in martial arts." Zheng Dong lowered his head and repeated, his voice muffled and hard, "I'm not afraid of those idiots."

He held the bright feather in his hand, the rain-wet green reflected in his eyes, and the girl's brisk "I wish you good luck in the martial arts competition!" ringing in his ears.

Xiao Qiu's anger seemed to be ignited. He tried his best to suppress it: "Am I fucking afraid?! You have no father and no mother, and Aunt Zhang is pulling you so hard, why don't you provide for her until the end of her life?!"

He looked at Cuiyu in the young man's hand, and his anger surged up again. He grabbed Zheng Dong's collar: "What the hell are you thinking about all day long?! If you die, Li Mingqing will fall for you." Can two tears make you so beautiful? Do you know how many tears Aunt Zhang will shed?!"

Zheng Dong's face suddenly turned red, and he took Xiao Qiu's hand away: "I didn't think so!!"

There was also some real anger in his eyes.

The two of them stood in the shadow of the trees under the wind viewing platform, looking at each other's expressions of loss of control.

Zheng Dong lowered his head first: "I don't miss my second brother that much. How can I be worthy of having those thoughts about Miss Li?"

"Then what are you thinking?" Xiao Qiu looked at him, "Watching Cuiyu Sword Sect decline, watching Li Mingqing bear the responsibility alone, you can't bear it?"

Zheng Dong was silent and raised a pair of red eyes.

"Okay, okay." Xiao Qiu lowered his head and seemed to be smiling, angry or sighing, "Second brother really underestimated you."

But he raised his head, his brows still furrowed: "But do you know your own worth? Zheng Dong - Li Mingqing can kill you without using his sword. Does he need your help?"

"Anyway, there is always something we can do." The young man whispered.

"You are a dog, Zheng Dong."

"." Zheng Dong looked at him with a pale face.

But Xiao Qiu's face was calm and his tone was calm. He was not insulting, but making a statement, and these words really made Zheng Dong's lips tremble.

"You are not a wolf, let alone a tiger or leopard. A dog can only stand in front of a strong enough master." Xiao Qiu said slowly, "You have been playing this role for two years. Now, do you know what a bereaved dog is?"

"." Zheng Dong looked at the second brother blankly.

He grew up with him, and he always got more love from him than his majestic elder brother. He took him to practice martial arts and have fun together during his youth, until he came to Zhoucheng to hang out and contracted many bad habits. .

Now the two of them have not been getting along every day for nearly two years, but he still sees through him at a glance.

"I actually can't bear it, but Zheng Shou is Zheng Shou, Cui Yu is Cui Yu." Xiao Qiu lowered his eyebrows and sighed, then suddenly changed the subject, "Have you noticed Zhang Junxue?"

"."

"Do you know why she bought this pill? What is she going to do?"

Zheng Dong looked at this second brother with blank eyes.

"Shang Huaitong is right, you are still an immature child." Xiao Qiu sighed. When the name was mentioned, the young man in front of him gritted his teeth and stared. Xiao Qiu turned a blind eye and continued softly, "Second brother, I have no objection to your help." Cuiyu, I am also very happy that you can value love and righteousness. But you have to really grow up first - you are five or six years older than the boy named Pei, but how different is your mentality from others? Or can you do that? Zhang Junxue was so brave and brave, even my second brother would be proud of you even if he died."

Zheng Dong's eyes became redder and redder.

"But now, let's go back first."

Xiao Qiu patted his shoulder and said warmly.

Zheng Dong pursed his lips for a long time, his throat moved, he wiped his eyes, and finally nodded, unable to say a word.

He glanced at the feather in his hand, took off the small leather box on his waist and put it in. There was also a longer and old feather inside, the color of which was already dim.

He took it out unconsciously and took a look at it. There were also engravings on it, but it was very careless and unsigned.

Zheng Dong turned it over unconsciously in his hand and put it back blankly.

"Let's go." Xiao Qiu sighed, "Actually, if you can listen to these words and think about it more seriously, it won't be so important whether you go back or not - Qijiaodong is building a memorial arch for a famous and upright family."

Zheng Dong nodded.

"Let's go, let's—"

His words were drowned, and amid the patter of rain, a loud explosion exploded from Zhuoyue Tower.

The two of them suddenly looked up in shock. The rain of broken wood exploded on the wall of the building, and among the flying wood and broken pillars, a green-clothed swallow broke out of the wall.

"What." Zheng Dong was stunned.

"Don't worry." Xiao Qiu frowned and held his arm. With just one glance, he could see that this man's strength was firmly above him, "Let's go."

The two of them moved away from the noisy and screaming crowd. However, not far away, Zheng Dong, who had been turning his head to pay attention, suddenly exclaimed: "Miss Li!"

He stopped and subconsciously turned around and ran.

Xiao Qiu grabbed him, frowned and looked back, pressed his sword and said: "I'll go! You go back to the carriage first!"

"I'll be right here waiting for you."
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Yang Yan broke through the wall and came out.

The opponent thrust out his staff, and the infuriating energy surged like a blizzard.

The true energy leaves the body and is born seven times.

Before this surging force, Yang Yan's heart seemed to be tightly clenched. When he flew out of the building, he glanced back and saw that the entire staircase had been cut into pieces.

If he had carried out his original plan, he would have lost his life at this time.

"The murderer is here!" he roared, "Please help me, all the righteous men!"

After leaving the building, he did not fall into the crowd in a hurry. Instead, he stepped on the wall of the building and jumped upwards the moment he was out of sight of the old man.

But this little trick of retaliation had no effect at all. The next moment, the old man's slender face appeared in front of him.

The information revealed in this face was very clear. The old man had no other purpose for him. He wanted to kill him without capturing him alive without questioning him - maybe he had recognized his origins.

The old man behind him pounced on him like a liger. Yang Yan flew in the air and glanced downstairs.There were many faces in the garden looking up, some were frightened, confused, frowning, or calm, but they all stood where they were, and no one jumped up.

(End of this chapter)