After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn

Chapter 17 I also drink wine (2)

“Master…” Peiyu whispered silently with tears in her eyes.

When she thought of something, she woke up suddenly-beef, beef noodles?

“Xiao Xianchang, be hungry, I asked Xiao Er to prepare a bowl of beef noodles, and I was about to serve it for you.” After Chu Xiaotang finished speaking, he saw the child’s eyes misty, standing still on the spot. .

“Little fairy?”

Pei Yu murmured: “Master, did you kill Lao Tzu… Forget it, if Master is happy, kill it. If Master is happy, I will treat it well.”

Chu Xiaotang opened his mouth, “Huh?”

The child’s face was pale, with only a trace of crimson on his cheeks. Chu Xiaotang felt uncomfortable. He walked quickly and put his hand on her forehead, “Ah, Xiaoxian is long, you are hot!”

No wonder such nonsense.

Only then did Peiyu see that the vague figure was not her master, her complexion immediately became cold, and she shouted, “Let go!”

Chu Xiaotang shivered with fright, put his hands down and said with a smile: “I’ll get you a doctor.”

“Hold on!”

Peiyu looked at her coldly, “Where is my cow?”

Chu Xiaotang was stunned, “Tethered well in the backyard.”

Peiyu breathed a sigh of relief, “You don’t need to ask a doctor, let someone feed him some cabbage until he is full.”

Chu Xiaotang wanted to struggle, but after looking at her, he still didn’t dare to resist and nodded silently.

“Hold on!”

“Little fairy?”

Peiyu asked with a cold face, “Where is beef noodles?”

Chu Xiaotang’s lips turned up and he almost laughed. It looks fierce, but he is still a child after all.

She suppressed a smile, pointed to the desktop, and said, “Where is it?”

Peiyu couldn’t see clearly, and her eyes were vague. She fumbled and walked to the table, picked up the chopsticks, and ate the noodles in silence.

The beef noodles at this restaurant are really outstanding.

The beef was cut boldly, with a large chunk of meat and tendons. There were a few green onions on the red noodle soup, and there was a fried golden poached egg floating in it.

People can’t help but move their index fingers.

After eating the noodles, she sweated thinly on her body, and her stomach was hot. She immediately became more energetic and had a clearer vision.

Jiyue had already secretly observed the girl who was eating noodles by herself. After seeing her put down her chopsticks, she walked forward and bowed first, and then asked: “Under the saint Zhuang Jiyue, would you dare to ask the name of the senior?”

Peiyu smiled and patted her hand on the table lightly, “Senior?”

She tilted her head and said innocently, “Sister, I’m just a child.”

Ji Yue was a little surprised.

She originally admired jade, used the sky to drown the rain as the wine, and the gods as the bottle. She must be an expert in disguise. Maybe she has a special hobby to pretend to be a child.

Unexpectedly, this person tilted his head and said that he was really a child.

Why are you so mysterious as a child?

Peiyu blinked, “Sister, what’s the matter?”

Jiyue was stalked by her, paused, and then said: “Why do you…why do you want to toast with me?”

Peiyu pointed his fingers: “Play house.”

Ji Yue straightened up, still a little unresponsive, “Play house?”

At this time, a huge coercion fell from the sky, the face of the jade was white, and his hands couldn’t help but clenched the edge of the table, cold sweat rolled from his forehead.

Jiyue saw that she was like this and believed that she was really not a senior, so she secretly used her cultivation base to protect the child and spread the message with her spiritual knowledge: “Uncle Master, I am here.”

In an instant, a middle-aged man appeared in the center of the inn.

This person’s face is similar to Zhang Ru’s seven points, but his smiling eyes are now like frost and coldness.

Zhang Lilai is so fast? Peiyu lowered her head slightly, avoiding his gaze, thinking to herself.

Jiyue stepped forward and bowed respectfully, shouting: “Uncle Master.”

Zhang Li snorted and ignored her.

This is also human nature. My son is dead and his soul is still missing, and no one can be interested.

Ji Yue still maintained a bowed posture to tell Zhang Li about the blood fog.

They are separated by a barrier, Peiyu can’t hear the two talk, but can analyze one or two from their gestures and expressions.

After Zhang Li heard about the blood mist, his face became paler. Compared with the anger of the parent and child being killed, there was more panic and horror on it.

Jiyue was still neither humble nor overbearing, speaking of what she had seen in the blood fog.

Zhang Li nodded, Fang wanted to speak, and a wet figure rushed into the door hurriedly. When the man saw them, he knelt on the ground and cried: “Senior Sister, Senior Uncle!”

Zhang Li stood still in the distance, “Zhang Suishan, are you still alive?”

Zhang Suishan was in a daze, so he became more sober when he heard this, and cried: “Uncle Master, the fog, we encountered the blood fog three hundred years ago!”

Peiyu couldn’t hear them anymore, and she wanted to set up an enchantment again. She glanced at everyone in the hall under the guise of lowering her head to drink tea.

It is now night and there are not many people in the inn. Sitting in the upper right corner is a sick and weak scholar in Tsing Yi, who is dipping his finger in tea on the table and writing indiscriminately. On the third table next to him was a monk with closed eyes and folded hands, dressed in a robe, muttering to himself, mostly chanting.

The scholar turned his head to look over, and met the little girl with curious eyes. His pale lips twitched, and he squeezed a smile at the girl who thought he was kind and good-looking, but was actually a ghostly smile.

Peiyu knew this person.

Zhao Xiyuan, Zhao’s son-Zhao Hengyu. Deviated from the classics, loves ghosts alone, Momen rookie.

And that monk, called Master Tianxin, was known as the most talented young man in Buddhism for thousands of years.

but-

They are all defeated by her men.

Zhao Hengyu continued to draw strange patterns on the table with his long nails. After the last stroke was completed, he slowly raised his head and said: “Elder Zhang, the blood mist reappears in the world, and it is related to the survival of the world. Why should the elders hide them privately? ”

Zhang Li sneered and shouted: “What are you? You are also worthy to speak in front of me.”

Zhao Hengyu lowered his head, gently scratching his long nails on the wooden table, making an unpleasant “hissing” sound.

He said: “I am really not a thing, elders can be regarded as a thing.”

Zhang Li’s expression changed, and he always felt that this sentence was a bit strange.

Peiyu thought, now that Zhao Hengyu is a disciple of Momen, there must be a good show later. Momen is good at making ghosts, and is often reprimanded by the saint Zhuang as “incorrect”, and his interest in blood fog falls within reason.

She wanted to sit still and watch the play, but her sight was blocked.

Chu Xiaotang had a few small pieces of cabbage leaves on his body, and sat in front of Peiyu, shouting: “Xiao Xianchang, your cow is amazing, just like a human, I have to pick the heart of the cabbage for it! Eat meat!”

“Xiaoxianchang?” Master Tianxin suddenly opened his eyes and asked with a smile, “Isn’t Xiaoxianchang from whom?”

As soon as the voice fell, the eyes of those people turned towards Peiyu. Chu Xiaotang also seemed to realize that something was wrong, so he glanced at the child nervously, and secretly moved a few steps aside.

Does Buddhism want to come here too? Or, want to drag the lone mountain into the water.

Peiyu hung her head and looked timid.

But what does the blood mist, Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism and Momo have to do with her?

She is just a weak, poor and helpless child.