The villains are all my vests

Chapter 232 Once upon a time there was a Cangming Mountain (24)

When Gu Zhihuan and Han Yue arrived at the inn, Zhao Lu was already waiting at the table.

Seeing Gu Zhihuan, Zhao Lu was a little surprised: "Why did you guys arrive before Yufeng?"

Gu Zhihuan shrugged, and took Han Yue to sit down opposite Chao Lu: "Master, if you add the word "Song Yufeng" in front of Yujian Fei, there will be no suspense about this matter."

Zhao Lu thought for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "It's because I didn't think carefully."

Han Yue picked up the kettle on the table and made Gu Zhihuan a cup of hot water.

Gu Zhihuan picked it up, "Master, I'm hungry."

Zhao Lu just wanted to order food, but as soon as he moved his right hand, his body stopped. He controlled his movements almost in embarrassment, put his right hand on his lap, and curled up slightly: "When Yufeng arrives, you can eat here , Rest early after eating, and hurry up tomorrow morning."

"Where's Master?" Gu Zhihuan looked up at him.

Zhao Lu said nonchalantly: "I have already reached the bigu realm."

The corners of Gu Zhihuan's mouth curled up.

On Cangming Mountain, even though Zhao Lu had already made a bigu, she would still sit with them in the dining hall when she went out occasionally.

But ever since the matter of Lingyun became known to everyone, Zhao Lu has been avoiding Gu Zhihuan intentionally or unintentionally.

Gu Zhihuan had a vague premonition that Zhaolu might have more things to hide from them about Lingyun.

Even this trip to the Great Suspended Realm is not as simple as a birthday banquet.

Letting out a long breath calmly, Gu Zhihuan looked at Zhao Lu motionlessly: "Master."

Chao Lu raised her head subconsciously, and met Gu Zhihuan's tense expression.

For a moment, Zhao Lu was in a trance.

When I first picked up Gu Zhihuan, he was still a childish child, but in a blink of an eye, he has already turned into a teenager.

With lowered eyebrows, it was somewhat similar to Lingyun.

"Master." Gu Zhihuan called again.

The clear and cold voice was like a thunderbolt in summer, hitting the morning dew.

Zhao Lu was startled, and he stood up hastily: "I'll go back to my room first."

"Okay." Gu Zhihuan looked at Zhao Lu's unusually pale face calmly, but didn't ask any more questions after all.

Not long after Zhao Lu left, Song Yufeng arrived panting.

Wu Xian looked relaxed and cheerful.

As if Song Yufeng's body had been hollowed out, he lay down on Gu Zhihuan's table after entering the door.

"Second Senior Brother..." Han Yue frowned slightly.

Song Yufeng's action brought his hand a little closer to Gu Zhihuan.

Han Yue had the urge to chop off that hand and throw it at the door.

Song Yufeng didn't realize that there was anything wrong with his movements. Yujian had already reached his limit all day long, and now he was a little dizzy.

Hearing Han Yue's voice, Song Yufeng didn't even move his head, he just waved his hands weakly: "I'm dead, junior brother, please leave me alone."

Han Yue: "..."

To be honest, in Song Yufeng, he couldn't see the tenacity and tolerance of a cultivator at all.

Gu Zhihuan has long accepted the strangeness: "Dead people shouldn't have to eat, junior brother, let's order first."

As soon as the words fell, Song Yufeng let out a low growl, and his whole body bounced off the table: "I'm alive!"

"..."

The corner of Wu Xian's mouth twitched: "Excellent."

Gu Zhihuan called the waiter over.

Song Yufeng looked at her eagerly.

Han Yue was actually a little hungry, but he was used to "pretend" since he was a child, so from the beginning to the end, Han Yue stared at the water glass in front of him, pretending that he didn't care about what he ate.

Wu Xian raised his lips with great interest.

Gu Zhihuan took the menu and quickly flipped through it a few times: "Yushan Douhuang, Longjing Bamboo Fungus, Kung Pao Hare, Flower Mushroom and Duck Feet—"

"Gulu—" Song Yufeng swallowed hopelessly.

Gu Zhihuan's voice stopped.

Song Yufeng bit the bullet and straightened his upper body, trying to make himself more confident: "I'm hungry."

Gu Zhihuan looked away, and said to the waiter, "I don't want those just now."

The smile in Wu Xian's eyes grew wider.

Han Yue's eyebrows twitched, almost staring at a hole in the top of the water glass.

Compared to these two people, Song Yufeng was not so calm. He pointed at his stomach in grief and anger: "Master, it wants to eat."

"Frugality is a virtue when you are away from home." Gu Zhihuan said plainly.

Song Yufeng stared at her unwillingly.

Gu Zhi smiled and said, "Of course, if you treat guests, then—"

"I'm not hungry anymore, just eat something casually." Song Yufeng immediately changed his words.

The second shopkeeper: "..."

Gu Zhihuan flipped through the recipes again, and finally combined the recipes altogether: "What's the cheapest in your store?"

"White rice." The waiter replied patiently.

Ganzhou is considered a relatively large city.

There are often practitioners passing by here.

The waiter in the shop naturally has eyesight.

Although these people couldn't see where they came from, the one next to him who had been silent all this time was not easy to provoke just because of his clothes and demeanor.

Therefore, the waiter has not shown any impatience until now.

"Then three bowls of white rice." Gu Zhihuan said.

"Four bowls!" Song Yufeng said quickly.

"Oh?" Gu Zhihuan glanced at Wu Xian: "Spiritual Wu Xian should have been bigu already."

Song Yufeng thought that although Wu Xian didn't eat, but ordered an extra bowl of rice, as long as he ate it fast enough, the extra bowl must be his own.

Therefore, Song Yufeng said shamelessly, "He wants to eat with me."

Wu Xian's expression suddenly became unpredictable.

Even if Song Yufeng didn't turn his head, he could feel Wu Xian's burning gaze.

He looked at Wu Xian with a broken jar, and said with a fake smile: "Really, real Wu Xian?"

"Mmm." Surprisingly, Wu Xian didn't make things difficult for Song Yufeng.

Song Yufeng was even more flustered.

He regretted that he provoked Wu Xian for a bowl of rice.

Gu Zhihuan handed the recipe to the shop waiter: "Four bowls of white rice."

"Okay." The waiter took the menu.

Gu Zhihuan suddenly said, "Let's add another pile of kimchi."

Song Yufeng's eyes lit up.

Four bowls of rice and a stack of kimchi arrived quickly.

Song Yufeng excitedly picked up the chopsticks.

The next moment, Gu Zhihuan quickly put the sauerkraut into Han Yue's bowl.

Before Han Yue's hands touched the chopsticks, the sauerkraut in the bowl had piled up into a hill.

Song Yufeng tried to snatch a few pieces of sauerkraut from under Gu Zhihuan's chopsticks, but Gu Zhihuan would never give him this chance.

After a while, a pile of sauerkraut arrived in the bowls of Han Yue and Gu Zhihuan.

The sauerkraut stacked high is like two hills.

Song Yufeng wanted to cry but had no tears: "Master, what should I eat?"

"White rice." Gu Zhihuan said calmly.

Song Yufeng looked at the sauerkraut in Han Yue's bowl unwillingly.

If all four of them are white rice, he can still bear it.

But now the two people on the opposite side have sauerkraut in their bowls, and he only has bare white rice.

Song Yufeng felt a little bad all over: "Let's order another pile of sauerkraut."

Gu Zhihuan said in embarrassment: "But going out—"

"I treat you!" Song Yufeng gritted his teeth authentically.

"Little Er!" Gu Zhihuan raised his hand.

The quick action made Song Yufeng suspect that Gu Zhihuan had been waiting for his words for a long time.

Damn away from home.

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(End of this chapter)