Immortal, save me!

After just one glance, Mo Yin withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention. Instead, he looked at the cup in front of him, as if in a daze.

Luo Jin always paid attention to Mo Yin's actions, and when she saw him acting like this, she immediately understood.

He looked at Magistrate Yicheng who was sitting in the main seat, and said nonsensically: "My lord, there is no need to guess. There is indeed someone else who rescued Ling Qianjin. As for the specific appearance of that person, I don't know."

As he spoke, he looked down at his temporarily lame leg to show the situation.

"I just remember that the man was dressed in black and had a sword on his waist. He looked like a knight."

Yang Xu: "I see..."

Just as he was about to say something else, he heard his daughter's voice say sharply: "It's impossible, there was no one else at that time, only you and another beggar. If you weren't the one who saved me, it must be the person next to you!"

Yang Xu looked at the two of them dubiously. According to his daughter's statement, the young master was indeed a beggar at that time, and he was with other beggars. So a person as elegant and elegant as Mr. Mo should not have known each other at that time, that is, Say, the person who saved Yiyi is Mr. Mo?

Just looking at Luo Jin and seeing her expression unchanged and sitting there calmly, Yang Xu always felt something was wrong. Do beggars still have this kind of temperament today?

I saw Luo Jin sitting there quietly and drinking tea with her eyes lowered. She was obviously young, but she couldn't be underestimated. Every time she raised her eyes unintentionally, it seemed to be carrying an invisible wind blade. If she wasn't careful, she would be caught by it. hurt.

In terms of temperament and appearance, this young man is not inferior to the children of the aristocratic family. He is rare in the world like the young master named Mo. How could such a person be the beggar begging along the street?

After having a cup of tea, Luo Jin didn't want to stay here anymore. He raised his head and looked at Yang Xu, with the corners of his lips slightly raised and said: "Your Excellency is the newly appointed county magistrate of Yicheng. His status is beyond our reach. If we really How can you not admit it after saving Ling Qianjin? After all, if you admit it, you can get some benefits, and you can even get involved with adults. Anyone who is not stupid will admit such a good thing, right?"

Of course they are not stupid, they just don't want to.

Luo Jin really didn't want to deal with the government, which would be detrimental to him. He didn't want his identity to be exposed one day and be hunted down.

As for Mo Yin, he didn't even want to deal with others. He had an indifferent temperament, or indifferent. If Luo Jin hadn't grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly and looked at him with stubborn eyes, he felt a little dazed for a moment. He would never choose to save him.

"It's getting late. If nothing happens, we'll take our leave."

Luo Jin directly raised her hands to bow and said goodbye. Without waiting for Yang Xu to persuade her to stay, the two of them got up and walked out.

Yang Yiyi came over and hugged her father's arm and said coquettishly, "Dad, why don't you keep them? The person who saved me must be one of them. As for the knight in black, my daughter doesn't believe it at all."

Yang Xu touched his daughter's hair, sighed inwardly, and said, "My daughter must have admitted her mistake."

Yang Yiyi insisted: "I didn't admit my mistake."

Yang Xu pulled his daughter towards his wife and said, "I admit my mistake."

He believed in his daughter in his heart, but those two people obviously didn't want to have anything to do with them, so it didn't matter whether he admitted his mistake or not.

"Your grandfather has gone and your mother is sad. Let's go and stay with her."

Yang Yiyi nodded in agreement, rarely obedient in front of her parents.

On the other side, Luo Jin and the other two people also returned to the inn. When they passed the counter, the waiter who had previously received them came forward to greet them happily.

This obvious enthusiasm made Luo Jin raise his eyebrows slightly. He glanced at Mo Yin and knew that it was caused by his generosity.

The young man raised his lips and smiled, returned the waiter's greeting, turned around and followed Mo Yin upstairs.

Looking at the backs of the two people going upstairs, the shopkeeper sitting at the counter stopped fiddling with his abacus and seemed to sigh: "These two people are very human."

After hearing what the shopkeeper said, the waiter nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, I think so too."

As if he had found a confidant, the waiter said something chatty: "These two people are not ordinary people at first glance. The man in white is a god-like figure. How can someone with such an ordinary temperament be raised..."

"He rarely eats, and he doesn't feel hungry. It's like what the storyteller said he was doing? He's... he's eating, yes, it's eating!"

"If there were no gods in the world, I would doubt whether he came from the sky."

……

It was noon at this time, and there were many people coming to the inn to eat. When Mo Yin and the two came in, the inn gradually became quiet. People couldn't help but look at the two people, and some even forgot to eat.

In a small place like Yicheng, few people are willing to come here. The people they usually see are ordinary people. The people walking on the road are all dressed in coarse linen and gray-haired. Where have I seen two such impressive people.

As long as these two people stand in the crowd, they can attract people's attention without doing anything, and stand out like a bird among the chickens.

At this time, when they heard the waiter talking about those two people, everyone couldn't help but prick up their ears and listen carefully.

"And the young master, despite his young age, he is very strong. He is injured all over his body and his legs are disabled, but he has never cried for his father or mother. Last time I saw someone fall off the bed, he didn't say anything. It was very difficult. It’s calmness…”

With a sound of "Bang!", the waiter stopped.

The shopkeeper took back the abacus on the waiter's head and said impatiently: "Shut up! You can't stop talking about it, don't you think I can't see it myself! Go to work quickly and be careful to deduct your wages!"

The waiter rubbed his head and went to work obediently. His life was in the hands of the shopkeeper and he couldn't afford to offend him.

At this time, a table of customers in the corner called the waiter to check out, and the waiter walked over and waited on them carefully.

The five people in this group are all men, and they are good-looking, but they feel a little evil and the waiter dare not provoke them.

After the customer paid the bill, the waiter walked him to the door and said as usual: "Please come back next time, sir."

In the room, Mo Yin stood in front of the window and watched several people leaving the inn, with a cold expression and deep eyes.

It wasn't until those people disappeared from sight that Mo Yin turned around and walked to the table to sit down.

Luo Jin looked at him curiously, "What's wrong, Immortal?"

From the moment they entered the room, something was wrong with Mo Yin. Although it looked the same as usual, Luo Jin just felt that it was different.

"There is a demon."

"Demon?" Luo Jin leaned towards Mo Yin. She didn't know whether it was curiosity or excitement, but his tone was a little excited.

"What kind? Green face, fangs, demon head and body, or the same as a human?"

Mo Yin glanced at him indifferently, and seeing his bright eyes and obvious childish mentality, he said, "It's just like ordinary people, but the aura around him is uncomfortable."