New Times Inn

The shopkeeper was indeed as expected, and expressed his anger at the fact that Hua Chaodu was trapped.

She did not want to get involved in this matter at first, just like everyone else in the arena.

But for some reason, just when they were about to turn around and leave, she suddenly stopped them from behind, and then explained to them something new.

"Did I say not to let him come back?" said the shopkeeper.

The guys at the inn turned their heads sharply.

They all felt that their brains were shut down, and they even suspected that something might be wrong with their ears.

What does the shopkeeper mean?

Did you say…

Feng Qing silently took out her mobile phone, opened the software, found Hua Jing's location on Gaode, and glanced at it a little.

Yes, that's right, Hua Jing actually has a locator that Feng Qing had installed before.

Because she was the only person in the inn who was going to travel far, it was normal for Feng Qing to be worried.

Then, Feng Qing looked at the location of Huachaodu on the map for a moment.

I go, what is this guy doing so far away? How did he run?

The guys in the inn kept silent, looked at the shopkeeper secretly, looked at each other, and seemed to be guessing what the shopkeeper was thinking.

After she finished saying that, she stared at the sign in front of her without saying a word, her aura seemed a little more scary than before.

"Could it be that the shopkeeper really wants to save Hua Chaodu?" Feng Xiruo thought a little uncertainly, these people are also interesting, they just came to ask the shopkeeper themselves, but now, They can't even believe it themselves.

People have to say that they are a bit cheap in their bones, and the guys in front of them are now guessing what the shopkeeper thinks.

When the shopkeeper said that he wanted to save Hua Chaodu, what they thought was "Will this be a trap arranged by the shopkeeper?" The brain circuit has been completely assimilated.

How can the shopkeeper save him?

Guys, no one can think of it, they don't even know whether the current Huachao is dead or alive.

Does the shopkeeper know this well?

Feng Qing looked at the map, and the little red dot on the map that represented the capital of Huachao stood at a place 108,000 miles away from the Gathering Inn. She did not think that the capital of Huachao was at all. To do a business, I actually went to the side of the capital.

But after reading the location, she dropped Gothe and opened another terrible software.

Even in modern times, she rarely opens this software, or rather, this thing is of no use to her at all, after all, she doesn't go out very much.

A software that can be called a money-burning maniac.

A software that violates the principle that Feng Qing can take the bus and take the bus.

She clicked on the software, went from Huajing to the inn to reserve a seat, and then her expression suddenly turned ugly.

His…

It was indeed much more expensive than she thought.

How to compensate her?

Feng Qing suddenly thought, with Hua Jing's face, she once thought about whether to take a Douyin for him and upload it to the Internet. Anyway, what is certain is that as long as it is If he can shoot, he will definitely be popular, but she thought about it later, for an ancient person, this is still a bit too much.

But at the moment, compared with the money Feng Qing is about to pay, it is not too much to make a little extra money by taking a Douyin.

The guys in the inn were all secretly looking at the shopkeeper with their eyes, and finally one person couldn't hold back and asked, "The shopkeeper, are you... and you want to save the flower mirror, right? ?"

"Save Hua Jing?" Feng Qing snorted coldly, "He's been causing trouble outside all day, and saving him is a waste of my energy. What am I going to do to save him?"

The guys at the inn bowed their heads.

Sure enough, the shopkeeper really didn't want to shoot this time.

"But..." Feng Qing suddenly gasped again.

She looked at the black sign in her hand and said to the guys in front of her, "He sings very well, I just need someone to sing for me right now."

"Since that's the case, then let him be spared this time."

…

Hua Chaodu stood on the highest stone and watched for a long time.

This is really like a ghost hitting a wall.

Circle in place.

.

Or should I just find a place to sit quietly and die more decently?

Outside Devil Valley, a group of people are waiting there.

"The guy in Huachaodu has been in there for a long time, right?" said the leader.

"It's been ten days, even if he doesn't die, he will definitely die in two or three days. Once you enter this Devil's Valley, no one will ever be able to get out." The man who looked apologetic said with a smile.

When the two of them were talking, the people behind them all stood silently, just like the surrounding stone pillars, silently turning into inanimate entities.

"Then let him die in it, Hua Chaodu, this guy, just doesn't understand other people's hearts, that's why so many people don't like her. "The man in the lead said with a smile.

He turned his head and said to a man in a shawl, hiding all his features: "Why did you come in person?"

"I just came to see." The man opened his mouth slowly.

He spoke with an indescribable tenderness.

However, this kind of gentleness is a little different from Ji Yihan's.

At least…

If Hua Chaodu was here now, he would definitely laugh at the gentleness in this man's words that sounded more disgusting than Ji Yihan's.

But I have to say, Feng Qing should like this kind of voice, because it sounds like the kind of gentle and handsome voice that she likes most when listening to radio dramas, magnetic and deep, perfect poking her aesthetic point.

It's just that when the person in front of him speaks in such a voice, no one around him is immersed in this pleasant voice, even a woman.

A full line of people stood behind the speaker.

When this person appeared here, the surrounding sky seemed to become pitch black.

And when he said that sentence in a gentle voice, everyone was not immersed in the voice, but shivered, wishing to hide themselves in the shadows.

Because everyone present understood how terrifying the guy on the opposite side was.

The man glanced at the entrance of Devil's Valley from a distance, and gently twisted the ring on his finger.

After he finished speaking, two people came up from behind, holding a pot of wine in their hands. The daughter was red at least ten years old, and the wine was crystal clear.

The two threw the wine on the ground at will, and they didn't feel distressed at all for the waste of this jar of wine.

Perhaps in their hearts, spilling wine on the ground is not a waste.

Well known.

The wine that is served in the bowl is for the living, and the wine that is sprinkled on the ground is for the dead.

There were several people next to them who hid themselves in a place that almost no one could find. They were also very shocked, and they didn't know why this person came in person today.

After all, although the person trapped in the Devil's Valley is the current governor of the West Factory and a powerful figure in the court, it is said that this person prefers cleanliness and generally does not come to Devil's Valley. spreading place.

There are many people who attacked Huachao this time, but it is obvious that if only one side starts, then Huachao will not be forced to this place.

"

The man laughed slowly.

"Let's go." He said, "There's no point in staying any longer, is there? But thank you so much for letting me watch such a big play."

"You... like it."

Listening to the compliments around, the man looked at the bowl of wine spilled on the ground and didn't say anything, but turned the ring on his hand again.

This action seems to be a habit for him, the person next to him cautiously peeks at the ring, and he looks over, only to feel that there is a flower carved on it.

This is very familiar, but what is the name?

"Sect Master, it's time to go back." As soon as the man turned his ring, a man who seemed to be familiar with him came up and handed a cloak to him. he.

"Got it." The man chuckled, "Really, it's too long-winded, even more long-winded than I ever knew."

"Master, do you...do you know anyone who is long-winded?"

"I know, of course I know, a person who never speaks well and only likes to be roundabout." The man said as he walked towards the outside.

Behind him, he followed countless people mightily, like a flock of sheep following the leader, they followed quietly, with the highest respect for the person in front .

Hua Chaodu was dying alone in the sandstorm.

He felt that he really only had his last breath left.

The reason why he thinks so is actually very simple, because he seems to see something strange.

If he wasn't dying, how could he see such a miraculous vision?