On how to turn a kind protagonist into a black lotus

Lansu city is very lively today, especially the teahouse restaurant, where 90.00% of the people who died in the bombing were righteous practitioners.

A table surrounded by the most people was having a great conversation at the moment.

"I heard that Bai Zhaojun sent someone to slaughter another faction." The white-haired old man sitting in the center twisted his beard and sighed.

Hearing this, the people around him were full of resentment, and they opened their mouths and said, "Then Bai Zhaojun has become more and more presumptuous recently, and he has already wiped out several sects. He really thinks that there is no one in our righteous way, so bullying." !"

With the beginning, the people around immediately echoed, "That's right, the evil way is rampant, but that monster only dared to hide in the dead mountain. If it was in front of me, I would definitely fight him for [-] rounds with a knife! "

"That's true. Do you really think that he is doing evil things? Doesn't he dare to go to the Nayuan faction and Guixu faction?"

When the people around heard it, they all said one sentence, scolding him thoroughly, and by the way, said that if they met him, they would definitely go there and tear him into pieces.

The fragrance of tea is leisurely, and a wisp of green smoke curls up from the incense burner.

"Heh." Pulling aside on the second floor, a chuckle came, everyone was a practitioner, and this distinctive voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.

They were in high spirits, verbally berating Bai Zhaojun tens of thousands of times, when suddenly there was a chuckle full of sarcasm and disdain, didn't it fall on their faces?

Someone immediately asked, "Who are you?"

"Who am I and why did I tell you?" Unexpectedly, the man in the seat asked back rather puzzled. He was wearing a green shirt and a bamboo hat to cover his face, making it difficult to see his face clearly. He was holding a teacup in his hand at the moment.

No one knew what his origin was, so naturally he didn't dare to make a move easily.

At the right time, someone guessed again, "Cover your head and face, could it be that evil person!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes fell on the man, and their eyes suddenly became sharp, and they all couldn't help holding the magic weapon at hand.

"You people, do you only guess people in the evil way?" The person in the seat chuckled again, and put down the tea bowl, "No wonder there are fewer and fewer people in the righteous way. Could it be that you are one by one? People' forced away."

As soon as he said this, the faces of the people below immediately turned ugly.

"If you are not a person of the evil way, what did you mean just now?" Someone couldn't help asking.

The man flicked his sleeves, "I just can't understand you guys who only take advantage of words. Since you know that Bai Zhaojun is in Death Mountain, why don't you go to him to challenge him? But with your abilities, I'm afraid Lian Death Mountain You can’t even get close to the gate! You’re just playing verbal prestige in these places, which makes people laugh.”

"You!" His words aroused everyone's anger, and they all stared at him.

"Me?" The man pointed at himself, and his tone was extremely innocent, "What's wrong with me? I just told the truth! There are so many eyeliners in this evil way, maybe someone has already reported all your words."

As soon as he said this, everyone's expressions changed, and they looked at the people around them, afraid that the man's words would become a prophecy.

"Hahaha," the man couldn't help laughing seeing their suspicious looks, "Forget it, you people are too hypocritical, I'm afraid I will become stupid if I talk to you again."

After speaking, he disappeared in place as soon as he moved.

The only thing left on the table was the pot of steaming tea and a few copper coins that were just enough to pay the bill.

Although the crowd was angry, they did not catch up, but the voices of talking disappeared a lot, and it seemed that they were afraid of what the man said just now.

Everyone has different thoughts, and no one pays attention to what they are thinking.

No one noticed that the bamboo curtain in front of the window of the private room on the third floor was lowered again.

Bai Zhaojun was wearing a black brocade robe embroidered with gold silk, and was holding freshly brewed fragrant tea at the moment, "Has the news of my deity coming here been revealed?"

"No." The waiter replied respectfully.

"Really?" Bai Zhaojun took a sip of tea without haste, the fragrance remained on his lips and teeth.

Then how come there are people who flatter?