Is it the same with other big brothers?

Seeing that he was really planning to chop Yi Lingju with a knife, everyone rushed to stop him. Mingzhu was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so he followed Diandian and ran in, saying: "There is no need to chop it up, just beat him up." Well, actually he is very weak, hey, brother Weiyang, okay?"

Ye Weiyang sneered: "A person who can't even beat me, why is he qualified to provoke Vanity? You too, a trash, don't you know where to look when you're so close?"

Ming Zhu murmured: "I'm afraid."

"Useless things."

The two of them walked towards the inn while talking. After a few steps, they had already started discussing where to throw the corpse.

Everyone was terrified when they heard it, and they were about to step forward to stop them, when they saw Master Gui Ning walking down the steps with a frosty face, he just glanced coldly, and everyone below fell silent immediately, even jumping upright. Huan's bright candles dare not make trouble anymore.

Master Gui Ning walked down the stairs, glanced at Ming Zhu with his long and narrow eyes, Ming Zhu was so frightened that he immediately stuffed the odds and ends he bought into Shen Hongchuan's arms, and kept silent like a cicada.

"Master, Master, do you want to go out?"

Master Gui Ning gave a "hmm", exchanged a glance with Ye Weiyang, and said, "You also go with me."

Ming Zhu was touching the skull mask crookedly worn on the side of his face with one hand, thinking whether he should also take it off to save the master from having a fit, but he really liked this mask, and when he was in a dilemma, he suddenly heard Guining Daoist talking to him. "Ah" and said, "Okay."

He obediently followed Master Gui Ning, mouthing towards Shen Hongchuan: Put my things in the room, don't lose any of them.

Shen Hongchuan nodded helplessly.

Master Gui Ning led him outside, and when he was about to go out, he suddenly said, "Lengxue, you also come together."

Zhou Lingxue was a little dazed, but followed obediently, and Ming Zhu winked at him desperately beside him.

The street was full of people coming and going, Ming Zhu wore a mask crookedly, and Master Gui Ning also turned a blind eye and closed his eyes without saying a word. Gradually, he became more courageous. He didn't dare to leave the side of Master Gui Ning, so he let Zhou It's only two streets away for Lixue to buy something for him, and he already has a bunch of food in his arms.

Passing through a quiet and deserted narrow alley, at the end, there is a huge banner erected in front of the house that seems to be the residence of ordinary people, on which the word "wine" dances like a dragon and a phoenix.

Ming Zhu stuffed a sugar-fried hawthorn fruit into his mouth, curiously poked his head out from behind Master Gui Ning, and said, "Master, what are we doing here?"

Gui Ning said lightly, "Meeting old friends."

The one who can make Master Gui Ning be called an old friend, the status of cultivation base is really not low.

Perhaps it was located in a remote place, and there were not many people in the tavern, only the servants sat on the threshold and dozed off boredly. When they heard the footsteps, they immediately cheered up and welcomed them in.

Mingzhu kept talking all the way, and after sitting down, he quickly pulled the servant and asked, "What is your signature dish?"

The servant read several strings of names in one breath, but Mingzhuji called out without remembering: "I want them all."

Master Gui Ning glanced at him again, Ming Zhu faltered immediately, and murmured: "Then just take two."

After talking about being wronged and wronged, he continued to eat his candied hawthorn fruit.

Master Gui Ning ignored him, ordered a jug of wine and drank it on his own, as if he was waiting for someone.

Ming Zhu finished one pack of hawthorn fruit, and was about to unpack the second pack, when there was a sound of gentle footsteps outside the tavern, and then someone walked in with the curtain hanging on the door.

Because the light was against the light, Mingzhu didn't see clearly who he was until the man came to him.

Seeing the person's face clearly, Ming Zhu's pupils shrank, and he instinctively pressed the sword on the table to stand up, his face was full of guard.

Gui Ning noticed his uneasiness, put his hand on the back of Ming Zhu's hand and patted it lightly, Ming Zhu suddenly seemed like a small animal being comforted, froze for a moment, then managed to relax his tense body, and sat down slowly, It's just that the eyes are still fixed on the predecessors in front.

Ming Zhao, with disheveled hair, was sitting opposite Gui Ning in a disheveled manner, completely ignoring Ming Zhu's resentful eyes, and familiarly asked the servant for a jar of wine, before saying hello: "Master Gui Ning, long time no see, why are you still old?" Look, it hasn't changed at all."

Ming Zhu withdrew his hand on Gui Ning's sword, and reluctantly tilted his head to drink, as if he didn't want to see Ming Zhao at a glance.

Master Gui Ning exchanged some pleasantries with him, and said, "Where's Ming Zhong? He should have arrived earlier than the rest of us."

Ming Zhao said: "Leave him alone, we discuss our matters, even if he comes, he won't be of much help—tsk, this brat, take a closer look, why does he look so similar to Ming Zhong? Hey, kid, what's your name?" on?"

When Zhou Lingxue heard the name Ming Zhong, her expression was not so good, and when she heard Ming Zhao teasing him like a pet, she frowned, but after thinking about it, this Ming Zhao has an unruly temper, no matter what his personality is After all, the slag was an elder, so he swallowed his anger and planned to speak, but the name sitting next to him slapped the table.

"Who is he? It's none of your business?" Ming Zhu glared at him unceremoniously, thought for a while, then felt uncomfortable, squeezed a hawthorn fruit from the oiled paper bag and threw it at him.

Mingzhao's eyes were curved, he quickly took the fruit, and he didn't get angry, instead he stuffed it into his mouth directly: "Well, this one is good, where did you buy it, give me some more."

Mingzhu looked at him in disbelief, as if shocked by his thick skin, he tugged at Guining's sleeve, and said in a muffled voice: "Master, is he the old friend you mentioned? Do we want to have dinner with him this time? "

Master Gui Ning cherishes words like gold: "Yes."

Ming Zhu said: "Can that disciple take his leave first?"

Before Gui Ning could speak, Ming Zhao pushed Zhou Shengxue away at some point, and sat shamelessly beside Ming Zhu, with one hand on Ming Zhu's neck, relying on his own arm to reach the hawthorn fruit in Ming Zhu's arms, He said vaguely: "We haven't seen each other for several years, you are so anxious to call me immediately, Zhu'er, Daddy is so sad."

Ming Zhao is a ghost cultivator. When half of his body is attached to a person, he can clearly feel the cold and cold breath emanating from him continuously. Ming Zhu's hair almost explodes, and his voice is split. : "What are you doing? Stay away from me!"

Ming Zhao let out an "oh", quickly walked away with the bag of hawthorn fruit, and strolled back to his seat.

Mingzhu weakly tugged on Guining's sleeves: "Master, I want to go back to sleep."

Gui Ning Daoist didn't say a word, he stretched out his hand and gently pressed his forehead.

At this time, Ye Weiyang, who had changed her clothes, opened the curtain and came from the outside, glanced casually, cupped her fists slightly, and said, "I've seen you, senior."

Mingzhao was snatched by this bratty boy Ye Weiyang in the secret realm a few years ago, but every thing counts, and this time they met, he didn't lose face, and said calmly: "Sit down."

Mingzhu pursed his lips and stood up, bowed to Master Guining, turned around and was about to leave with Zhou Lingxue.

Ming Zhao lightly tapped the table, making a series of soft sounds, and then the shopkeeper, who had been dozing beside him, suddenly opened his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, a bluish barrier formed on the spot and blocked the door.

Mingzhu turned back angrily: "What do you mean?!"

Ming Zhao didn't speak, but Master Gui Ning said: "Take your things and eat beside you, don't talk."

Mingzhu's anger subsided, but he still looked at Mingzhao viciously, took Zhou Lingxue to choose a far away place, and chewed a bag of rock candy until it creaked.

After the three of them sat together, they began to chat with each other.

Mingzhu got angry for a while and then calmed down. He lay down on the table, covered half of his face with a mask, and whispered to Zhou Lingxue: "Lengxue, can you hear what they are saying clearly?"

Zhou Nexue shook his head.

Mingzhu was a little disappointed immediately, and came up with a bad idea: "Your cultivation base is higher than mine, can you stretch out your divine sense to listen?"

He was lying on the table, his eyes were slightly filled with water, like glass soaked in water, Zhou Lingxue blocked the words that he wanted to refuse, turned his head unnaturally, and silently probed a trace of divine sense tentacles. :"Let me try."

Mingzhu immediately cheered up, but before the divine consciousness touched them five steps away, it was suddenly blocked by something. Zhou Lingxue withdrew his divine consciousness abruptly, and pressed his forehead with a headache.

Ming Zhu was taken aback: "Thirteen?"

Someone came against the light, and the footsteps were extremely careless. Zhou Lingxue held back his headache and looked up, and saw a man who was very similar to him rubbing his hair. Opening a gap in his lips, he seemed lazy and powerless to squeeze out every single word.

"Adults talk, children don't interfere."

Zhou Nexue was startled, and after a while said in a hoarse voice: "Yes."

After the man lazily said a word, he went to the table of Master Gui Ning and sat down, leaning his elbows on the side of his face, his eyes drooping, as if he was about to fall asleep in a moment.

Gui Ning said: "Ming Zhong, where have you been?"

Zhou Ming yawned again, and Lai Ji said, "I lost my way."

Ming Zhao looked at Zhou Ming with a heavy smile while drinking, full of malicious intentions.

Zhou Ming said again: "Why are you laughing so meanly? Just say what you have to say."

Ming Zhao rubbed against Zhou Mingzhong's side, put his arms around Zhou Mingzhong's neck, and almost strangled Zhou Mingzhong from his seat.

"What's the matter?"

Ming Zhao smiled and said, "I heard from Guining that your good son covets my precious son, do you know about this?"

Zhou Ming frowned again, but his expression was still sleepy: "When did it happen? Did you go to bed?"

"not yet."

Zhou Ming said again: "You tell me you covet me before you go to bed, what kind of covet are you coveting? Get out of here, and tell me after they go to bed."

As he spoke, he exerted force on his hand and pushed Ming Zhao back.

Master Gui Ning and Ye Weiyang listened with black lines all over their heads, they couldn't understand why these two fathers could maintain such a calm expression after learning that their son might be a broken sleeve.

Master Gui Ning couldn't bear it anymore: "Enough is enough for you, it's just a young man's impulse, why do you take it seriously? If you talk nonsense, get out!"

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These two fathers are unreliable, almost became his son's CP fan [No]