Kind of Immortals

Chapter 263
You Ruo turned a blind eye to the weird eyes, but walked in calmly, with a chubby golden kitten beside him, it still looks very cute when it is well-behaved.

"Are there any vacancies here?" You Ruo said in a nice voice.

In fact, she is not angry, and when she is not angry, the first impression is still very gentle, but when others anger her, the whole image is completely different.

"Yes, yes..."

A bad old man in his sixties walked over with his head bowed, with a cowardly look that no one dared to offend.

You Ruo followed the old man to an inconspicuous corner, there happened to be an empty chair there, but there was no empty table, and the chair was kind of old and dusty, I don't know where to find it.

The old man picked up a towel that was on his shoulders and wiped it back and forth several times, and then asked someone to find a new towel to wipe it again. Then he said shamelessly: "I have wronged the girl."

You Ruo just glanced at the old man indifferently, and didn't intend to sit down.

She looked around, most of the people had already made a new meal, they should eat and drink, as if they didn't pay attention to her, but there were a few people on the table who looked at You Ruo carefully, and saw You Ruo staring at them. Withdrew his sight.

When You Ruo felt a pair of eyes staring at her from behind, she turned around without hesitation.

This person was in his thirties, with a fat face and big ears, and a thick beard growing around his mouth and on both sides of his cheeks, giving him a sense of madness and rudeness.

You Ruo saw the big man sitting in the middle, and the tables and chairs were all brand new, but the dilapidated chairs in front of him were in stark contrast.

She was worrying about no place to sit and rest, but now it seemed like an opportunity.

You Ruo smiled at the big man, and looked at the chair beside her with some distaste. She was about to sit down, but the big man hurried over.

"Old thing, is this broken chair for people to sit on?" The big man yelled at the old man, then squinted his eyes and looked at You Ruo, and said in a low voice: "What's more, how can someone with such a beautiful life like a girl Treated like this?"

The old man was greeting other guests, when he heard the shout, he hurried over, and said with fear on his face: "Master Fan, there is really no place to sit here, and this chair is the only one."

It turned out that this person's surname was Fan, and he seemed to be a casual cultivator with a good reputation. Many people around him looked at him coldly and expressed dissatisfaction, but no one said anything.

"Say it again." Fan Dahan waved his sleeves, and the powerful force directly blasted the old man far away, and he just landed in front of a guest table. If he hadn't been supported by someone, he might have been beaten half-mutilated by this blow.

Seeing Fan Dahan's vicious attack, You Ruo frowned, walked directly to his original seat and sat down: "I just want to sit here."

"Huh?" Fan Dahan's face darkened, but then he became more amiable: "It turns out that the girl has taken a fancy to my position. If I said it earlier, I, Fan Xing, don't know how to pity people who love women and women?"

"There's no need to be sympathetic, shouldn't you give some compensation for hurting someone?" You Ruo looked at the bad old man who was injured by Fan Xing, with sympathy on his face.

Fan Xing was willing to give up his seat to You Ruo because he had other ideas, but You Ruo was so merciless, which made Fan Xing very upset.

He looked at the old man coldly, and deliberately slowed down his tone and said, "What compensation do you want?"

The old man looked at Fan Xing's eyes full of murderous intent, he didn't dare to ask for any compensation, he would be thankful if he didn't die.

"No, this little injury is nothing." The old man stood firm, clutching his waist in pain, still smiling and timid like a mouse.

"Hmph!" Fan Xing glanced at the old man, as if he was acquainted with you.

Seeing Fan Xing coercing the old man in front of a room full of people, You Ruo became angry: "If you give today, you have to give, and if you don't give, you have to give."

Fan Xing has experienced so many things, and now he can't see that You Ruo is looking for faults, so how can he continue to mess around?
There is no doubt that his coldness is evident, he stared at You Ruo and said: "You are too ignorant, don't rely on how good you are to be able to not know the heights of heaven and earth."

You Ruo slapped the table, furious, what is relying on appearance, she You Ruo relies on ability.

Fan Xing looked at the table that was smashed by You Ruo, his face was a little more solemn.

Just as the two were about to start, the door of the inn was pushed open again.

A man in fluttering white clothes came in. His body was dignified, his nose bridge was high, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his whole face looked perfect, but his eyes were like cold stars, which made people dare not look directly at them.

He is holding a white sword in his hand. It is hard to see what material it is made of, but it is definitely not any metal, and no one has even seen such a thing. It looks like jade, not like jade, like the teeth of some kind of beast is not.

The man just glanced at You Ruo and then withdrew his gaze. His eyes were haughty and cold, but there was endless tenderness in his eyes.

This person is Qinglin.

With a wave of Qinglin's hand, a table in the corner was directly thrown away, and the food on the table and the people sitting around the table were instantly thrown into the distance, but the table bounced back and landed on its original position. Impeccably clean.

"Give me a jug of good wine." Qing Lin sat down at the table and said coldly.

It became quieter here, and everyone shifted their eyes to Qing Lin, but evasively.

Soon someone came up with a jug of wine, Qinglin poured a bowl for himself and drank it all, then said indifferently: "Go ahead."

You Ruo's heart is already uneasy, what does he mean by this?Pretend not to know yourself or don't want to talk to yourself?
It was just right not to speak, and after she cleaned up, Fan Xing hurriedly found a chance to get away, since she didn't want to see him anyway.

After Qing Lin finished speaking, Fan Xing finally came to his senses. He looked at You Ruo with a hint of teasing, "Swords have no eyes, your tender face, if your skin is scratched a little, sir, I will feel sorry for you, sir. Be gentle, before..."

With a "bang", before Fan Xing finished speaking, there was a crisp sound in the inn, like the sound of a whip.

Unprepared, Fan Xing was slapped in the face, a red mark was revealed from the sidelines, and even the flesh and blood inside were slightly opened, it seems that You Ruo's strength is not small.

"You look so weak, but I didn't expect you to be so ruthless." Fan Xing glanced at him, raised his head, his eyes were sharp and sinister.

"There are more ruthless ones. You will know who the grandson is later."

You Ruo pressed forward with both hands empty-handed, and each blow made a deafening whip sound, which made people feel chills in their hearts.

Fan Xing drew out his sharp sword and resisted forcefully. Although he was slightly disadvantaged, he did not intend to lose.

There was a continuous sound, either the tables and chairs were broken, or the plates and bowls were broken, and the entire inn was destroyed by the two people.

Qinglin drank a few bowls of wine in a row, but he didn't know whether the jug was empty or he had reached the limit of his patience. He only heard a "pop", the sound of the porcelain bowl breaking, and his palm was immediately stained red with blood.

Everyone present felt something was wrong, seeing Qing Lin's cold face, no one dared to speak out.

This tranquility was completely broken with Qing Lin's attack.

You Ruo was startled, seeing that Fan Xing was forced to retreat, but Qinglin made a move to stop him, just in time to grab the hidden golden silk in his palm.

"What are you doing?" You Ruo glared at Qing Lin with hostility. Is he going to help Fan Xing deal with him?
Qinglin pulled it casually, and Youruo's body was rolled into Qinglin's arms along with the golden silk.

(End of this chapter)