The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

After watching those little beggars leave, Mu Bai let out a sigh of relief, "I don't know when this situation will change."

The fire wolf said helplessly: "This is impossible, unless the orcs can be eliminated."

Mu Bai said: "Forget it, let's find a place to eat first, this is not something we can do."

……

In front of a tavern in the center of the city.

Mubai and the others came here slowly, placed the golden horned beast outside the tavern, and the three of them stepped into the tavern.

There were a lot of guests in the tavern, and eight or nine tables were filled. These guests had a rough appearance, with a faint bloodthirsty aura exuding from their bodies, and each of them was wearing a weapon.

After Mubai and the others came in, they attracted the attention of many guests, and the tavern, which was full of laughs, became much quieter.

Mu Bai's heart trembled, the eyes of those guests stared at him, it felt like being stared at by a wild animal, it was extremely uncomfortable.

Jian Wuhui looked around, frowned and said, "These should be mercenaries."

Mu Bai nodded and said, "Let's find a seat to sit down too."

The three of them found an unoccupied table at a corner and sat down.

A young man in Tsing Yi hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Gentlemen, what do you want?"

Jian Wuhui said indifferently: "First serve a jar of wine to warm your body, and then cut five catties of animal meat over here."

"Okay, please wait for a while." The young man in Tsing Yi nodded, then turned and left.

Mu Bai frowned, and said in a low voice: "I feel that the atmosphere here is a bit strange, let's hurry up and go on the road after eating."

Fire Wolf said: "Those guys don't look like good people no matter what."

"roll."

At this time.A cold shout suddenly came from the side.

Mu Bai looked sideways, and saw a young girl with black hair and drooping ears was sitting quietly drinking there, a middle-aged man with a scar on her face was molesting beside her, the young girl showed an expression of impatience.

"Hehe, I like this temper." Scar's middle-aged man smiled teasingly, and when he was about to reach out to touch the girl's face, a small hand suddenly stretched out from the side and clasped his wrist tightly.

"Which bastard dares to touch me?"

Wen Shi, the middle-aged man with scar, was furious, turned his head to look, and the person who was clasping his wrist was Mu Bai.