The widow is a curse

Chapter 210 Ripples in Xiao Shaoxia's Heart
Xujia Town has been extremely lively these past few days.

The two restaurants that are usually hardly visited by anyone are full, and the only inn in the town is even more overcrowded.

Even the house that is usually used as a warehouse has been cleared out, and guests have lived in it.

No wonder.

The well-known Juxian Village in the Jianghu widely distributed hero posts, seeking justice from Mobei who ignored the Jianghu of the Central Plains, and people from all walks of life in the Jianghu did not respond.

In the eyes of the Jianghu people, this move of Mobei undoubtedly slapped the ears of all the Jianghu people in the Central Plains!

If they don't reciprocate, what's the face of the people in the Jianghu of the Central Plains? !

Of course, there are also newcomers among them who want to take this opportunity to make a name for themselves in the arena.

No matter how big Juxian Village is, the people who can really live in it are only some celebrities and knights who have prestige in the Jianghu.

Others can only dwell in the small Xujia Town at the foot of the mountain, waiting for the day of the martial arts conference.

At this time, it was noon.

Heads of people jumped up in Laifu Tavern.

On the table in the middle, Jia Dao, who is known as "Jia Banxian", is vividly describing the scene of "the evildoers of Yumen Pass being besieged by several major factions".

This man is also eloquent, and he speaks so frothy that the surrounding juniors are dumbfounded.

"... If you want me to say, he is a monster. There is no normal boy with gray hair. I heard that he only haunts at night and sucks the blood of children. This kind of monster is naturally recognized by everyone and punished... ..."

Snapped!
On the table in the corner, a boy in white suddenly crushed the wine glass.

Everyone was listening intently, and the sound of the broken porcelain cup seemed very abrupt.

Jia Dao suddenly stopped talking, and looked in the direction of the boy with an angry face.

"Little brother, do you have an opinion on Jia?!"

The young man in white turned his face, his sallow eyes, which seemed to be recovering from a long illness, were shining brightly, and his eyes were as cold as frost.

"I just hope that my brother will stay in Germany, so as not to have to recruit ghosts to get started in the middle of the night!"

The palm of the blue-clothed man sitting across from the boy landed on the boy's right hand on the table without a trace, and patted it lightly.

The palm was as soft as boneless and as smooth as thin fat, and Xiao Yi's heart actually had strange ripples.

(End of this chapter)