Fighting Starts from Saving Yunyun

Nalan Yanran nodded. Although the Tagore Desert made her feel a little dangerous, she was happy to be with Chen Mo.

The sound of hawking and shouting on both sides of the street, the crowds at the street stalls, and many new things caught Chen Mo's eyes like a marquee.

Strange city, strange street, strange people.

At this moment, he felt a sense of loneliness in his heart.

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, Chen Mo, what are you thinking? Anyway, you were an orphan in your previous life, so what's the difference between the two worlds for you?"

Chen Mo laughed at himself inwardly, sniffing the faint fragrance of Nalan Yanran around him, let him understand that the most important thing is to grasp what is in front of him.

Chen Mo stopped when passing by a booth selling accessories.

Chen Mo pointed to a light blue jade hairpin with a phoenix pattern on it and asked, "Boss, how do you sell this hairpin?"

The boss is a middle-aged man who looks very responsible. He raised his head and looked at the clothes of the two of them. He knew that they were not easy to mess with, and he didn't ask for a price. He said, "One hundred and ten gold coins. Gold coins will do."

He readily threw out a small bag of gold coins, and without further ado, Chen Mo wanted to bring it to Nalan Yanran.

Nalan was stunned for a moment, and then a blush quickly rose on her pretty face, and she stared blankly at Chen Mo removing the jade hairpin into her hair.

"It's so beautiful." Chen Mo praised.

"This jade hairpin is really suitable for this lady." The boss said just right.

Chen Mo's praise made Nalan Yanran feel elated, and stretched out her jade hand to touch the jade hairpin on her head. Although this jade hairpin was not as expensive as any of her own, in her heart, this jade hairpin surpassed all her previous jade hairpins value added together.

At the same time, Nalan Yanran also thought elsewhere, "Junior brother gave me a jade hairpin, what does he mean? Will he also like me?"

Chen Mo didn't know that she had thought so much for a while, and he was just a whim. If she wasn't by his side, Chen Mo would have bought two more to give to others.

On the way to the restaurant, there was an episode, that is, when passing through a relatively deserted street, a man who was selling books at the corner saw two people appear, like frightened rabbits, he packed his things in a hurry and left.

restaurant.

At the very end of the story, the allegro in the storyteller's hand paused, as if he had seen a ghost, and could no longer tell.

The guests in the restaurant, who were listening well, yelled, "Storyteller, what's going on? What happened to that kid?"

"Yeah, what's the matter? Just keep talking, I don't need your money for storytelling."

The shopkeeper of the restaurant, who was listening fascinatedly, heard someone knocking on the counter, turned his head to look, and looked like a storyteller, and said extremely anxiously: "Two or two, stay in the restaurant or eat."

At the same time, I thought: "It's over, it's over, I really lost money."

Thinking that Chen Mo's incident was relatively popular recently, he went to a bookstore that was not officially registered with the empire, bought a popular fan book, and invited a storyteller to talk about it.

The past two days were okay, but what I said today was a bit involved.

Forget about Sheh, but the people from the Misty Cloud Sect came today.

"Serve two signature dishes and a jug of good wine. There are also two green-beaked eagles outside, and prepare good food for them." Chen Mo threw out a bag of gold coins and looked at the shopkeeper strangely. Is he so scary?

"Okay."

Chen Mo and the two found an empty seat and sat down. When they passed Mr. Storyteller, his whole body spread out like a puddle of mud.

At this time, the guests finally realized what was going on.

"The cloud silver sword is a disciple of the Misty Cloud Sect."

"Judging from their attire, figure and temperament, it seems that their status in the Misty Cloud Sect is not low."

In the restaurant, whispers started.

Fortunately, most people don't know what Chen Mo looks like. If they knew that the two of them at this time were the true masters mentioned in the story just now, there would be no one in the restaurant long ago.

Secretly arranged and even yelled at the disciples of the Misty Cloud Sect, tsk tsk...

"Does Yunlanzong have a bad reputation in the outside world?"

"Very good. Many people sign up for each admissions season."

"That's strange. When they saw us, it was like seeing a ghost."

Just when the two were curious, Xiao Er came up tremblingly with a jug of wine in his hand. He put down the jug in a hurry and was about to leave when Chen Mo grabbed his arm.

"My lord, when will I order you?" The little one couldn't stand up straight.

Everyone's eyes looked over.

Mr. Storyteller has already packed his things and is ready to run away.

"Let me ask you, what happened here just now? Also, why are you so afraid of me?" Chen Moli shouted.

Of course Xiaoer didn't dare to tell the truth, who could only answer a few words in a perfunctory manner.

After all, Chen Mo is not a villain. Without evidence, he cannot force others to tell the truth.

Seeing that Chen Mo didn't ask any more questions, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After taking a break and leaving the restaurant.

Chen Mo saw the man selling books in that deserted street again.

When the man saw Chen Mo, he ran away again.

This time, Chen Mo didn't let him run away.