Article 218

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——But what is Chu Wanning doing in clothes made of this material?

Mo Ran squinted his eyes, and a cluster of sparks suddenly lit up in his mind. He suddenly felt that something was wrong. It seemed that there was something that he had thought wrong from the beginning. What was it...

"Excuse me, where is the shopkeeper?"

A mid-air, but kind and polite young voice suddenly interrupted Mo Ran's thoughts.

Looking down, it turned out to be the group of disciples of Confucianism that appeared in Xuanyuan Pavilion during the day, the head of which was fluttering cranes, holding a saber, the hilt of the sword opened the door curtain, and leaned halfway in.

"Isn't this Ye Wangxi's follower?" Mo Ran became energetic in an instant.

There are seventy-two cities in the Confucian School, and disciples usually don't know each other. As for Nangong Si, he was sitting alone in a private room with his back to the door, so the group of teenagers glanced at the fellow disciples in the inn who were wearing regular clothes, but they didn't recognize the familiar face.

Ye Wangxi confronted Shang Nangong Si, this is a good show to watch.

"I'm really sorry, the shop is booked up tonight." The proprietress greeted her in a hurry, while cursing herself that she forgot to close the door and lock it. ,I am so sorry."

The young man in the lead showed embarrassment: "Oh, how could this be? I just went to see other stores, and they are all filled with people. We brought a thin girl here, she hasn't rested for a long time, and I want to find Find a better place for her to sleep in. Shopkeeper, please go and ask the uncle who booked the place, can you give up a few rooms?"

"This... I'm afraid people don't want it."

The boy made a salute, and begged politely: "Just ask the proprietress, if he doesn't want to, then forget it."

Before the proprietress could speak in the future, Nan Gongsi's entourage suddenly slapped the table and stood up at the table next to the door, angrily said: "What are you asking! Get out, get out! Don't disturb my son's dinner!"

"That's right! Wearing Confucian style clothes, you actually have the nerve to take a girl to sleep, and you don't feel ashamed of your sect!"

The young man didn't expect them to misunderstand him so much, his face flushed instantly, and he said angrily: "Why is this fellow Taoist spitting blood? I have an upright Confucian style, so naturally I wouldn't do such a messy thing. This girl is my son. Saved by kindness, how can you allow such nonsense?"

"Your son?" Nan Gongsi's entourage glanced at the elegant room, saw that the young master was still drinking soju casually, and seemed to acquiesce in his behavior of driving people away, so he relaxed his heart and said with a sneer, "Everyone knows Confucianism There is only one young master of Fengmen, who is that in your family?"

"Ye Wangxi is a Confucianist." A gentle voice sounded from outside the curtain.

All the teenagers turned their heads one after another: "Young Master Ye——"

Ye Wangxi was dressed in black, and his handsome face was a little more handsome in the candlelight for no reason. He entered the inn with his hands behind his back, followed by a woman wearing a veil, showing anxious and soft eyes, it was Song Qiutong.

"..." As soon as Mo Ran saw her, the veins on his forehead jumped twice.

The enemy's road is narrow, why is she again...

Nangong Si's entourage saw that the person who came was Ye Wangxi, they were stunned for a moment, and then a few of them couldn't hold back, showing disgust on their faces.

This Ye Wangxi is the adopted son of the first elder of the Confucianism Sect, and belongs to the "Dark City" of the Seventy-two Cities of the Confucianism Sect. As the name suggests, the dark city is good at nurturing dark guards. The head of the Confucianism School originally trained him to be the next leader of the dark guards, but because Ye Wangxi's roots were not suitable for the dark guards, he gradually transferred to the main city and became a respected guard. The right hand of the Lord.

Because of Ye Wangxi's identity as a secret guard in his early years, he acted in a low-key manner, and very few people knew his name. However, the Venerable Master thinks highly of him, these years, rumors have even circulated in the sect that Ye Wangxi is the illegitimate son of the Venerable Master. Perhaps because of this reason, the authentic young master Nangong Si has always been at odds with Ye Wangxi.

The young master doesn't like him, so how can the followers below have a good impression of Mr. Ye?

Originally, as juniors, they must not offend Mr. Ye, but all of these people are Nangong Si's cronies and are directly ordered by Nangong, so the atmosphere was frozen for a long time, and some rough-tempered people sneered twice and said: " Mr. Ye, please go back, I am afraid there will not be room for you in this inn today."

"My lord, since they said there is no room, then, let's find another place." Song Qiutong stretched out his slender fingers, grabbed Ye Wangxi's clothes, and said anxiously, "Besides, it's expensive here, I really don't care. Dare to teach the young master to spend more..."

When Mo Ran heard these two sentences upstairs, he rolled his eyes, and thought that this guy really has this weak and pitiful tone wherever he goes. He cheated him at the beginning, and now he cheats Ye Wangxi again.

Ye Wangxi was about to speak, when suddenly, a huge white shadow rushed out from the inside, and suddenly attacked behind Ye Wangxi.

Song Qiutong said in shock: "My lord, be careful!!"

"Wow! Woooo!!"

Following the resonant howl, a snow-white wolf ran wildly, circling Ye Wangxi crazily.

"..."

In the silence of the crowd.

Ye Wangxi lowered his eyes, surprised at the white-haired wolf who was three people tall, but was rolling on the ground at this moment: "Naobaijin?"

This monster wolf is Nan Gongsi's mount, because its pupils are as red as agate, its hair is as white as snow, and its claws are touched with gold, so it is named Naobaijin.

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