Feng Jiu looked back and saw a young man in brocade clothes blocking Tunyun, looking at the white little Tunyun with a look of surprise. If Tunyun hadn't stared at him with a bad look, he probably stretched out his hand to pick up Tunyun.

"I won't sell it." Feng Jiu said, calling out, and Tunyun jumped to her feet.

"I'll pay a high price, you can sell me," the boy said, and came to Fengjiu's side.

Hearing this, Feng Jiu couldn't help but curl her lips and glanced at the young man: "Do you think I'm like a person who lacks people?"

The boy looked him up and down and noticed that the popularity was extraordinary. He saw that his clothes were all top-notch, especially the colorful glazed feathers on his waist half covered by his outer robe were even more dazzling.

"Then I will exchange things for you." He changed his words.

Fengjiu ignored him, but glanced at him coldly and stepped upstairs with Tunyun.

The boy was swept by that glance and felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and reaching his heart. But when he saw him going upstairs and wanted to say something, Duan Ye stretched out his hand and pushed him unceremoniously: "What are you doing? Do you need to clean up, right?"

"What do you push me to do?" The boy was furious and stared at Duan Ye with a baby-faced look. Compared to the cold eyes of the boy in red, the baby-faced boy did not have the shocking and captivating momentum, so he was not afraid.

"Stay away from us" Duan Ye snorted coldly, put aside his words and warned, turned around and walked upstairs. However, at this time, his robe was stepped on and almost made him pounce forward.

"Ah sorry, I accidentally stepped on your robe." The boy said apologetically, but his face was full of provocation.

Duan Ye was not a person who suffered a loss. When he saw this young man dared to step on his robe behind him, his baby face suddenly became gloomy and he raised his foot and kicked him out in a cold manner.

"Bang"

"Hell

He kicked the boy in the chest and kicked him out, causing him to fall to the ground for a long time and couldn't stand up.<>

"Three Young Master"

The guards outside quickly walked in. While helping the person up, two of them pulled out the long swords from their waists and attacked Duan Ye and Ning Lang: "You dare to hit my young master, you are seeking death."

Ning Lang was staring at Duan Ye's trampled robe. Seeing that there was a footprint on it, he was about to laugh out loud, but Duan Ye, who turned around, kicked the boy out with one kick. He opened his mouth in shock. Just as he was standing there, several guards rushed in outside, some helped the boy up, and some drew their swords to slash at them, which shocked him to his senses suddenly.

"What are you doing to chop me up and I didn't kick your young master?" He dodged and shouted, while punching him out, hitting one of the guards in the eye.

"Ah my eyes"

"Damn you two boys"

The other two guards also surrounded him, and the swords attacked, and the swords and shadows passed by, and the flying slashed and landed in the inn, which shocked some ordinary residents inside to hide, while some monks were still sitting, staring at the fighting people with interest.

The shopkeeper of the inn hid on the counter, looked at the messy first floor, and said with a sad face: "Masters, young masters, stop hitting, stop hitting, if you hit my small shop, you will have to smash it, ah."

Just as he was shouting, a sword shadow came towards him. He was so scared that he quickly squatted down. He felt the sword shadow slashing on his head. He wiped his cold sweat and crawled out with his hands and feet. After reading it, remember: it is convenient to see it next time, or.
Chapter completed!